"There's still room." Kelsey insists, readjusting the duffel on her shoulder.
Reaching out I help her straighten the twisted band, "It doesn't matter. I've made up my mind." Kelsey chews on her bottom lip and then drops it into a pout.
She looks ready to argue when Charlie, her little, wraps her up into a hug from behind, "Are you excited?" She squeals jumping up to her toes and flashing me a smile.
I try my best to mirror it, but this girl clearly has no idea what's coming her way.
Tan lines, i********: posts, hookups, and the occasional stomach pumping - I'd done it all. Well . . . I'd seen it all on the annual Alpha Chi Spring Break trip to Panama City Beach.
A bus load of girls in skimpy clothes and no parents meant a week of chaos. Albeit fun chaos. At least for the first few day
