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or something. That would suck.”
    “Yes, you can wear shoes.” Sigrid’s face darkens. I’m not reacting like she expected. I backtrack, playing along.
    “But, oh no, wait, isn’t the first party the ‘dress modestly’ challenge? This way I’ll be off to a terrible start in the Games.”
    The cat smile is back. “I know.”
    “Gosh darn it. Fiddlesticks. Your cruelty knows no bounds.” I throw my hand dramatically to my forehead.
    “If you tell anyone, including Brooklyn, that I had anything to do with this, I’ll personally make sure you’re expelled.” Sigrid jabs me in the chest. “If I approach you at the party, you act like I knew nothing.”
    “Aye aye, captain.”
    “Oh, and Fiona?” She hooks her finger into the neck of my shirt and pulls me close. Her eyes are cold and quietly furious. They’re definitely the eyes of someone capable of abandoning a naked girl in the desert. A thrill of fear runs through me, though I do my best to keep it off my face.
    “Stay away from James Reid,” she says sweetly.
    She lets me go with a little push, so that I stumble into the wall. Then she cocks her head at her cronies, turns with a flick of her hair, and leaves me alone in the hallway with James’s name ringing in my skull.
     
    ~7~
     
    “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Mags moans, her knuckles white on the wheel. It’s Friday night. I adjust the bathrobe’s tie around my waist. Underneath it, I’m as naked as the day I was born. Minus the placenta.
    “Just drop out of Phi Delta Chi, you giant dumbass,” Iris hisses from the backseat. “There’s a million of them at this school. Pick another one that doesn’t have any bloodthirsty upperclassmen forcing you to go naked to parties.”
    “That’s exactly what she wants!” I protest. “She told me to go naked hoping that I would wimp out and drop out. Well, fuck that. If she wants to see my glorious naked ass, she’s going to. Besides, this is what we wanted anyway, right? I couldn’t lose this challenge any more spectacularly than this.”
    “You were supposed to show cleavage, not your nipples.” Iris sinks lower in her seat.
    “My nipples are fabulous and everyone should see them.” I shake my hair out. My heart is pounding, but that’s a tidbit I keep to myself. If I’m going to pull this off, I can’t let my confidence crack. “I’ll lose the challenge. Sigrid will be satisfied. Everyone will know I don’t give two shits about impressing James Reid. That’s like, three birds with one very naked stone.”
    “I just hope there’s a lot of alcohol,” Iris mutters as Mags pulls up outside the frat house. I take a deep breath, shed my bathrobe, and step out of the car, flanked on either side by a furiously blushing Mags and an Iris whose hand keeps returning to her forehead.
    It’s a frat house off campus and the lawn is dotted with hot guys holding beer cans. As I walk by, several of these beer cans drop to the grass, along with their jaws.
    “Hello, boys,” I say, waggling my fingers at them as I stride past in my stripper heels. Found these things at Goodwill for ten bucks and practiced walking in them for hours. After all, if you’re going to walk into a party wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, you’ve got to make sure you don’t stumble.
    “What the fuck did you give me, dude?” A red-eyed lax bro grabs his friend’s lapels. “I’m hallucinating hot naked chicks.”
    “Oh God oh God oh God,” Mags whimpers, as a very choice specimen of manliness trips over himself on the front porch and faceplants in someone’s spilled beer. She hides her face in her hands. “This was a bad idea.”
    Iris smoothes the front of her fitted, high-necked black dress. “We just need to get drunk as quickly as possible.”
    “Are you kidding? This was a great idea,” I laugh, enjoying the evening breeze on places it doesn’t usually get to reach. Turns out walking into a crowded place naked with your head held