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in less than an hour. They dumped all my stuff into a tiny cubicle of a room with two dressers, two desks, and one twin bed, leaving it up to Em and me to sort out the space. Mom had gone crazy and bought me every matching accessory imaginable for my dorm room, thinking I could bring back the extra when it was time to move into the house. There was no way it would all fit with Emily's in our tiny shared room that was less than half the size of my dorm room.
We flipped a coin to see whose sheets and comforters to put on the bed. I won. Then we crammed as much stuff into the closets and dressers as we could and called the houseboys to help us haul the rest to the attic for storage. I felt like a prima donna or something for asking the guys to haul my junk around. I didn't want them to think I thought of them as my own personal slaves. But I wanted to see Zach so much it was worth the risk.
Unfortunately, Paul showed up. While Em was preoccupied, he whispered to me, "Zach gave me hell for telling you to go to the cliffs."
I was secretly pleased. "I didn't give you up."
Paul didn't seem impressed. "I made the mistake of outing myself and teasing him about his overprotective nature." He paused and not quite scowled, but something close to it. "Be careful, Alexis. Don't lead him on."
There was an undertone of dislike in his voice, like he didn't trust the girls in the house. Like we were nothing more than cock teases to the house guys. Ways to get them in trouble.
"I like Zach," he said. "Girls think he's a charming guy. I would go to the mats for him. But he's been through a lot of crap. He has a dark side and he keeps to himself."
I didn't reply.
"If you're trying to sleep with him, you're going to be disappointed. Zach doesn't mess with the girls in the house." He grabbed my disc chair and an armful of framed posters and headed up the stairs to the attic. He didn't speak to me again.
I spent a fitful night on the sleeping porch. I was a light sleeper. Every cough and movement woke me up. In the morning, the houseboys set out breakfast. I looked for Zach. Someone said he had an early class and was already gone. Carol, our housemother, welcomed Em and me as we ate breakfast.
All the girls in the house dressed in their pledge T-shirts and skirts for the first day of class. Most of the girls wore flip-flops. I wore a pair of wedge sandals, which turned out to be a mistake as I trudged up the hill to campus.
The entire Greek system was out in their house shirts. Walking up Greek Row toward campus with some girls from the house, through the shade-lined streets, the mood was happy and hung over in equal measure. The pledges like me were excited. Em bubbled over with pride.
Em and I didn't have class together. We split in different directions when we got onto campus proper. I hoped I didn't have class with any of my sorority sisters. If I did, I was expected to sit with them. I had three classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I had sisters in the first two and sat in a clump with them, wishing for the freedom to choose my friends for myself. Resenting my mom and her insistence that I pledge the Double Deltsies.
I ate lunch at the house and headed out to my two o'clock class with fingers crossed. I was looking forward to The History of Rock and Roll as my skate class to fill one of my general education requirements, GERs. The classroom was easy to find—Led Zeppelin's "Fool in the Rain" was blasting from the inside. I loved that song. Classic rock was one of the few joys I shared with my dad.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I walked in and didn't see another Delta Delta Psi T-shirt in the room. Then I saw Zach sitting in the back by himself, wearing a Modest Mouse T-shirt, and my heart raced.
A Double Deltsie I actually wanted to sit by! Ignoring Paul's warning, and Zach's obvious signals that he wanted to be alone, I walked right up to him. "Is this seat taken?" I sat without waiting for an
We flipped a coin to see whose sheets and comforters to put on the bed. I won. Then we crammed as much stuff into the closets and dressers as we could and called the houseboys to help us haul the rest to the attic for storage. I felt like a prima donna or something for asking the guys to haul my junk around. I didn't want them to think I thought of them as my own personal slaves. But I wanted to see Zach so much it was worth the risk.
Unfortunately, Paul showed up. While Em was preoccupied, he whispered to me, "Zach gave me hell for telling you to go to the cliffs."
I was secretly pleased. "I didn't give you up."
Paul didn't seem impressed. "I made the mistake of outing myself and teasing him about his overprotective nature." He paused and not quite scowled, but something close to it. "Be careful, Alexis. Don't lead him on."
There was an undertone of dislike in his voice, like he didn't trust the girls in the house. Like we were nothing more than cock teases to the house guys. Ways to get them in trouble.
"I like Zach," he said. "Girls think he's a charming guy. I would go to the mats for him. But he's been through a lot of crap. He has a dark side and he keeps to himself."
I didn't reply.
"If you're trying to sleep with him, you're going to be disappointed. Zach doesn't mess with the girls in the house." He grabbed my disc chair and an armful of framed posters and headed up the stairs to the attic. He didn't speak to me again.
I spent a fitful night on the sleeping porch. I was a light sleeper. Every cough and movement woke me up. In the morning, the houseboys set out breakfast. I looked for Zach. Someone said he had an early class and was already gone. Carol, our housemother, welcomed Em and me as we ate breakfast.
All the girls in the house dressed in their pledge T-shirts and skirts for the first day of class. Most of the girls wore flip-flops. I wore a pair of wedge sandals, which turned out to be a mistake as I trudged up the hill to campus.
The entire Greek system was out in their house shirts. Walking up Greek Row toward campus with some girls from the house, through the shade-lined streets, the mood was happy and hung over in equal measure. The pledges like me were excited. Em bubbled over with pride.
Em and I didn't have class together. We split in different directions when we got onto campus proper. I hoped I didn't have class with any of my sorority sisters. If I did, I was expected to sit with them. I had three classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I had sisters in the first two and sat in a clump with them, wishing for the freedom to choose my friends for myself. Resenting my mom and her insistence that I pledge the Double Deltsies.
I ate lunch at the house and headed out to my two o'clock class with fingers crossed. I was looking forward to The History of Rock and Roll as my skate class to fill one of my general education requirements, GERs. The classroom was easy to find—Led Zeppelin's "Fool in the Rain" was blasting from the inside. I loved that song. Classic rock was one of the few joys I shared with my dad.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I walked in and didn't see another Delta Delta Psi T-shirt in the room. Then I saw Zach sitting in the back by himself, wearing a Modest Mouse T-shirt, and my heart raced.
A Double Deltsie I actually wanted to sit by! Ignoring Paul's warning, and Zach's obvious signals that he wanted to be alone, I walked right up to him. "Is this seat taken?" I sat without waiting for an
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