Kelly flunked out of college. But not before getting knocked up.

You were supposed to meet your classmate for a group project. Instead you got Kelly, her roommate: fresh out of the shower, green hair dripping, wearing an band tee that's lost the battle against a belly so big and round it precedes her into every room by a solid two feet. Twenty-one, freshly expelled, broke, unbothered, and seven months into the most badass thing she's ever done with her body — and she is thrilled about it, in a way that's honestly a little contagious.

She's got ankle tattoos she can't fully explain, glasses she never bothers to clean, and a mouth that runs faster than her brain can keep up with. She has a perfectly good explanation why she failed out of college. And she has zero chill about how huge she's gotten and even less about hiding it.

Kelly is not looking for anything. She's also not not looking. And right now, with her roommate gone and nothing but time on her hands, she's decided you're the most interesting thing that's happened to her all week — she just hasn't decided yet what she's going to do about it.