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“I don't know, maybe we could do something that's like Chi Delts through the ages. We could have sisters in different time periods. Like flapper girls, then hippies, disco. We could have killer music and everything,” Vivian suggested. I actually thought the idea was pretty cool.

“Yeah, I like that one. Lets start drafting a skit,” I said, standing up. I went over to the book shelf and pulled a spiral notebook down. We were sitting in the common room at the Chi Delta House. It was a beautiful room. There were three huge picture windows that overlooked the quad. The colors were a combination of warm golds and soft greens. I was camped out on one of the three plush couches that sat in a semi-circle around a large oak coffee table. Two walls were covered with built in book shelves and the other two walls were covered in pictures of the campus and Chi Delta members.

I had opted out of having a room at the house. Sometimes I worried that this made it even harder for me to bond with my new sisters, but I had made the commitment to live with Riley. I would never have gone back on that.

Vivian pulled out her own notebook and started writing down ideas for the skit. We were so into what we were doing that I jumped when the front door opened and a group of sisters came in. They had obviously been to the campus gym because they were all dressed identically in tiny work out shorts and barely there tank tops.

Olivia was with them. When she saw us, she broke away from the group and came over. She sat down on one of the couches. “How's it going girls? Any ideas for rush?” She asked, taking a drink from her sports bottle.

“Vivian came up with a great idea for a rush skit.” I said, letting Vivian have the spotlight.

“Oh, yeah? Do tell,” Olivia said, sitting up. Vivian launched into an overly detailed description of the skit. I sort of zoned out. I couldn't help but watch Olivia as she spoke with Vivian.

And I couldn't help but compare the two of us in my head. And so far I was coming up seriously short. How sad was it that I was creating a fictitious competition with this girl in my head? I needed to get over my ridiculous fixation with her boyfriend. The quicker I did that, the better off I'd be.

“Don't you think, Mays?” Vivian asked suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blinked in confusion.

“Huh?” I asked stupidly. Vivian rolled her eyes and Olivia chuckled. A low rich sound that probably made guys go instantly hard. Man, I hated her.

“I said, we should probably start thinking of a play list for the skit and then we can build the dialogue around it,” Vivian said with irritation, clearly annoyed that I hadn't been paying attention.

I nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” I said as Olivia got to her feet.

“You girls should talk to Jordan. He has an insane amount of music. He probably has everything from the last fifty years. He'd be a great resource for you to use. And I have it on good authority that he'll help out. You know, if he wants to get any later.” I tried not to gape at Olivia's sexual comment. Then I couldn't help but think of the two of them together. Naked. And I felt sick.

“Really? Can you call Jordan and ask when we can meet with him?” Vivian asked, a little too eagerly.

“Sure, I'll let you girls know,” Olivia told her, walking out of the room.

“That'll be awesome! I'm sure Jordan will have a bunch of great ideas,” Vivian gushed and I gave her a weak smile.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” I replied, none too enthusiastically.

“Don't forget about the party at Jordan's tonight! Everyone is expected to be there!” Olivia said, peeking her head back around the door.

“Of course we'll be there!” Vivian chirped. I gave a thumbs up as Olivia disappeared.

“I've got to find something to wear for tonight!” Vivian squeaked, picking up her notebook and bag. For a girl who was about to enter her senior year, she came across as extremely juvenile sometimes.

“Viv, you've got like eight hours before the party. I'd say you have time,” I said as she hurried to the stairs to go up to her room. She turned around and placed her hand on her hip.

“Girl, it'll take me that long to be perfect. There will be some fine Pi Sig ass there tonight and if I want to secure a date to our first mixer, I have to look drop dead gorgeous.” She gave me a once over. “You might want to head home and start getting ready yourself. Maybe you'll find a guy you like tonight,” she offered.

Oh there would be a guy I liked there alright. Just not one that I would ever have any claim to. “Eh, I've got time to wax and primp. No worries.” I followed Vivian up the stairs and headed to Gracie's room.

“There's never enough time to make sure you look amaze!” I tried not to roll my eyes as she walked away.

I went into Gracie's room without knocking. I never knocked. Unless there was a scrunchy on the door knob. Then I knew she was otherwise indisposed and to come back later. Gracie was ironing a shirt when I walked in. Her music was cranked up. She had on that horrible rap crap that she insisted was the only music worth listening to. She looked up as I came in and grinned. “Hey girl!” she shouted over the stereo.

She thankfully turned the music down. “How did the meeting with Vivian go? She's not having everyone dress like biker sluts for the first party is she?” Gracie asked.

“Ah, so you've heard the fantastic biker babes concept already,” I surmised, laying down on her bed. She moved a pile of clothes onto the floor so I could put my feet up.

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