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  1. Dedication
  2. ​Chapter 1
  3. ​Chapter 2
  4. ​Chapter 3
  5. ​Chapter 4
  6. ​Chapter 5
  7. ​Chapter 6
  8. ​Chapter 7
  9. ​Chapter 8
  10. ​Chapter 9
  11. ​Chapter 10
  12. ​Chapter 11
  13. ​Chapter 12
  14. ​Chapter 13
  15. ​Chapter 14
  16. ​Chapter 15
  17. ​Chapter 16
  18. ​Let The Games Begin
  19. ​Chapter 17
  20. ​Chapter 18
  21. ​Chapter 19
  22. ​Chapter 20
  23. ​Chapter 21
  24. ​Chapter 22
  25. ​Chapter 23
  26. ​Chapter 24
  27. ​Chapter 25
  28. ​Chapter 26
  29. ​Chapter 27
  30. ​Chapter 28
  31. ​Chapter 29
  32. ​Chapter 30
  33. ​Chapter 31
  34. ​Chapter 32
  35. ​Chapter 33
  36. ​Chapter 34
  37. ​Chapter 35
  38. ​Chapter 36
  39. ​Chapter 37
  40. ​Chapter 38
  41. ​Chapter 39
  42. ​Chapter 40
  43. ​Chapter 41
  44. ​Chapter 42
  45. ​Chapter 43
  46. ​Chapter 44
  47. ​Chapter 45
  48. ​Chapter 46
  49. ​Chapter 47
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She furrowed her eyebrows and stuck her tongue out at me. “Watch me! Our podcast will live on even when we are old and gray!”

There was humor there, but also space to mourn for our future selves. Not being roommates–doing everything together–would eventually end. Everything came to an end at some point in time.

“Also,” she added, “when did you become such a nihilist? Is that jacket giving you bad vibes or something? You know what, that’s it. I’m going to burn sage across the house.”

“Isn’t sage for bad spirits? I’m not sure it will, you know,” I waved my hands in the air, “disperse bad vibes.”

She pointed a finger at me. “One more word about bad vibes and I’ll do it!”

We came into view of a few houses having rushing info sessions and I wanted to tour at least a few of them. Look at all my options and whatnot. I’m sure my mom would encourage me to try these things out like she did with everything else in my life.

...If I could handle that much pink. Kelly may have been onto something when she gave me pushback on the idea. The amount of pink I saw surely ran the paint company dry.

Hesitantly, I looked back to Kelly as we stepped out of the car. “Do you remember which houses we were supposed to avoid? The two that the one girl was talking about?”

She looked at me like I asked her an advanced calculus question. “Babe, they all sound the exact same to me. Alpha, beta, kappa, gamma, blah blah. I don’t think I could remember if you held a gun to my head.”

Hopefully we don’t run into any unfriendlies, then.

The first house we approached was pink, naturally. It had a Texas-looking theme about the party and probably some southern bombshells inside.

And a bombshell, I was not.

We entered anyway, deciding to make the best of the day we planned. A girl ran out. “Hi, y’all!” She had a really overdone southern accent. “Welcome to Kappa Phi Delta, we are here to help you scout out houses to rush! Oh, don’t you two look so cute.”

I mustered a small smile and a wave. It was awkward. “We’re just browsing today. I’m not completely sure if I’ll rush this year.”

“Oh, honey! You are welcome here in whatever year you are in.” She came a little closer and lowered her voice. “Just between you and me, avoid Beta Kappa Phi and Theta Nu. The former being worse than the latter.”

“I think another girl who invited us to rush week told us the same,” I whispered back.