Page 149 of Filthy Elites

My hand covers my mouth. I may puke, but I have to ask. “So you’re together? And we’re…”

“Nothing,” he replies. “A prank. Which maybe I’d feel bad about, except you sucked my best friend’s cock today in the pantry.”

“He made me—”

He cuts me off with a smirk. “Don’t embarrass yourself any more than you already have, Reagan. Go back to the dorm, pack your bags, and get the fuck out of Whittmore.”

Andrea grins at me and links her fingers with Royer’s before they turn away and walk back to The Green. I’m still standing there, in shock, when the squeals and screeches of Bid Night begin, hammering in the fact that I’m a fool.

I’m alone.

But worst of all?

I’ve been blacklisted.

THREE

Miller

The Zeta Sig house is already thrumming with life when I get back from Bid Night. We’d stayed to watch the girls open their envelopes. The drama is thick—tears everywhere. Some happy, some sad. Not everyone gets their first choice, but even those girls aren’t like Reagan. They’re accepted somewhere. She’s a blacked-out name. A warning to mouthy girls who were popular in high school and haven’t realized the rules changed the second they stepped onto Whittmore’s campus.

It’s petty and dumb, but it’s just part of this whole system. A system where I hold a place at the top.

“Miller,” I pause and see Shannon… or is it Shayla? The ends of her long platinum hair curl against the swell of her cleavage. She frowns at my lip and strokes my cheek. “What happened to you?”

I touch the swollen skin, sore from Reagan splitting it. “Eh, it’s nothing. Bid Day can get a little crazy. Emotions get high.”

She laughs. “Right? That girl… so fucking dumb to let a video exist like that.”

“Stupid as fuck,” I agree, wincing when I talk. God, Reagan nailed me. She’s stronger than she looks. If I’d known, I would’ve pushed her a little harder earlier today in the pantry.

“Want me to get some ice for that?” the girl in front of me asks. Her tits are pressed against my arm and her lips turned down in a pout. “Make it feel better?”

“I would, but duty calls. We’ve got a meeting.”

“Now?” She looks skeptical. I don’t care. This girl, Sharon, or whatever her name is, is one of dozens. After today, my energy is running high. It’s not a surprise. I prefer a girl that needs a little breaking down, but once I’ve had a taste, Sorority Susie just isn’t going to cut it.

“Frat rush starts tomorrow. You know how it is for officers.” She nods in understanding. That’s the world these girls get. Parties and pledges. I squeeze her hip. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

Her expression brightens. “Okay.”

I cut through the room, past the underclassmen that don’t have the obligations that I do and step into the private room in the back of the house. Knox, our secretary, is already there bent over, rummaging through the mini fridge. It’s a comical sight. Knox is six-four, with shoulders as wide as a brick wall. He glances up when I enter, eyes assessing my swollen lip.

“Looks like you need something cold on that mouth.”

I catch the beer with one hand and press the cool metal against the swollen skin. “Thanks.”

“I saw the video. That girl had no idea, did she?”

“Not a fucking clue. She fell for it all, hook, line, and sinker.” The door opens, letting the roar of music to bounce into the room. Royer steps into the room.

“Your girl packs a punch,” I tell him. “Stings like a motherfucker.”

“She’s not my girl,” he says, closing the door behind him. “And you can’t say you didn’t have it coming.”

“Hey, you’re the one that gave me free rein to fuck with her.”

“And you’re the one that always goes a step too far.”

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