Page 1 of Bad Girl's Club

Chloe

Groveton University.

The daily life of a college student in hell persists.

I was eagerly waiting for senior year to finish so I could begin my life in Texas. My decision to move to Texas was based on the desire for a unique atmosphere and the desire to get my degree. Not moving to New York or Wisconsin would spare me from the possibility of a severe winter snowstorm. I yearned for a diverse culture, an exceptional way of life, and a chance to explore different things.

My fiancé, Josh, and I had moved here during my freshman year and his sophomore year. We’d both been tired of California's wildfires and our parents' overprotection, which led us to move. It was fortunate that his father opened a business close to Groveton, making it work for all of us. After completing his final year of college, Josh had taken control over this branch of his father’s business.. His achievements left me at a loss for words to describe how proud I felt. We were in this together.

Since it was my last year in college, I chose to continue my tradition of being a teacher's assistant that I’d started during my sophomore year. It was a convenient way to earn additional money while also getting closer to the professors and making it through the year. As an English major, it was nice to make money while also expanding my knowledge.

Josh’s new job and a fresh start somewhere new had called for some serious celebration over summer break. Even after I’d brought my bags into the dorm, the scent of Italy lingered on some of my clothes. I could still detect the aroma of Josh’s cologne on my sweater. The beauty of Italy was breathtaking, and the scenery was incredible. I wondered if I could move back and work remotely from there . Clearly, I had to add a new dream to my list.

Italy had been phenomenal for our summer break and an amazing escape from the everyday drag of school and work. The effort we’d put into catching up when we got home had been worth it.

While I enjoyed living in the dorms, I also just wasn't quite ready to move in with Josh. We had an apartment off campus. It was in my name and funded by my parents. I wasn't willing to surrender my independence after having it for so long. If I was completely honest, I had reservations about putting my complete trust in him. Even though we'd been together since high school and I’d never imagined myself with anyone else, I also couldn’t imagine being with him twenty years from now.

Despite the challenges, we maintained our spark by scheduling weekend get-togethers. I think I just wanted more than what we had. Perhaps it would change when we moved in together and got married. It was anyone's guess at this point.

My planner was organized, my highlighters ready and pens armed as I prepared to plan everything out. At Groveton, I had the distinction of being both a senior and the president of the Bad Girls' Club. I packed my schedule with planning activities.

What exactly is the Bad Girls' Club, you might be asking? Which one do you want to hear, the truth or the lie?

The basic premise of Bad Girls' Club is that it provides a secure environment for students and professors to engage in any activity they desire. A secure environment for students and professors to collaborate and receive one-on-one help. We were the quintessential innocent gluttons of Groveton, if not the world.

There were no restrictions on your origin, actions, or location. Being a girl was the only requirement. I'm certain that there must have been a club for men as well, but for us, it's only the Bad Girls' Club. Two men had attempted to join once upon a time, but they’d ended up attending none of the fundraisers or meetings.

The truth? It’s the college club version of Fight Club. Confidentiality is crucial in this place. That’s it. The funding and approval were got by selling a lie. The major advocate is Mr. Billiot. I'm curious why.

My best friend, Celeste, and I had worked together to plan the original meetups and gatherings for the group. Our idea had been to run a business and fundraise through bake sales. We’d used the same technique to get our new bar, Bar Aphrodisiac. I’d suggested Bar Safari, but the group had gone with Aphrodisiac. You'll be pleased to know that the menu included a lot of aphrodisiac-type foods. Oysters, Thai chilis, and a few other essentials. The chocolate pies were my absolute favorites.

Celeste had graduated last year. She’d taken over the bar and turned it into a bistro during the day and a nightclub at night. It was a magnificent spot to unwind and switch things up, particularly when things weren’t going our way or after exams.

My first day of school was tomorrow. A group of new freshmen were entering the building. The co-ed hall had always been my favorite spot to fish for new members of the club. Fresh meat meant new girls. Girls who wanted to belong, but didn’t know how to fit in. I wanted the nerds, the dorks, the virgins. I wanted the ones who weren’t corrupt yet. I would not corrupt them, Groveton would. I’d just be there when they fell and help raise them to the skies.

The very first girl I saw was a delicate little freshman. Her father followed her into the hall, where she stood with her luggage, measuring at a height of only five feet. But it was her dad who drew my attention.

Dimitri Billiot, my science professor, and the teacher I was assisting this year. It came as a surprise to me that he had a daughter. She was beautiful. Then again, his wife was also a goddess. It made sense that they had a daughter who was out-of-this-world gorgeous.

“Mr. Billiot,” I said as I passed them. I wanted to know her. “Is this your daughter?”

“Hello, Ms. Simms. This is my daughter, Astara. I trust you will take good care of her and keep her out of trouble?” he said, helping her to her room and sorting her luggage on one side of the room.

“Nice to meet you, Astara. My name is Chloe.” I extended my hand to shake hers. “Is this your first year here?”

“It is. And please call me Star,” she mumbled. She wasn’t very confident, or perhaps she was nervous. I bet being one of the professors’ children was hard on a new student. Either way, we were all paying to be here.

“Nice! Do you know what your major is?” I asked enthusiastically .

“I think I’m going to do social science. Psychology and Sociology really interest me.” Star was a woman after my own heart. Maybe I wouldn’t be lonely without Celeste this year after all. When Star smiled for the first time, I noticed the gap in her teeth—just like mine. She had sky-blue eyes and was absolutely gorgeous. Her red hair was long and curly.

“That’s a good major. I chose Business and Psychology because it’s versatile, and if I wanted to change my path, I just have to change my minor.” Then I added, “Can I help you guys with any unpacking or moving in? I’m free for a few hours.”

“Actually, yes.” She brightened. “I need to go to the market and get some food and snacks, and I think I need a few supplies to make it for the first week until I know what I need for my classes.” It was the most she’d said since I’d met her a few minutes ago.

“Miss Simms, do you think you can take her to the store to get the things she needs?” Professor Billiot asked me as he fumbled through his wallet. “I’ll give you gas money?” He handed Star money, then handed me a fifty-dollar bill.

“I definitely don’t mind. I’m sure Star and I will be great friends.” How could I refuse? Billiot was undeniably sexy, even if I could only look.

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