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“Well, I like to make sure people have fun, safe things to do. Not everyone is into the Greek, party-hard way of life, y’know?” Hannah said. “Anyway, enjoy dinner, and hopefully I’ll see you later.” With a wave, she moved on to the next room.
“She seems nice,” Celeste said.
“Yeah.” They headed downstairs and outside. “Was it just me, or did she sound bitter about the whole Greek life thing?” Kylie pushed out the door into the warm evening air.
“She totally did.” Celeste nodded. “Maybe she had a bad experience.”
“Probably. Are you still dead set on pledging a sorority?”
Celeste shrugged. “I don’t know. It sounds like fun, and next year we could move out of the dorms and into a sorority house. I’d like to check out a few rush parties.”
Kylie nodded. “I’m game.”
“This is going to be the best year ever!” Celeste looped her arm through Kylie’s.
She couldn’t have agreed more.
Chapter Two
Xander bounced his leg and snuck another look at his cell phone—6:41 p.m. Brad, the fraternity president, had been droning on for almost an hour now. Was he ever going to shut up?
“So, as I said, our goal is to increase our membership by ten percent, double our charity and fundraising efforts, and try to beat last year’s cumulative house GPA,” Brad said.
If he repeated the same information one more time, Xander was going to get up and walk out. The thought of doing so brought a smile to his face. That would really piss off Brad. He hated dissent.
“And we’re going to have some kick-ass parties, too!” Finn shouted and pumped his fist in the air.
The room erupted in whoops and hollers of agreement. Rho Alpha Theta was known for two things: its high GPA and its parties. The fact the fraternity could successfully do both was a mystery to almost everyone on campus, Xander included. Although, with the grades he’d gotten last semester, it was a miracle the overall house GPA didn’t tank.
“The activities fair is tomorrow afternoon in the quad. We have a booth and will be recruiting, but we could use a couple volunteers to walk around and direct people our way.”
Xander’s hand shot up. “Finn and I will do it.” He glanced over at Finn and grinned.
Brad sighed. But when no one else volunteered, he waved his hand dismissively. “Fine, Xander. You and Finn can do it, but I expect you to be there and stay there. No ditching the event to go hang out with some girl like you did last semester.”
Laughter rippled through the room. Xander straightened and saluted. “Yes, sir.” That earned him even more laughs and a dirty look from their fearless leader.
Brad’s face turned red, and he banged the gavel on the table. “All right, settle down.” He smoothed his hands over his sweater vest and cleared his throat. “I believe that’s it for now. We’ll meet again next Thursday and go over our plans for rush week. You’re dismissed.”
About damn time.Xander stood and stretched. His stomach growled.
“Finn, Xander, could I see you two for a moment?” Brad waved them over.
What the hell does he want now?All Xander wanted to do was go eat, have a couple beers, and relax. Between moving in and the intense basketball game earlier, his ass was dragging. Although, meeting Kylie had been fun—and unexpected. She was gorgeous and a little feisty, and she had an innocence about her that he couldn’t quite explain.
“We need to make a good first impression tomorrow, so I expect you two to be dressed appropriately. Khaki pants or shorts and the polo shirt with the house logo,” Brad said sternly.
Xander half expected Brad to wave his finger at them like a father scolding a child.
“You do both still have your house shirts, don’t you?” Brad crossed his arms, his tone condescending.
“Yep,” Xander said. “Are we done now? I need to go eat.”
Brad dropped his arms to his sides and balled his hands into fists. “I’m not screwing around, Xander. If you’re not going to take the activities fair seriously, I’ll—”
“Chill, Brad. We got this. It’ll be fine. Right, Finn?” Xander nudged him.
“Right, of course.” Finn nodded.
