Page 41 of The NemeSis
Ares: Or just let me know you got the food, or I will reorder.
Me: I just got it. Thank you. I’m going to take it up to my room and eat it while I’m watching a movie.
Ares: Come over tomorrow.
Ares: Please
Me: Can I think about it?
Ares: Or I can come over there to hang out.
Me: I’ll come over after a meeting with some of the other social chairs. We’re meeting tomorrow for dinner to go over the games.
Ares: Pack an overnight bag.
Me: I don’t know.
Ares: Pack a bag or I’m going to just go out and buy what I think you like to use.
Me: You don’t need to go to the trouble.
Ares: I’ll see you tomorrow, princess.
I clickthe side button on my phone and glance up just in time to see Beth snickering at me.
“What?” I close the lid on the container and carry it out of the kitchen.
She follows behind me. “Nothing. Why are you walking weird?”
“I am not.” I glance over my shoulder to see her laughing.
We walk in silence up the stairs and to our room. It’s not until the door closes that she starts asking me all sorts of questions that I’m not ready to answer. I’m still processing.
“Beth, I’m tired and… sore.” I groan. “Give me more than a few minutes to replay the day in my head. Trust me, you’re the only person I’ll be telling these things to.”
She groans. “Fine.” Beth walks over to the closet and grabs her toilet bag. “I’m going to shower and get ready for bed myself. Then, I want to hear all the juicy details.”
I lift the lid on the container of jalapeño ranch and dip a fry in. Ignoring her as she leaves the room, I grab the remote and turn on one of the old rom-com movies. This one is one of my favorites, but I can’t focus on it. My mind goes back to how full I felt when Ares was inside of me. I’m sore, but I can’t help but want to feel it again. All of it. Every inch. Curiosity gets the better of me and I stand up and walk over to my desk and dig around in one drawer until I find a ruler. I hold it out as I remember the feel of it in my hand and mouth. That had to have been nine inches. Nine.
Holy fuck.
Maybe it was possible to bruise your vagina.
* * *
“So, it’s a toga party?”Veronica makes a face. “What sets that apart from the other end of the year parties?”
The Delta sorority was notorious for not wanting to throw parties. While I commend their commitment to education and being the house with the highest GPA on campus, it also means they didn’t understand what we were trying to do.
“No,” Max interrupted. “Kyra, care to elaborate?” Max runs his hand down his face. He’s been going over the calendar of events for the games for the last thirty minutes.
I nod. “The original games were a tribute to Zeus. The whole point of the ancient Olympics was to provide a religious sanctuary amongst the wars that were going on. Invasion was a constant threat back then. While we’re not at war on campus, you have to admit rush week is competitive. This is a way to bridge the gap. After four days of competition, this end of events party is a way to honor the winners not as individuals or houses, but as a collective.”
“Exactly, and it’s not a toga party. We’re honoring the Olympians.” Max gestures to the painting of the Greek Gods and Goddesses.
“It could be a cheesy toga party, but only if it were some random Halloween party with a theme. This is more sacred than that.” I speak up. “This is marking the start of something our houses can continue when we aren’t on campus any longer. A way to stay connected.”
“But only if the next social chairs who come after us choose to do so.” Erik, the Kappa social chair sits forward in his chair. “How are we going to ensure this continues on? We all discussed how great of a legacy this would be, but what makes it happen?”
