It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 6

"If she goes to take you, I'll—"

"You'll do what?" A voice I'd been searching for all night called as she stepped in front of me, jabbing a well manicured finger in Monica's chest and pushing her away from me.

Monica stuttered. "I'll tell you what I'm gonna do." Her voice quivered at the sight of actual 'competition'.

"Oh really? Please do share." She pushed Monica until her back was pinned against the kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna uh-"

"You're gonna uh what?" She mocked with perhaps some of the most animated facial expressions I'd ever seen a person wear. They only made her more intimidating.

Monica didn't say a word.

"Why don't I tell you what you're gonna do then? You're gonna stay the hell away from my man and if you ever think about touching him again—" she ripped the bottle out of Monica's hand— "I'll make sure you can never touch anyone ever again."

Monica stoped breathing, tears welling in her eyes, until the familiar voice leaned in closer so that their faces almost touched, and said "got it?"

Monica nodded furiously. "I'll never touch him. He's all yours, I swear!" Well that quick. I see I meant a lot to the woman who was just threatening to berid of anyone who dare look at me.

The woman backed off, letting Monica scurry off, before turning to me and taking a fake bow. "You're welcome."

I laughed. "Am I supposed to thank you for tourmenting someone, darling?"

Her lip curled into a pout. "You are so ungrateful! I just saved your ass." She rested her hands on her hips in frustration.

Why, I have no idea. Last time I checked, she still hated my guts. I wouldn't apologize again just to be berated. She rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't thank me. I didn't do it for you anyway."

I raised a brow. "Then who did you do it for?"

Before she could answer, the DJ changed the song to one far louder than the first. Considering I could already barely hear her, now it was impossible. I'm sure she said something, her lips moved, but all I could hear was the music. "What?" I shouted.

She repeated herself and despite having taken a step closer I couldn't make out a single word. "What?" I yelled again.

She moved closer, tugging on the collar of my shirt to bring my ear level with her lips and repeated herself once more. I nearly made out two of the words. And when she realized I still didn't hear her, she huffed and placed bother her hands on my back forcefully pushing forward. I listened, letting her shove me through the crowd and part the sea of people to create the path for her. She directed me out the back door and out to the patio, a restricted area for guests, only available to members of Kappa Theta Pi. So thankfully I had special access to the only place that was quiet enough to have a conversation. Though I'm sure if I hadn't, it wouldn't have stopped her. Had she been a Beta Sigma Xi girl, she would have been immediately kicked out of their sorority just for being alone with me, but thanks to me, that is not a problem. Some weird rule they had about never sleeping with a member of KTP. Our rule, seduce as many BSX girls as possible. It's almost a shame she isn't one of them.

Once outside, we ducked into the corner of the patio, the furthest spot away from the music. "What did you say?" I asked.

She paused and removed two earplugs from her ears. "I said, I did it for me. Because she looked pissed and if anyone is going to castrate you, it is going to be me."

That makes total sense. I should have expected nothing less. "You brought earplugs to a party?" I changed the subject, the earplugs still sitting in her hand.