Girls’ Night Out
JESSICA FELL ONTO THE grass with a melodramatic sigh. “Here is the second of the three burritos I owe you,” she said, handing Hilarie a steak burrito. “Hope you enjoy it because I went on an arduous journey to acquire it.”
“You went across the street and waited in line for fifteen minutes,” Hilarie said.
“Sixteen minutes. And I spent each of them listening to two girls talk about how Harry Styles is, like, so hot and how he is, like, our generation’s Mick Jagger and how he, like, could do so much better than that fake b***h Taylor Swift and ugh!”
“How dare they insult my pop goddess.”
Jessica tore into her own burrito. Through a mouthful of rice and chicken, she said, “I finished three college applications today. My eyeballs were bleeding from staring at the computer
