don't mean to be cruel, but your little friend needs all the help she can get. She's not high on the totem pole. We can help her. We can teach her things that you and I both know you don't want to teach her."
"Teach her? You better not be talking about blow jobs."
She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm talking about social skills. I'm talking about how to act at a party and how not to get walked on by everyone. You know how to do it, but you're not the one to help her develop those skills. We can do that for you. We already do it with the new pledges each year. We take the ones who have the most potential and mold them into our perfect sisters."
My eyes went flat. "Grace isn't one to be molded into any perfect housewife wannabe."
"She won't be. We'll develop her to her fullest potential. She'll still have the kind heart that you like about her. Trust me. Plus, things won't get sticky between your two besties and your one girl bestie. Word is that there's always been tension between your boys and any girl you befriend."
She was telling me this? I surveyed the sorority bitch one more time. She talked a good game and admitted her true intentions. I could've figured them out anyway, already had, but still…Grace would be helped out. "Fine. Grace becomes a sister and you get to party with Corrigan's house? That's the deal?"
"You have to be a sister too."
She had so much to learn. I snorted. "No way. You don't want me in your house."
She seemed wary now. "Why not?"
"Because if you piss me off, I'll come into your house. I will take your friends. I will take your house. And I will take the life that you wanted." I shook my head. "You don't want me to do that. Trust me."
She narrowed her eyes. "You don't have the ability to do that."
"I do, honey. I sleep with an international soccer star. My best friend already runs our campus and I know a few movie stars. How do you think I got their loyalty? Now, who do you know?"
Her lips went flat as her jaw clenched. "Fine, but you have to be at some of our activities."
"I'll go to a few of your parties." She looked to argue and I shrugged. "Or no deal. That's all you're getting from me."
The fight went out of her, and her hand shot out. "Fine. Done."
We shook hands, though it felt like a deal with the devil.
"So…" Cadence smoothed out her sweater and skirt.
My eyebrows arched. What else was she vying for?
"Your party tonight," she started. "Some sisters are going to approach you. They'll still want you in our house."
I shrugged and folded my arms over my chest. "I have no problem saying no."
She nodded. "Fine."
As she turned to go, I stopped her once more.
"Bryce is off limits."
Cadence narrowed her eyes and nodded. "Bryce will be off limits, but if you two break up then the deal is off."
I could handle that. I accepted and gestured towards the door. "Now that we've got our blood signatures out of the way, off you go. I'll see you when I see you."
She was stiff as she left the house.
Surveying my outfit, I figured my jeans were fine. I wasn't a fool. I knew they were skintight, showing my legs, which Bryce loved. But I wrinkled my nose in disgust at my top. It needed to go. Something told me I'd look mousy standing next to the model-like women who seemed to be at the same gyms as Bryce's soccer teams. So instead of my white plain tee shirt, I slipped on a white sweater that hugged every inch of my body. Underneath, I wore a sparkly pink tank top that rested just an inch above my pants. Looking in the mirror, I could see my eyes were fine. Cadence's long eyelashes couldn't compete with mine. I knew my weaknesses, but I also knew my advantages, and my heart-shaped face went well with my 'drop dead' eyes, as Bryce termed them once. Then I tucked my hair behind my ears. It was straight, sleek, and even shimmered like in a commercial.
It wasn't long before I pulled up to the Suns' training gym. It was a massive but plain brick building. I caught the looks on a few people
"Teach her? You better not be talking about blow jobs."
She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm talking about social skills. I'm talking about how to act at a party and how not to get walked on by everyone. You know how to do it, but you're not the one to help her develop those skills. We can do that for you. We already do it with the new pledges each year. We take the ones who have the most potential and mold them into our perfect sisters."
My eyes went flat. "Grace isn't one to be molded into any perfect housewife wannabe."
"She won't be. We'll develop her to her fullest potential. She'll still have the kind heart that you like about her. Trust me. Plus, things won't get sticky between your two besties and your one girl bestie. Word is that there's always been tension between your boys and any girl you befriend."
She was telling me this? I surveyed the sorority bitch one more time. She talked a good game and admitted her true intentions. I could've figured them out anyway, already had, but still…Grace would be helped out. "Fine. Grace becomes a sister and you get to party with Corrigan's house? That's the deal?"
"You have to be a sister too."
She had so much to learn. I snorted. "No way. You don't want me in your house."
She seemed wary now. "Why not?"
"Because if you piss me off, I'll come into your house. I will take your friends. I will take your house. And I will take the life that you wanted." I shook my head. "You don't want me to do that. Trust me."
She narrowed her eyes. "You don't have the ability to do that."
"I do, honey. I sleep with an international soccer star. My best friend already runs our campus and I know a few movie stars. How do you think I got their loyalty? Now, who do you know?"
Her lips went flat as her jaw clenched. "Fine, but you have to be at some of our activities."
"I'll go to a few of your parties." She looked to argue and I shrugged. "Or no deal. That's all you're getting from me."
The fight went out of her, and her hand shot out. "Fine. Done."
We shook hands, though it felt like a deal with the devil.
"So…" Cadence smoothed out her sweater and skirt.
My eyebrows arched. What else was she vying for?
"Your party tonight," she started. "Some sisters are going to approach you. They'll still want you in our house."
I shrugged and folded my arms over my chest. "I have no problem saying no."
She nodded. "Fine."
As she turned to go, I stopped her once more.
"Bryce is off limits."
Cadence narrowed her eyes and nodded. "Bryce will be off limits, but if you two break up then the deal is off."
I could handle that. I accepted and gestured towards the door. "Now that we've got our blood signatures out of the way, off you go. I'll see you when I see you."
She was stiff as she left the house.
Surveying my outfit, I figured my jeans were fine. I wasn't a fool. I knew they were skintight, showing my legs, which Bryce loved. But I wrinkled my nose in disgust at my top. It needed to go. Something told me I'd look mousy standing next to the model-like women who seemed to be at the same gyms as Bryce's soccer teams. So instead of my white plain tee shirt, I slipped on a white sweater that hugged every inch of my body. Underneath, I wore a sparkly pink tank top that rested just an inch above my pants. Looking in the mirror, I could see my eyes were fine. Cadence's long eyelashes couldn't compete with mine. I knew my weaknesses, but I also knew my advantages, and my heart-shaped face went well with my 'drop dead' eyes, as Bryce termed them once. Then I tucked my hair behind my ears. It was straight, sleek, and even shimmered like in a commercial.
It wasn't long before I pulled up to the Suns' training gym. It was a massive but plain brick building. I caught the looks on a few people
Similar Books
