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down.”
    I sat on the edge of the toilet. Hailey pulled a first-aid kit out of her backpack, knelt in front of me, poured some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton pad, and started cleaning up my wounds.
    â€œSo are you rushing or what?” Hailey asked.
    â€œI don’t know . . . I hadn’t planned on it.” But I did know. I was not rushing.
    â€œYou’re Taylor Bell, right? The girl who has, like, a huge legacy?”
    â€œYeah. Would you mind telling me how everyone knows that?”
    â€œEveryone knows everything about everyone here.” She threw the bloody wad of cotton into an overflowing trash can. “You’re a fucking retard if you don’t rush. It would be like Kate Middleton telling Prince William that she didn’t want to marry him and, like, become the most powerful woman on earth.”
    â€œBut she’s not the most powerful woman on earth . . .” I said.
    â€œBut she is, if you think about it, you know?” She started dabbing Neosporin on the scrapes. “Like, if you were anyone else, you would have had to walk of shame yourself through that party, never to be seen or heard from again, and your only shot at Greek life would be joining an Asian sorority. Which is actually not an easy thing to do. They test your coding skills before you can even pledge. At least that’s what I’ve heard.” Hailey put Band-Aids on my knees and wrapped them both in gauze.
    â€œSo, I’m confused. Are you in Beta Zeta?”
    â€œIrushed last year and didn’t get Beta, so I’m kind of kissing ass this year. Basically, I’m the girls’ Fairy Slop Mother. I see it as an internship. I mean, all I want to do tonight is get shitfaced and make out with this really hot Jewish kid from my econ class, but if I fuck up, Beta Zeta will shun me and everyone on campus will hate me and then I’ll die all alone. Okay! Your knees are good to go. Sucks that you can’t wear shorts or dresses for a month, ’cause you have cute legs.”
    Hailey unzipped the garment bag and pulled out a pair of high-waisted, flowy floral pants and a crop top and handed them to me. “This crop top will make your boobs look huge and fake, which is a good thing—trust.”
    Once I’d changed clothes, I realized Hailey was right. My boobs did look amazing. Normally I’d never wear something so Vanessa Hudgens-y, but I kind of loved the way I looked in this outfit. I felt like a different version of myself. I felt like a girl who could belong here.
    There was a loud knock at the door.
    Over the party’s pumping music I heard someone shout: “It’s us. Open the door, bitches!”
    Hailey ran to the door and unlocked it. The door flew open to reveal Meg, flanked by Olivia and Steph.
    â€œOh my God, you look amazing!” Steph screamed.
    My adrenaline had stopped pumping out of control and I could feel that my cheeks were their normal color again. These girls had just pulled me out of that type of awkward boy situation that can scar you for months. Maybe I didn’t really know as much about Greek life as I thought—maybe these girls were actually good people, and maybe I’d been too quick to judge them.
    As all thesethoughts rushed through my head, Steph squeezed my arm and leaned in to me.
    â€œYou wouldn’t happen to have any coke, would you?”
    â€œNot now, LiLo,” Meg interjected. “We need to get her back in the saddle.”
    W hen we got back down to the basement I could tell that the makeover had worked. People’s eyes were on me but it wasn’t the there’s-the-girl-who-just-fell-on-her-face look, instead I was getting jealous looks from the girls and wanna fuck looks from the guys. I spotted Jack across the room. He was also looking at me. I averted my eyes and put my hair up in a ponytail, trying to play it cool, but I could see in my periphery that he was beelining