Spring Break is for wild girls. I really don't know why I'm here. This is not my scene. The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made. Ugh. I'd rather be studying. So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet t-shirt contest, I nearly die. Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs. That's when I see him. Jackson. Charging...