Wasted

‘I slip my arm around her shoulders . . . for a few minutes I get to feel like the school chick magnet, sitting here with my arm around the prettiest girl in the world, even though she does smell of vomit and tequila.’ Ryan Connell has the world at his feet. So they reckon. But being a teenager isn’t as easy as it looks. There are chicks to steal. Rules to break. Lines to cross . . .