Amanda enjoyed the feeling of the drip on the back of her throat and took a sip of the beer that she had stolen from her brother's 'party stash' downstairs. She reveled in the feeling of the stimulant she'd just snorted and the anticipation of a night she intended to be a legendary display that would stick in the memories of all the attendees for the rest of their lives. She was going to go above and beyond, as if her clothing choices had not already made that abundantly clear.

Her hatred of Cameron had festered first as sibling competitiveness, then jealousy, and now an outright rejection of who he...