Page 24 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

P.S. Every member of your team must appear in every picture.

P.P.S. Every picture must also feature one of you wearing a thong and holding two cucumbers.

“Ah!” I squealed. “This is gonna be so much fun!” I grabbed the list and a camera off the desk. “Let’s go!”

We ran out of the mansion.

“Wait!” said Chad as we ran past one of the gryphon shaped grotesques. “We need a picture with one of these.”

“Yeah, but it won’t do us any good until one of us is in a thong holding two cucumbers.”

“Shit, I forgot about that. It’s gonna take so long to go get that stuff and then come back here.”

“It would. But there’s nothing on the rules that says the pictures have to be taken in order.”

“You’re a genius,” said Chad.

“I know!” I gave him a kissy face. “I almost have our path all planned out. Just need to google something real quick…”

I pulled my backup phone out of my purse.

“Hey,” said one of our teammates. I hadn’t been paying attention when he’d been assigned his pledge mission, but I had a feeling it had something to do with the watermelon he was carrying. “I thought we were supposed to leave our phones when we took our numbers?”

“That’s her backup phone,” said Chad.

“Her what?”

I ignored them and shot off a few texts, including one to Ash and Slavanka telling them to get their butts outside to the front lawn. Then I googled museums nearby. There was one not far from here with a samurai helmet on display. I looked down the list one more time just to make sure I had everything accounted for.

“Alright guys,” I said. “We can do this entire hunt in only three stops. I’ll have us back here in less than two hours.”

One of our other teammates gasped. “My lady! That of which you speak dost be most impossible.”

Say what? I stared at him.

He shrugged and held up a book filled with Shakespeare plays. If he was supposed to be talking like he was permanently in a Shakespeare play, then he was failing miserably. Had he never heard of iambic pentameter?

“Don’t doubt her,” said Chad. “Like I said, she’s a genius.”

“But how?” whispered Scooter. He took the list from me and looked down it. “It will take at least two hours just to walk from here to a sorority house to Harvard Yard to the football stadium.”

“Football stadium?”

“Yeah,” said Chad. “They have a few statues of some former Harvard captains. It’s pretty common for students to jump up onto their shoulders and take piggyback rides while tailgating.”

“We’re not walking. And we’re not going to the stadium.” Did these basic bitches not remember that Adonis - quarterback and captain of the football team - had given us his phone number on the signed ball? “Ah, perfect timing.”

Ash and Slavanka ran out of the mansion just as Ghostie pulled up in a limo. We all piled in.

“Take us to a sorority house,” I said.

He grunted a response, which in Ghostie-speak meant…yes.

“Can you drop us off at the dorms first?” asked Ash. “Almost getting murdered really tuckered me out.”

“We find murder room,” agreed Slavanka.

“Murder room?” I asked.

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