“You’re next on the Beer Pong table,” Craig shouts to grab my attention. Amanda’s boring me to death with one of her stories about how Sephora discontinued her favorite shade of blush. Her cackle of friends hovers like vultures, giving condolences on her loss. I fucking hate my life. Craig hangs all over Lauren, one of Amanda’s best friends. As always, she doesn’t want anything to do with him. I’m not surprised. She’s one of the few girls who refuse to listen to his bullshit. She fell for mine freshman year and a few
