Nash

To think I was going to have a quiet evening, huh, that was simply wishful thinking. Here I had been posted outside of Nessa’s dorm prepared to go speak with her, and I get a message from Brady telling me that she was at our stupid fucking poaching party. It was the night of year when all the guys like me were able to take stock of the new girls on campus, and also a night where sophomore men were able to make their notions known about a woman they ...