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      “That’s going to be difficult,” said Madison.

      “Why?”

      “We’re not allowed in the boys’ dorms.”

      “Ugh, are you serious?”

      Both of the girls nodded, looking somber.

      “Okay, well then I’ll do it. I’m new. I didn’t know.” She gave a wide-eyed dumb-girl look and then smiled.

      Madison laughed. “You’re so … ballsy.”

      “Take me to the boys.”

      Their next stop was a door directly across from the one that led to their own dorms. While Julia and Madison stayed put, Becca walked through it, nonchalantly as could be, and into a long hallway, where she knocked on a door at random.

      A chubby but okay-looking guy opened it. He looked surprised to see her.

      “Hi, I’m Becca.” She smiled.

      “Cam. What’s … what’s up?”

      “Hi, Cam,” she said, looking up at him. “We’re having a party at the boathouse. Get as many people as you can to come. I have a bunch of tequila and stuff.”

      “Really?”

      She nodded. “Tell everyone.”

      “Sure. Are you new?”

      “Yes, I am. Okay, so tell people. I’ll see you tonight.”

      “I will. Nice to meet you.” As soon as he shut the door, she walked to another room a few doors down. She had to tell someone who at least looked like they had friends to tell. It took a few doors until she finally decided she’d told enough people of the right kind.

      When she emerged from the boys’ dorms, it was to find Madison and Julia looking impressed.

      “Okay, now let’s just get the things we need.” Becca smiled, and set off with her new posse to find cups for beer pong. She didn’t have much beer, but they could just play with water when they ran out.

      They returned to their hall with their collection, stolen from the dining hall.

      “Hold these.” Becca handed Madison the sleeve of cups she’d been holding.

      She set off down the hallway, pounding on every door she passed. “Ladies! Everyone out of your rooms! Come on! Whoooo!”

      By the time she reached the end of the hall and her own door, the hallway was filling up. She turned and smiled at them all.

      “Good evening, girls. My name is Rebecca Normandy. Call me Becca. Tonight we are sneaking out of our dorms.”

      The girls exchanged glances, all looking eager and ready to be told what to do.

      “We’re going down to the boathouse. I’ve got a few bottles of tequila, and I’ve already started recruiting the boys.”

      “But we’ll get in trouble,” said a small, strawberry-blonde with tight curls, “won’t we?”

      “What’s your name?”

      “Susan.”

      “No, Susan. I’ve already handled that.” She looked back to everyone else. “So are we all in?”

      Most of the girls nodded.

      “Good. See you out here at eleven.”

      She turned and went into her room.

      “So, Dana, are you coming to the party tonight?”

      “Um. I don’t know.”

      “Just do it. I couldn’t possibly go without my roomie.” She smiled, and Dana smiled back.

      chapter 3 me

      WE SNUCK DOWN SOME CREAKY, SANDY STAIRS to get to a beach that was so, so different from the ones back home.

      My bare legs were swathed in chilly air and I wished I could go stick my feet in the water and have it be warm. But, alas, this was not Florida.

      There was a boathouse at the foot of the stairs. It was pounding quietly with music, and a slivery border of gold indicated the door to us. When the door was opened, sound and light poured out and smacked us in the face.

      I followed the other two and their booted feet with my sandaled ones, and took a deep breath. I was ready.

      No you’re not, said that nag in my brain.

      “I brought the new girl!” Julia said once we were in view of the rest of the party.

      “Hey,” I said with a wave. My insides melted and I felt my face grow hot.

      She introduced me to everyone. I smiled and gave them my name, promising them we’d have to remeet later. After that, Madison and Julia went off to different guys, and left me alone.

      I surveyed the scene and immediately felt out of my element. I had no guide. There were a few people on a shabby couch taking deep, strained breaths out of a bong. Another few were playing beer pong, a game I was familiar with but entirely awful at. And some people just hung around like me.

      Some guy rose from a chair nearby and sidled up to me. “Hey, sweetie.”

      “Hey.” I almost felt like I would rather be ignored.

      “I’m Ricky. And you’re the new girl.”

      I nodded and laughed, unable to think of anything to say.

      He gave me what I was sure he thought was a winning smile, and asked if I wanted a shot.

      “Oh, no, thank you.”

      “Oh, come on, you’re fun, aren’t you?” another guy asked, wandering over to us.

      He said it in the distinct tone that usually goes with, “Come on, little girl, you want some candy?” Either that or like he was starring as a villain in some 1950s after-school special.

      My cheeks, I was sure, were growing even redder. “I’m not a prude, I just … I’m not thirsty.”

      That was a stupid response. They looked like they knew it, and walked off.

      I sighed and took a step backward. There was a yelp behind me, and I leaped as I realized I’d stepped on some girl’s foot.

      “Oh, jeez, I’m sorry.”

      “No problem. I’m Blake.”

      “Hi, I’m apparently ‘the new girl.’”

      She laughed. “This is my boyfriend, Cam.”

      “Hi, Cam.” I glanced back at the two guys who had just walked away from me.

      “I’d stay away from them.” Cam took a sip from a red cup.

      “Really?”

      “Yeah, they’re harmless, but I mean, they’re pushy.”

      I looked around at everyone else. It was strange, because there was music and drinking and there were games, but everyone was kind of quiet. It was like a detention pizza party. “Everyone’s sort of … subdued.”

      “Yeah.” She looked around, too. “It’s not usually like this.”

      I nodded, as if in understanding, and looked back out. Then the two of them started talking, and I felt like I should drift away. So I did. I sat down against a wall, suddenly eager to leave.

      “You want to play?”

      Another guy I hadn’t met yet walked over to me. I really hoped they weren’t all skeevy. This guy didn’t look like he would be, though. He had shortish blond hair and an overall pleasant look about him. He probably didn’t have to resort to being creepy.

      “Play?”

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