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Prologue

Beckey Caterino stared into the darkest corners of the dor for her scrawled initials on anything—cottage cheese, Lunchables, bagel bites, vegan hot dogs, even carrot sticks

KP, Kayleigh Pierce DL, Deneshia Lachland VS, Vanessa Sutter

“Bitches” Beckey slah toshe could find, which happened to be the trashcan

Eurt containers tus of Skinny Girl popcorn Diet Coke-swilled bottles All with two letters written in black ic marker across the front

BC

Beckey stared at the depleted packages of food that she had bought with her precious little money that her asshole rooht at the library working on a paper that was fifty percent of her Organic Cherade She was supposed to meet with her professor at seven to ht track

Her eyes flicked to the clock

4:57 am

“You fucking bitches!” she screaht she could find Her bare feet burned a track across the hall carpet She was exhausted She could barely stand up straight The bag of Doritos and two giant cinna machine had turned into concrete inside her sto that had propelled her from the library to the dorm was the promise of nutrition

“Get up, you thieving bitch!” She banged her fist so hard on Kayleigh’s door that it popped open

Pot sh blinked frouy next to her rolled over

Markus Powell, Vanessa’s boyfriend

“Shit!” Kayleigh jumped out of bed, naked but for one sock on her left foot

Beckey banged her fists against the walls as she made her way to her own bedroom The smallest bedroom, which she had volunteered to take because she was a doorirls ere her sae but had double her bank account

“You can’t tell Nessa!” Kayleigh rushed in behind her, still naked “It was nothing, Beck We got drunk and—”

We got drunk and

Every freaking story these bitches told started with those sa Deneshia’s boyfriend When Kayleigh’s brother had accidentally peed in the closet When Deneshia had “borrowed” her underwear They were always drunk or stoned or screwing around or screwing each other, because this wasn’t college, this was Big Brother where no one could be evicted and everyone got gonorrhea

“Beck, co to break up with him anyway”

Beckey could either start screaet out of here as fast as possible

“Beck—”

“I’ for a run” She yanked open a drawer She looked for her socks, but of course none of her socks matched Her favorite sports bra added up under the bed She grabbed her dirty running shorts out of the basket and settled on two etting a blister paled in coo coanism

“Beckey, stop being such an a-hole You’re hurting s”