That sound of the idiotic boys running through the middle school hallways screaming was just another reminder that it was Sara’s least favorite day of the week. “Slap Ass Friday, bitches! Yeahhhhh!!!” It was the same thing, every single week — and now that she was in 8th grade, she’d been living through it for almost two full years. The whole thing went just like the name implied. When F...
Kasie sighed as she peered up from her increasingly tall stack of textbooks — it was nearly 2am and she’d already spent six straight hours cramming for next week’s final exam. Never mind that half the other freshmen in her dorm were out partying — either off campus or in fluidly varying parts of the building, perhaps below and above her simultaneously — and her three roommates had been g...
It was another perfect college party headed toward another perfect end. Of course, Freddie “Tank” Stevens was in his sixth year — and nights like this were the reason why he’d never wanted to leave. His apartment had by that point become the number one party spot off campus, and everyone was out tonight: the dimwitted student athletes, the frat and sorority big wigs, and even some professo...