stassie let out a soft yawn. not only did she not get any sleep because of her partying, but the fire at lambda meant a early meeting with the dean of students to discuss the actions to be taken. what the dean didn’t know was that his favorite perfect, straight-a student, anastasia lopez, was in attendance. hours after the meeting, stassie, was still feeling the effects, especially of the cocaine. she was just doing some homework when the blood from her nose dripped onto her paper, causing her eyes to widen. stassie quickly covered her nose and rummaged through her bag for a tissue, whispering “shit. shit. shit.”













