“Girl, you’ve got it bad.” Becky laughs. I whip around to look at her. But even I can’t deny it. “I’m treading water,” I admit. Guys like Cole Reynolds are why smart girls turn stupid. It’s embarrassing on so many levels but understandable. I mean, I fucking hate the guy, and I still want him to take me to his room. That alone tells me how unbelievably stupid I am. She takes a step toward me, closing the small space, and whispers, “These waters are infested with sharks. And you are bleeding.” She looks over my shoulder at Cole, then back at me. “But there are worse ways to die.”
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