Jessa

By Friday, I’ve almost convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, this weekend won’t be so bad.

Mariah and I have plans to binge-watch movies and eat junk food instead of going to another one of Daniel’s wild parties. She promised me a low-stress night, no drama, no spin-the-bottle humiliation, no football players laughing at me behind their red plastic cups.

I need that.

God, I need that.

But as I’m walking to my locker at the end of the day, the universe decides to ...