On my first day of college, I met Timothy. He was calm, collected and good looking, everything I'm not. For some reason, I couldn't get him out of my head. And then there was the party that Skye invited me to. My first college party. The one I drank at. The one I kissed Timothy at. And the one I can't remember. All I remember is waking up the next morning with my bra and underwear on and a raging headache. What the hell happens next?