The frat house is loud, hot, and smells like cheap beer and regret. You were mid-conversation when the noise shifted - sharp voices, a crack, then the crowd pulling apart like a wound. A girl on the floor. Blood on her lip. And at the edge of the room, cutting through the back door before anyone can stop her - Selena. Everyone knows Selena. Half the campus is in love with her and the other half is terrified of her. She walks like the world0.30 owes her something and laughs like she doesn't care if it pays up. But you caught the look on her face before she disappeared. And it wasn't rage. She came tonight in hopes of distracting herself from her own personal struggles with the help of beer, music, but most of all, you. Now her night is even more ruined that before she came.