Page 1 of The Bro-code

CHAPTER 1

FAKE IT UNTIL YOU MAKE IT

BAY

When you reach rock bottom, there’s a fool proof way to lift yourself up. Put on stilettos.

That’s what my Nana used to say and I never thought I would need to put those words into action.

I’m well aware that if you looked at me right now, rock bottom seems the farthest thing from reality. After all, I’ve been on a mega yacht in the south of France, for the entire summer break.

But believe me, sometimes appearances can be deceiving and rock bottom is a state of mind.

In reality? It’s good that we can’t see the future, because the worst was definitely still to come.

I know y’all must have a zillion questions, so let’s start answering the most pressing ones.

You might remember that the last time you saw me, I was hurling a trophy at my boyfriend’s head.

No, Topher hadn’t left the toilet seat up or an empty milk carton in the fridge.

I found him in my bed screwing one of my sisters.

And just in case anyone needs the reminder, I’m not talking about Lakyn, my twin.

I’m talking about one of my sorority sisters.

Do you wonder what happened after I threw my coveted Greek Row Olympics trophy, narrowly missing his head?

The asshole didn’t even have the decency to stop what he was doing. He came, came inside the puck bunny he was fucking in my bed.

It doesn’t matter that I had been looking for Topher to break up with him.

It doesn’t matter that I had known that our relationship was over for months, since after a disastrous Christmas break in Connecticut at his family home.

My sister and my best friend had never understood what I saw in Topher and at this point, it’s hard to blame them.

The truth though is that I was in love with him. Realizing bit by bit how blind I had been, not only to how Topher treated others but to how he treated me, sucked ass.

So what were my options when that trophy missed his head?

Believe me, I have been replaying that scene in my head over and over.

I wish I could tell you that I went to the Zeta house kitchen, got the sharpest knife I could find and sliced him like award winning sashimi.

Or that I said some epic one liner worthy of a book, flicking my hair in my signature defiant pose.

The truth unfortunately is far less flattering.

I’ve always believed that projection is reflection and I know everyone in my life thinks I’m this badass chick that takes no shit and no prisoners.

And yet, in the face of my boyfriend of three years cheating on me with the Dean’s daughter, I reacted like most women would.

My eyes filled with tears and I ran like I had the devil on my heels.

I don’t even know if Topher tried to run after me, I didn’t give him the opportunity.

Every other person I cared about was at the hockey arena, where the Frozen Four final match was being played.

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