Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
My hands clench into fists at my sides, her condescending tone igniting a spark of anger.
“Slutty behavior?” I echo, my voice rising slightly. “It was a kiss, Agatha. Chill the fuck out. It’s not like I was blowing him on the quad.”
“That’s not the point,” she snaps back. “The point is that your actions are being noticed and not in a good way. We have a reputation to maintain, and you’re putting that at risk.”
I stare at her, incredulous. “Who told you about this anyway? Who’s so concerned about my personal life that they felt the need to report it?” But I know the answer before she can even open her mouth. “Mitch. It was him, right?”
Of course he would stoop this low. And I know for a fact he has Agatha’s phone number. As the VP of Delta Tau, he was part of our executive board group chat when we cohosted a dinner party last year with his frat.
“It doesn’t matter who told me. What matters is that you need to start thinking about how your actions affect all of us.”
My patience snaps. “You know what? I’m done with this. I’m done with you thinking you can control every aspect of my life because it might reflect poorly on this precious sorority. So why don’t you just mind your own business and stop acting like you’re the fucking morality police?”
Her eyes widen. She clearly wasn’t expecting me to talk back. “I’m just trying to—”
“To what? Shame me into submission? Well, I’m not going to apologize for living my life the way I want to. If that doesn’t fit into your picture of what a Delta sister should be, then maybe I don’t belong here.”
Silence falls as Agatha gawks at me, speechless for once. I turn on my heel and storm out of the room. My pulse is racing, my hands trembling with the adrenaline.
I go upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Fuck. Had I really meant what I said about not belonging here?
I don’t know, but right now, I don’t care. I just need to get away from all of it. Away from the rules, the expectations, the suffocating pressure to be perfect.
When I hear footsteps hurrying after me, I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Faith.
She follows me into my bedroom, a mischievous grin on her face. “You realize the entire house heard that, right?”
“I don’t care.”
“That was epic,” she informs me.
“Yeah, well, I don’t think she’s going to forgive me for that one,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair.
“Who cares? She needed to hear it. I swear, if she pulled that ‘unbecoming of a Delta’ crap on me one more time, I was going to lose it too.”
“She’s so fucking full of herself. Acting like she’s some kind of queen who can control everyone’s lives.” I’m still fuming. “I can’t believe she tried to shame me over a kiss.”
“Oh, I believe it. Bitch has her nose so far up in the air, it’s a miracle she doesn’t drown when it rains.”
That makes me snicker. “Like, how is this any of her business? I’m not hurting anyone.” Now I sigh. “Ugh. I bet she’s already planning some way to get back at me.”
“Let her try. We’ll just remind her that not everyone’s interested in playing her little game of ‘Who’s the Most Perfect Delta?’”
My heart squeezes at the conviction I hear in Faith’s voice. When I joined this sorority and saw the other girls in my pledge class, I was terrified I’d never fit in with any of them. Never find an ally. A true friend. But it turned out not all of them were uptight and judgmental. Faith emerged like a glorious unicorn out of a crowd of snooty thoroughbreds and showed me, for the first time in my life, what ride or die means.
Stomping toward her, I throw my arms around her shoulders, snuggling close. “I love you, Faith Grierson.”
She snorts in my hair. “Are you coming on to me?”
“No. I just want you to know I love you. I don’t know what I’d do in this house without you.”
“Probably be stuck in the living room, listening to Agatha drone on about reputations and decorum.” She lifts a brow. “Now, can we please talk about this hot make-out session everyone in the house is whispering about? According to Jia, you had a hand down your hockey player’s pants and were jerking him off in the middle of the quad.”
“Oh my God. Yeah right. It was just a kiss.”
“In public, though?” Faith grins at me. “That’s a big deal for Charlotte Kingston. Making out on the quad is the equivalent of going Instagram official. So do we have an official boyfriend now?”
We have two.
But I keep that tidbit to myself.
“I wouldn’t say it’s official official. But yeah, Will and I are together.”