I walked onto campus this year with a plan. I was going to party my ass off, work my way through the never-ending roster of girls trying to sleep with me, live it up with my boys, and let this last year of college be one to remember. Go out with a bang before the real world sets in. Except, it turns out, that’s not how things are going to go. Not fucking at all. Instead, I’m living in hell. And I’ve been here ever since Hallie Jo Edwards moved into my house, with only the thin Sheetrock of a wall separating us on a daily basis.
