Page 1 of Freshmeet
FUCK THE GIRLS OF FRATTIC
EMMA
Fuck the girls of Frattic.
Joining a sorority was supposed to give me the kind of friendship I’d never had as a kid. Instead, I was surrounded by selfish bitches who had no problem with asisterstealing a guy from right between your thighs.
“Weren’t you supposed to be out with Carter tonight?” Olivia’s innocent question carried through the unseasonably warm February night.
My fingers curled into my palm. The pinch of pain as my manicured nails broke skin was a welcome distraction.
I should be the one getting asked out on Valentine’s Day.
Sarah chuckled and shook her head, her bouncy blond ponytail swinging across her shoulders. “No. He asked, but I told him I wasn’t interested.”
“Probably a good call,” Olivia said, laying out a blanket on the pitched part of the roof.
Kat scoffed. “You did take him to formal last semester.”
I scowled but quickly smoothed my features. As far as the girls knew, Carter Williams and I shacked a couple of times, and that’s it.
But they should’ve known.
“As friends!” Sarah said, exasperated. “Is that not allowed?”
Kat, Olivia, and Britta all said no at the same time, then burst into laughter.
“You guys suck,” Sarah mumbled, plopping down on the blanket. Of course, Olivia joined her and coddled the little princess. The two of them had been tight since high school, and college had only strengthened that bond.
“Hand me the candles,” I said to Kat, pointedly ignoring the scowl on her face. Of the Frattic girls, she was the biggest bitch. It was kind of a mindfuck that they preferred living with her over me, but then again, she was Mona’s little charity case, so . . .
“Where did you get this spell book again?” Kat’s green eyes narrowed at the beat-up book in my hand. I was sure she recognized it. Her former little had tried her damnedest to get Kat to leave Beta Alpha Epsilon for the local hipster sorority Beta Alpha Beta. One of the bargaining chips she used was the little black book in my hands.
On instinct, I held it to my chest, knowing full well the bitch had no problem getting physical. I had put too much effort into stealing the thing from the BAB house to let it go. “Mind your business. Just help me set up the circle.”
Rolling her eyes, Kat set the candles in a circle on the flat part of the roof.
Olivia and Sarah shared a look, and I knew the two of them were going to be talking shit once I left.
Fuck them.
Sarah was the reason for this little trip into the occult. If it hadn’t been for her, Carter would have already asked me to be his girlfriend. I figured, why not use her and get a little magical help?
Mona climbed out of the window, her face flush and hair sweaty from playing in the intramural volleyball championship. “We won!” she shouted, high-fiving Kat on her way to the binholding all the stuff I collected for the ritual. “What did I miss? Summoned any demons yet?”
“Not yet,” Britta muttered as she crawled across the rough roof, drawing a pentagram with a hot pink chalk marker.
The stench of weed wafted my way, and I sighed. “Morgan, anyway you can hold off on smoking until after we’re done?”
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” she said with genuine remorse in her voice. She may have been a space cadet fifth-year senior, but she was the nicest of the Frattic girls.
I should really get new friends.
Internally, I chanted, “I need eight bodies to complete the spell. Eight wishes. Eight intentions.”
“You really shouldn’t smoke. You’ll hurt your lung capacity,” Rae said from the windowsill. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to participate and had been very vocal that she thought I had lost my mind. Something about dormant Catholic guilt and an Ouija board experience gone awry.
Britta better be able to get Rae’s ass out here.
