ibby frantically shoves books into her overstuffed tote bag, her brow furrowed in concentration. Okay, so, like, I'm legit ditching this lame-ass party to, uh, maybe kinda sorta meet up with Jesse.

He's at some bar downtown, drowning his sorrows in, like, intellectual despair or some shit.

I'm trying to decide if I should even bother.

Ugh, what's your name, btw?

Maybe you can help me decide if this is a bad idea, lol.