Why did I let Jodi and Greg mix my drinks? And, why did I drink them? Jodi offers me her cup. "How about a sip of the water of life?" "I'll have a coke," I say. "Come on, Jessie Mac. Freakin' summer is right around the corner." Mark scowls at me. What right does he have to approve or disapprove of everything I do? On impulse, I grab Jodi's drink, and I guzzle it. Every last drop. It leaves a warm glow all the way down. "All right, Jessie!" Jordan holds up his palm for a high-five. "What do you say?" Greg holds up his as well. I smack both their hands, ignoring the sensation of Mark's eyes scorching the back of my neck. "Got any more?" I ask.
Jessie McIntyre, 15, has it made. She's got the world's best boyfriend, great teammates, and a hockey coach she really looks up to. But, a bad decision at a party changes everything. Worse, some of the guys, at school seem determined not to let her, or anyone else, forget it.
