I kicked myself in the shin. Why the hell did I do that? I should've just turned in my paper instead of doing that shitty dare. I'm so killing Muffin when I get the chance. I swear to god if I flunk-

I flop onto the air mattress in the middle of his living room and groan. Shit. If my abuelita finds out, I'm dead.

I turn on my phone and start swiping through Tinder. Left. Left. Left. Le-

No. Right.

Sexy blonde with sundots! Score one for Donut.

Or... not. 

I turn it off. Why do I do this to myself? It's not like a hot chick is gonna just burst through my door and plop into my lap. 

Now, if I was Muffin, there'd be a line at my door. Cute girls with a couple of dudes for fun. Maybe if I were Milky, there'd be girls at my side at all times. I miss that. I miss having girls chasing me. But ever since my accident...