Page 6 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

Super cute outfits? Double check. The outfits I’d picked out were straight fire.

An amazing venue? Check.

More strippers? Check.

“I did it,” I said. I put my hand up for a high five.

“Huh?” Chad wiped his greasy pizza fingers off on his napkin and high fived me, despite looking deeply confused.

“I planned the perfect girls’ night.”

“For next weekend, right?”

“No, silly. For tonight. How many times do I have to tell you Rule #2: Friday night is…”

“Girls’ night. No exceptions.” He shook his head. “I know. But I still don’t understand where these rules are coming from. Is this some sort of sorority thing?”

“Uh…” Shit! I’d been so busy with the party planning that I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask Slavanka if there were any footnotes about keeping the rules a secret. “Yup. It’s a sorority thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you were rushing. That’s awesome! Which sorority are you going for?”

My knowledge of Greek life on campus was limited to the frat parties I’d attended. The beta boys had thrown an epic party at the dean’s house. And I always walked by the Alpha Omicron house on the way to class so I could watch them working out. But sororities? I knew nothing about those. Ash and Slavanka were my sorority. Because they were the only ones who I’d shared the Single Girl Rules with. Wait a second! Single Girl Rules. SGR… “Sigma Gamma Rho.”

Chad choked on his water. “Excuse me?”

“Sigma Gamma Rho.”

“You’re rushing a historically black sorority?”

Damn it! What were the odds that Sigma Gamma Rho was a real thing?! Oh well. It was too late to back down now. And I had the perfect way out. “Historically black, huh? I don’t think that’s accurate.”

Chad typed something into his phone. And then he turned it for me to see as he scrolled through all the google images of Sigma Gamma Rho. There was not a single white girl to be found.

“Huh. I guess they are all black.” I shrugged. “Honestly, I’d never noticed.” I stared at him. “Oh my God, babe, are you a racist?”

“What? No.” He straightened his polo shirt and looked around to make sure no one had heard my accusation. “I think it’s awesome that you’re rushing them. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

I took one more bite of pizza and then stood up. “Time for me to go meet up with the girls.”

He grabbed my wrist. “Hold on. Can’t I come? I promise I’ll be good.”

“That depends. Will you dress up in a police officer uniform and shake your cute little butt for all of us?”

“You want me to strip for all your friends?”

I nodded. “Will you do it or not?”

“I totally would, but could you imagine if a video of that leaked? My presidential bid would be finished before it even began. And anyway…I don’t think your roommate could handle all this.” He grabbed my hand and pushed it against his abs as he busted a move.

I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. But if he was being serious…woof. His stripper moves needed some serious work. “So that’s a no to the stripping then?”

“Yeah. Not happening.”

“Then I guess you can’t come. Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night…unless they’re strippers.”

Chad laughed and shook his head. “That can’t seriously be one of the rules. But I appreciate the creativity.” Then he got a serious look on his face. “Wait. You aren’t gonna have strippers at girls’ night, right?”

“I mean…this is my very first girls’ night. And Rule #10 says that all celebrations of important life events must involve strippers. You do the math.”

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