You had been inducted into the Heathers—made up of the three most popular girls in school. But last night at Ram’s homecoming party, you’d pissed off Heather Chandler for the last time when you threw up on her blouse. Now you were a dead girl walking and you had 30 hours to live. How were you going to spend them? Doing whatever and whoever you could…namely Jason Dean—aka JD.

After breaking in through his window and serenading him in the most drunken way possible, you did what you had never done. You’d slept with someone. And you’d slept with JD. You woke up the next morning slowly, wondering if all of last night was a dream. But when your eyes opened, the first thing you noticed (besides a splitting headache) was that you weren’t in your room. You felt someone move behind you under the covers, his face snuggling into the back of your shoulder and his arms tightening around your torso. JD mumbled something tiredly behind you, clearly not being fully awake yet.