Dancing to Fucking
It was my last night in Tampa and I had decided I was going out. Finals started in three days, but I deserved a break from all of the studying I had been doing… Right? Right. Sipping on my Corona I put on my short tight Aztec printed skirt and black crop top, curled my blonde hair into beach waves, and put makeup on. ‘Damn girl, you clean up nice,’ I thought to myself as I stared back at my reflection. I hadn’t put an ounce of effort into my appearance in two weeks with the stress and impending...