“The boys will be here soon,” she says as she sits next to me. She hands me another beer, but I’m not even half done with the one I’m holding. I don't bother to tell her that there are already a hundred boys at this bonfire, but apparently she’s waiting for two specific boys. One of them I know she hooked up with last year and apparently he was into it, because he wants to hook up again.

And she said he’s bringing a friend for me. Or I guess it sounded more like she needed me to come with her because he said that she needed a friend for his friend. Whichever way it went down, I’m not feeling really into it. It’s past midnight, and I don’t know where two guys could be up until midnight that doesn’t sound shady and two-timing, but I don’t think she really cares. That's what spring break on Wicked is all about. Bang as much as possible, no repercussions. No hang-ups. Start on Sunday. End on Sunday.

I haven’t told Natalie that I have not and will not be hooking up with anyone at any point this week. She may be okay with losing her virginity to a drunk frat boy under the docks or in the back of a dirty truck, but I am not.

“Hey, baby!” a voice bellows from behind as he practically lands on my lap. This must be Natalie's friend. He has his arm around me as she jumps into his, and I can’t get him to let me go as he starts kissing her. When he pulls away, he looks at me, and all I can smell is the beer on his breath.

“Oh my God, you whores. Who is this?” he says as he leans in toward me. I lean away, trying to fake a laugh, as Natalie tries to pull him off of me.

“That’s Sierra. Where is your friend?” she asks.

“Oh! Tyler!” he screams across the crowd of people around us.

God, I just want to go home. This is the definition of pure hell.

“Grant, get up. I want to show you my new tattoo,” Natalie whines at the drunk boy still hanging on me.

He stares into my eyes as if he thinks we’re actually making some deep connection. It’s disconcerting, but I finally stand, just to get him to back off a little bit.

Tyler—I’m assuming—comes up behind Natalie and high fives Grant. “Hey, man, this party is lit.”

“Yeah, man. This is Sierra,” he says, putting his arm back around me, and I sigh feeling more and more frustrated. Just by the way he says my name tells me that they’ve been talking about me already, and the thought sends chills down my spine.

Tyler looks at me and winks, although he’s so drunk it makes him teeter to the side and nearly fall into the fire. Please let him be the idiot who does it, I think to myself.