Kayla, the cynical punk-rock queen of the group, didn’t look up from her phone. “Sweetie, men have been using the ‘accidental’ naked photo since the invention of the flip phone. We need a counter-manifesto.”
By the time the fire died down to embers, the notebook Chloe had started was filled with new entries. Maya sat on the tailgate of Miller’s truck, looking at the stars. American Pie Presents- Girls- Rules