“Are you guys broken up?”
I nod in response.
“Do you think you’ll get back together?”
I roll my shoulders, unsure of where I stand with Corey.
“A day turned into a week, and then a week turned into a month, and before I knew it, I was transferring to Strick U. Corey says he understands, but I doubt he does. We were high school sweethearts. We’ve never been with anyone else.”
“You’re trying to figure out what to do next.”
“Pretty much.”
“Oh, this is perfect.” Shannon claps, a big smile illuminating her face. “We’ll have so much fun this year. Consider me your social coordinator.”
Shannon will have my entire calendar planned by the end of the week. This is what I wanted. I didn’t come to this school to keep my nose in a book and my head in the clouds.
I smile. “I’d love that.”
“We’re having dinner in the cafeteria tonight,” Shannon informs me. “Most nights, we cook in the house, but Abby has something planned for the pledges.”
I groan. “Is it something embarrassing?”
She shakes her head. “All of this will be over soon. This might seem like a pain in the ass but trust me, it’s worth it. Hang in there and go with the flow because you want to become a Kappa Delta. Plus, it’s your legacy.”
I force a smile at her last comment. My mother was thrilled when I told her I was pledging her sorority. Jordan was equally excited to welcome me into her extended family.
“What about you?” I ask Shannon. “Where are you from? What’s your story?”
She slides another pillow behind her back and grins. “Well, I’m from Philly, born and raised about twenty minutes from campus. My dad is a truck driver, and my mom is a trucking company secretary. I’m not the typical Strick U student.”
“Did you always know you wanted to be in a sorority?”
She chuckles. “No, I never thought I would get a bid, let alone become a sister.”
“Why not?”
“I wasn’t what you would consider sorority material during my freshman year. I was awkward, still had braces on my teeth, and hadn’t grown into my weight. And I hadn’t even heard of Louboutin until one of my sisters let me borrow her shoes.”
I stare at Shannon, wondering how this beautiful girl isn’t Kappa Delta material. She’s gorgeous, her presence commanding attention. She looks like she would have been prom queen, the center of attention, the girl every guy in school wanted to date.
Shannon must notice my confusion because she says, “It’s funny how much you can change over a few years, right?”
I nod, understanding what she means. Last year, I thought I was ready to settle down after college and start my life with Corey. At least, I thought I was until he proposed. My entire life veered off course after that, making me second-guess everything.
Shannon sits up and slides her legs off the edge of the mattress. “We should head downstairs. It’s almost dinnertime, and Abby hates it when we’re late.”
Fear floods my veins when I consider all the stupid and ridiculous things they might make my pledge class and me do. And there goes my appetite.
Our latest pledge chore wasn’t horrible. They forced us to serve the current members of Kappa Delta dressed in skirts with Greek letters on our asses, accompanied by the matching baby tee in white and green, paired with heels and a full face of makeup.
Everyone in the cafeteria stared at us as we formed a single-file line in the middle of the room and marched toward the buffet line like G.I. Jane Barbie dolls. My feet are killing me. Heels are not my thing, which makes this task harder.
While our sisters talk about people we don’t know, the pledges are so tired and beaten down from constantly working that we silently eat our food. Riley looks as though she wants to take a nap in her salad. Zoe is staring out the window, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger, lost in thought.
I zone out because I’m so bored with their conversation that I’m ready to return to my dormitory. And then I spot him—Trent, the hottie from the Quad. Across the cafeteria on the opposite side of the room, I lock onto Trent. He’s hard to miss.
Well over six feet tall, broad-shouldered, and built like an athlete, the sexy blond captures my attention. Hell, he doesn’t have just mine. A few girls closest to his table stare up at him as he moves his hands back and forth, showing something to his friends.
