It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 24

I look at Emma with a gleam in my eyes that is almost a thank you, almost. But she can't even meet my eyes, staring at her glass on the table. This is a trap. It has to be. "What's the catch?" I come out straight forward.

Regina laughs, tosses her hair to the side and leans in. "There is no catch, silly. We've just had a change of heart." She tries to take my hand but I pull it back. "We've treated you unfairly in the past. But we get it, you don't want it anymore."

My words practically tackle her. "No, I do!" I can't lose this chance again. "It's all I want. Please." I cannot live the rest of my four years under their torment.

She frowns and pokes at her food. "That's a shame then really. Because we would have loved to have you, but..."

"But what?" There is a disparity to my voice that has not been there since I was a kid.

"But we are unbending on our rules, no fraternizing with the enemy. And that boyfriend of yours—" There's the catch.

A sorority is not worth losing him...but, we have kept our relationship a secret for this long; what is a little longer? Does he not owe me this after ruining my chance to get in the first time? "He's not my boyfriend!" I all but yell. "We're nothing, we're just fucking, nothing more."

She pouts like she doesn't quite belive me and why should she. "We really can't let someone in who's dating a Kappa Theta Phi brother."

"I'm not! He's not even my type." My mind races as I try to find a way to convince them. I need this, I need this sorority. It is the first time in years that I have begged for anything and I am not even ashamed.

"Really? From what Emma tells us he's just your type. Strong, manly, and gorgeous body," her eyes practically mist over as she describes him and my jaw clenches at the sight. "I mean, the things I'd do to him if he wasn't a Kappa man," she fans herself as the rest of the girls giggle in agreement.

Back off, bitch. He's mine. I have to stop myself from jumping over the table to strangle her. "He's really not that great," the words tumble out in an attempt to get her to stop fantasizing about him. "Sure he's strong, but he's terribly cocky. Huge ego." I gesture a large head for emphasis.

"I hear his ego is as big as his package," a girl giggles.

There might as well be steam puffing out of my ears. "Not, really, it's tiny." I don't even believe myself.

"Cassie Marie said he was so big, he couldn't even fit all the way." One of them pipes up.

He fits all the way with me. Screw Cassie Marie. "Plus, I hear he's good with his hand," someone gushes.

"And his tongue," another swoons.

They babble back and forth about how good he is in bed and what a shame it is that he is the enemy and all the dirty things they would love for him to do to them and the blood rushes to my head until it is pounding and it takes everything in me to calm my breath and act normal.

They cannot have this, they do not get him. They have ruined everything else in my life, they do not get this. This one is mine. This love is mine.

"He's so manly." The President sighs with a laugh and I snap.

"He listens to Taylor Swift," I blurt out.

"Seriously?" Their eyes bulged out of their heads and I know I've got them this time.

"Yep." I thought it was adorable when I found out, they think it's a turn off. "And he sings." Gods, he has a beautiful voice.

They are baffled as I ramble off all the things I love about him, all the things that I know will steer their shallow beings away from him.