ONE “Cassie, are you almost ready?” my roommate, Melissa, yelled down the hall. “Just give me one sec! I’m almost done,” I shouted. I ran my fingers one last time through my stick-straight blonde hair, trying in vain to give it the appearance of volume or thickness. One final coat of mascara on my eyelashes and I’d be all set. The purple strappy top I was wearing really brought out the green in my eyes. “Perfect,” I muttered to my reflection, admiring the way my low-cut jeans hugged the curves of my butt. “If you’re so perfect, then let’s go!” “Good God, woman. It’s not like we’re heading to the prom.” I walked out of the bedroom and down the hall toward my stressed-out best friend. “It’s just a party. There is no late at a frat party, you know?” I leaned into the door frame, determined not to hurry. “All the good guys will be taken.” Melissa stuck her bottom lip out in the pout that she had perfected, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “This is a frat party, Meli. There are no good guys.” “I hate you.” She frowned, twirling her shoulder-length wavy brown hair around her finger. I smiled. “Good. Let’s go.” I tossed my arm around my pint-sized friend and