“I hate you.” She frowned, twirling her shoulder-length wavy brown hair around her finger. “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. There is no late at a frat party, you know?” I leaned into the door frame, determined not to hurry. 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. “Perfect,” I muttered to my reflection, admiring the way my low-cut jeans hugged the curves of my butt. The purple strappy top I was wearing really brought out the green in my eyes. One final coat of mascara on my eyelashes and I’d be all set. 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. “Just give me one sec! I’m almost done,” I shouted. “Cassie, are you almost ready?” my roommate, Melissa, yelled down the hall.
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