Part 1Last May, right before finals week wrapped, one of the frat apartments in our complex threw a massive blowout. The guys living there were wild, loud, and exactly the kind of trouble we didn’t need but always wanted. I was there with my roommate, Lila, and her cousin Riley, who had been staying with us for a few days. The drinks flowed hard and fast, and by midnight, none of us had a single sober thought left.Hours later, we ended up in one of the guys’ bedrooms, packed with at least a dozen other partygoers. Lila had already dipped out with her boyfriend, so it was just me and Riley, sitting cross-legged on the floor by the bed. The music was pounding, and everyone was either drunk, high, or in some kind of horny haze.That’s when Riley, nosy and fearless as ever, pulled a small CD case out from under the bed. She flipped through it, giggling at the awful punk and rap mixes, until she paused on a disc labeled “Girls” in thick Sharpie. We looked at each other and we just knew.
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