Five Minutes to Midnight

"Five minutes!"
Jason's shoulders hunched in front of the wheel, total concentration taking over his features.
"Four minutes!"
I heard his foot slam down on the gas pedal.
"Three minutes!"
I was sounding desperate. I had gone through too much to give up now.
The fast pace of the alternative rock playing in the background certainly set the mood.
"Two MINUTES!"
I was shaking. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I ate the last of my icecream cone.
"ONE FRIKIN MINUTE JASON"
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Ryley Stump is blonde, sarcastic, hungry, and myself. And she is short on a thousand dollars. For drugs? No. For debts? No.
For mother-flipping college.
Her friends, Sam and Jason, devise a *fool-proof* plan to get that money. Her patience, stomach capacity, and tolerance for alcohol (the fake kind) will be tested on this thrilling journey to midnight.