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care if it is a joke. You know John, though. He can be such an asshole.”
    I nodded, having experienced it firsthand. I made the colossal mistake of agreeing to a date with John last spring. He was a total flirt who believed women should be flattered by his ogling and lame-ass comments. It only took one date to realize he was a shit.
    “What else do Steve and the guys have up their sleeves?” I asked, dying to know what their grand finale would be this year. Last year their master plan fizzled out when security busted them for breaking into the library. The pledges were supposed to erect thrones for the fraternity brothers out of books. They were going to record it and post it on YouTube.
    Melissa’s eyes narrowed slightly, seeing through my ploy. “I’m not that easy. You have to wait just like everyone else.”
    “Come on, I’m not going to tell anyone.”
    She hesitated for a moment, so I went for the kill. “I’ll give you total credit when I post the pictures on Instagram,” I said, coaxing her. I could see she was close to caving. My Instagram account had become legendary around campus. I’d been posting pictures before Instagram was considered cool. Word of mouth spread and now I had more than ten thousand followers. People say I have a gift for snarky taglines and hashtags. Not to mention the pictures of pranks that most of the time were initiated by me, not to toot my own horn any further.
    “Total credit?” she asked, lowering her voice to a whisper.
    “Total credit. Steve won’t even be a blip on the radar.” I knew that’s what she was going for. Mel and Steve were tight, but they were always trying to one-up each other. I guess that’s what you got when you paired two alpha dogs together. Someone always had to win. I really couldn’t care less about their competition. I just wanted to know what the frat house had planned.
    She looked around one last time before answering. “Okay, but not a word to anyone. I’ll have to seriously cut you off if it gets back to Steve. He made me swear not to tell anyone.”
    I looked at her blandly. Everyone knew I wasn’t a snitch.
    “They’re going to make the pledges raft down one of the tamer runs on Penobscot River,” she said in a hushed tone, waiting for me to be impressed.
    I waited for her to continue. I knew there had to be more.
    She sighed after a moment, knowing she’d have to dish all the goods. “Fine, but not a word. They’re making them do it buck naked.”
    “Nice,” I said, grinning broadly as we fist-bumped.
    “Yeah, they want to do it as a race. They’ll dump the guys and their rafts at the starting point, and the first five who make it back will become brothers. The others will be shit out of luck.”
    “That’s effing brilliant. Are they doing it in the morning?”
    “Hell no, that’s the brilliant part. They’re doing it tonight. Half the fun will be making them fumble through the dark.”
    “That’ll suck for taking pictures.”
    “You can take a picture of the guys as they load into the rafts.”
    “That works. The chilly weather ought to make for some interesting pictures. I heard shrinkage is not just a myth,” I said, grinning wickedly at her.
    “Trust me, it’s not. Steve talked me into skinny-dipping last spring at the lake near my parents’ house. It was butt-ass cold and Steve’s penis looked like a turtle head scared to peek out of its shell. I was scared it was permanently damaged and I was going to have to turn it in for a new model.” She winked at me.
    “Can’t blame you there. A broken penis is a no-fun penis.”
    “Totes,” she said, grinning.
    “When are they going out?”
    “Ten, I think. Whoops, I think Steve is looking for me,” she said, glancing at her ringing cell phone. “Remember, not a word until they head out, okay?” She placed her hand on my shoulder to emphasize her point before leaving to join her man.
    I was pondering Melissa’s words when Cameo danced over to me,