For Kelsie McCollum, the next several days played out in a blur. Class registration, getting the hang of how to get around campus, and meeting some of the girls on her floor–many of whom were aware of the moment that Kelsie had shared with the school’s new Star Quarterback.
As for Chris Weathers…nothing. Kelsie blamed herself. She was too shy to go down to his floor or call him, and he hadn’t come up. Alexia, who was already laying claim to boys left and right, promised to play matchmaker…but right now, Flag Football practices were taking up a lot of her time.
But alone, in their room, Kelsie had already succumbed to her own desires several times.
She would begin by envisioning Chris Weathers, down in his room two floors below…naked.
Kelsie would lock her door, climb under her covers, and imagine him lying next to her. Slowly, she would dare to guide her hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, beneath her underwear–just as she imagined she could guide his hand. She shivered as she fantasized about his mouth running over her neck, along her ears, across her chest. She imagined her nipples hardening as he gently took them between his lips.
Kelsie dreamed of what it would be like to please him with her mouth, something she had never done to a boy before. How his perfect face would strain with pleasure as she ran her tongue along his enormous shaft, staring into his eyes with a courage she knew she didn’t possess in real life. She imagined controlling him with her own gaze, kissing him as she pumped him with her hand again and again, feeling his chest heave violently until he lost control.
Finally, Kelsie allowed herself to imagine straddling him–not his body, but his mouth, gyrating desperately atop him as he punished her with his tongue for daring to want him so badly…until, both in her dreams and in real life beneath her covers, she was overcome with ecstasy. Kelsie would writhe in silent pleasure as she massaged her climaxing clit…the clit that, along with the rest of her body, she wanted to belong to him.
Above and beyond everything that was happening on campus–both inside and outside of Kelsie’s room–one event loomed.
Rush Week.
Perion was a heavily Greek university, and soon, seemingly every freshman girl was making her way through the gorgeous buildings on Sorority Row. The girls were all looking for a social “home” and the right set of friends, but all of the girls were extremely aware of the prominent pecking order amongst the houses. Right at the top, of course, was the Pi Shop. And beneath all of the window-dressing regarding “sociability” and “style”, the obvious fact was that getting into Pi Pi Pi went hand-in-hand with being stunningly attractive.
As Kelsie, arm-in-arm with Alexia, made her way from house to house, any confidence she might have gained from her public exchange with Chris Weathers quickly evaporated. She had never been more conscious of her small-town roots, and the internet tutorials she had studied could only take her so far. She felt shy, closed-off. She was the girl who stood around while her chatty friend engaged everyone else–even as, Kelsie realized, she didn’t see many girls of Alexia’s “shape” or “complexion” at the elite houses. If Alexia herself noticed this, she didn’t say so.
But then again, Alexia had her team to fall back on socially. Kelsie had no one but Alexia. Getting into a top house was Kelsie’s dream. Without that, she had difficulty envisioning how she could ever function socially at Perion. Unfortunately, with each house they visited, Kelsie became more and more convinced that she wouldn’t find a fit.
Until, improbably, the two girls proceeded between the golden doors of the most desirable house of all.
Kelsie had tried to prevent Alexia from even entering the Pi Shop. But Alexia had insisted. Soon, the two girls were amidst what, to Kelsie, was a forest of beauty. How could this many girls have such incredible bodies, perfect faces, and dead-eye fashion sense? How could they all be so tall?
Alexia, as usual, was undeterred. But Kelsie had zero doubt that this was a waste of her time. Soon, even Alexia seemed to gather–from the forced responses to her enthusiasm to the total lack of communication between a single Pi Pi Pi sister and Kelsie–that this might not be the place for them. The two girls were just about to pivot for the door when a voice stopped them.
“Wait! You two! Where are you going?”
The two girls turned. To their shock, the prettiest, most popular member of the prettiest, most popular sorority was making her way straight toward them.
“Hi, I’m Cooper.” Cooper Deering’s shimmering black cocktail dress looked expensive, custom-tailored…although anything would look good on this girl, Kelsie knew. She suddenly felt very conscious of her own modest light-blue slip dress–the only “formal” dress she owned. (Alexia was wearing a tight, short, black dress with an exotic pink floral print that Kelsie thought looked fantastically sexy, though she doubted the girls in this house agreed).
“Hi! I’m Alexia! This is Kelsie!”
Deering didn’t so much as glance toward Alexia. Instead, she locked eyes on Kelsie–it was almost the exact same stare she had fixed upon Kelsie from the sideline after the football game. After a second, though, Deering’s luscious red lips broke into an even smile.
“Why would YOU be leaving, Kelsie? You’re the hot thing on campus! We all saw your little exchange with Chris Weathers!”
Kelsie stared down at the floor, red-faced yet again. Deering continued anyway. She leaned toward the two girls in an almost conspiratorial tone.
“Honestly? I’ve been waiting for you to show up. The rest of the freshman girls this year are, frankly, a little…lacking.”
Deering glanced side-to-side theatrically. “Look…I’m not supposed to say this, but…we’ve pretty much already decided who all of our new pledges are going to be. The REAL party is later tonight. Much later. Everyone who is actually getting in has already been invited back. You two need to return here, tonight, at 2 AM. Sharp.”
Deering pulled back expectantly. Her expression indicated that “No” couldn’t possibly be a reasonable response to this command. She was right.
Could this really be happening? Kelsie was overjoyed. She could tell that Alexia was ecstatic as well–although clearly more for Kelsie than for herself.
In a daze, the two friends returned to Howard Hall. They had hours to kill, and they didn’t really know how to spend the time. It didn’t seem to make much sense to continue to visit any of the other houses–what even were the other houses to them at this point? This was Pi Pi Pi. This very night could chart the next four years of their lives in the best possible way!
In their dorm room, an eternity seemed to pass. Neither girl dared to change out of the dress she had on: They hadn’t specifically been instructed to do so…and what if they changed into something else…and it was the wrong choice? Better to not risk it. Every few minutes, the roommates would boil over with excitement at the opportunity ahead of them…only to quickly rein themselves back in. Nothing was settled yet. Even Kelsie’s talkative bestie knew not to jinx this.
At long last, the moment arrived, and the girls set out again. The campus was still alive, with students traveling to and from various parties, but overall it was much quieter. Sorority row, in particular, was not nearly the wall-to-wall mob it had been earlier that night. This seemed especially true, oddly enough, in front of Pi Pi Pi. No one else was waiting to get in the front door. In fact, other than Kelsie and Alexia, no one else seemed to even be headed toward the house.
“Oh my God,” Kelsie trembled. “Are we LATE?”
Alexia shook her head, but this time, she didn’t say anything. Still, Kelsie was glad that Alexia was here: There was no earthly way that she would have walked up to this house, by herself, at two in the morning, and knocked on the door. The caramel goddess next to her didn’t hesitate for a second.
Kelsie didn’t know what she had expected…but the door swung open the second that Alexia knocked. Behind it was a Pi Shop sister who Kelsie knew she had met earlier, though she couldn’t remember her name. This girl was blond, probably 5’8”, with perfectly placed curls that dropped nearly to her waist. Beauty-Queen hair. In fact, this girl looked like a beauty queen, right down to the form-hugging, floor-length golden dress that clung to her luscious body. All that was missing was the sash.
“Hi, I’m Tracey,” the girl announced. Her tone was polite, she presented herself with a smile…and yet, nothing about this greeting felt exactly warm to Kelsie. Beyond Tracey, the rest of the house appeared…empty?
Where was everyone?
“Follow me.” Tracey turned, and now Kelsie was watching Tracey’s shapely butt dance back and forth with catwalk precision as the Pi Shop sister led them deeper into the house. Kelsie slowly realized that they seemed to be making their way beyond the more well-traveled spots in the building and into a space that, she realized, was the expansive house kitchen. Tracey walked to a nondescript door in the corner of the room and pulled it open. Beyond the door, a dimly lit staircase led downward. Tracey gestured toward the stairs.
“Down you go.”
With just a touch of trepidation, Kelsie followed Alexia downward. This all felt very…strange. It was thus a relief when Kelsie quickly spotted many of the women they had met earlier that evening. The Pi Pi Pi sisters were clustered in the middle of what Kelsie figured had to be the nicest basement in the world that could still qualify as “unfinished.” The whole space, which had to stretch beneath much of the house itself, was practically barren, yet spotlessly clean. A few wooden chairs lined the wall.
In the center of the basement was a large, circular, burgundy rug on which the Pi Shop sisters seemed almost strategically placed. Tracey stepped across to take her place behind the figure who was standing, expectantly, right at the head of the group: Cooper Deering.
“I’m so glad you two could make it,” Deering announced in an unreadable tone.
Kelsie was somewhat relieved to see that each of the Pi Pi Pi sisters appeared to be wearing the same glamorous dress that she had been wearing earlier–Kelsie and Alexia at least hadn’t screwed that part up. But still, something felt off. There were only about 15 girls here, all of whom Kelsie was pretty sure had been sisters for several years.
There were zero other potential pledges in this basement.
Cooper Deering strode forward, raised her perfect arms, took each girl by the hand, and walked them forward onto the carpet. The other sisters fanned out, and soon Kelsie and Alexia were surrounded. Deering lowered the roommates’ hands and took a step back.
“Ladies,” she began, “I have to admit: I wasn’t completely forthright with you earlier.”
Kelsie and Alexia exchanged a quick glance.
“To be clear,” Deering continued, “When I said that we have already basically selected all of our new pledges, that WAS true. I mean, let’s be honest…we did that months ago. We do our homework here at Pi Pi Pi…”
Deering paused dramatically. “But then, that brings me to you two.”
“I mean, if we can all be honest with each other for a moment,” Deering continued, “Neither of you exactly look like traditional Pi Pi Pi material. Don’t get me wrong! I’m not saying that you’re both not very pretty girls. But I think it’s clear that, well, we cultivate a certain standard of sisterhood here.”
Deering turned to specifically address Kelsie…and here, again, was the stare from the football game.
“And yet,” Deering intoned smoothly, “Clearly you have something special. Clearly you have something that is turning heads at Perion. Something that the very best at our university are drawn to.”
Now Deering was slowly turning to leave the carpeted circle. As she walked, though, she never took her eyes off of Kelsie. Deering stepped over to one of the wooden chairs, lifted it, and returned to deposit the chair in the middle of the carpet.
“Now,” she commanded, “You must both close your eyes. Don’t open them until I tell you.”
Kelsie and Alexia did as they were told. Kelsie could detect the sound of movement in the room, but she didn’t dare peek. Finally, Deering’s voice echoed again across the basement.
“Open your eyes.”
Kelsie and Alexia now beheld a shrouded figure sitting on the wooden chair before them. There was clearly a person in the chair, but a person who was completely covered in black satin fabric, as if they were wearing a judge’s robe that extended upward to cover their entire head as well.
What was happening here?
Deering’s lips now curved into a sultry smile.
“If I had to sum up Pi Pi Pi in a single word,” she proceeded, “That word would be desire. Every man on this campus desires us. We are what they think about every moment that they are here at Perion. We are what they will remember long after they have graduated. As anyone can see, every sister on this carpet tonight embodies this very standard.”
Cooper slowly walked forward toward Kelsie until her emerald eyes were mere inches from Kelsie’s own sapphire lenses.
“Do you embody this standard?”
Kelsie didn’t know how to respond. She couldn’t even think of how to begin to respond.
Deering’s eyes twinkled expectantly. Without waiting for an answer from Kelsie, she strode over to Alexia.
“How about you? Do you embody this standard? The standard of desire?”
Alexia, in Kelsie’s mind, fit the standard of desire perfectly. But now, Alexia was looking toward Kelsie with a mixture of puzzlement and forced confidence. It was a look that said, I don’t know where this is going, but I’m not going to mess this up for you, Kelsie.
“Yes,” Alexia intoned firmly. “Absolutely I do.”
Deering’s grin widened.
“Well then,” she replied. “Prove it.”
Deering strode over to the robed figure on the chair. She lowered her hand between the legs of what Kelsie now clearly understood was a male body. Deering delicately ran her fingers back and forth across the black satin cloth. Beneath the fabric, a shape stirred.
“That’s it…” Deering whispered into the unseen ear of the shape in the chair. “That’s a good boy. Just relax. Just take this gentle impact of my fingers…just feel them barely touching you…just focus on every soft caress…”
Kelsie could already hear deliberate, full breaths from beneath the robe.
After a minute of teasing strokes against the fabric, Deering slowly slid her fingers upward, to a strip of velcro just above. She tugged downward firmly on the strip, and a flap opened in the crotch of the robe…to release a massive, throbbing penis.
By this point, Kelsie had expected as much…but she hadn’t been prepared for nearly how large this penis was. She had never seen an organ like this before, and she could infer, with a sideways glance, that even Alexia had never seen one so big. The enormous shaft was already pulsating from Deering’s caresses. It almost seemed to be searching in the empty space of the room, desperately, for more stimulation.
Deering now stood up and turned to Alexia.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded. “I want to see you pleasure this dick. I want to see you control it. I want to see you fill it with desire.”
Alexia’s eyes widened…but not nearly as much as Kelsie’s did. The shy, pale girl turned red with terror. Deering, this time without a glance in Kelsie’s direction, quickly provided an addendum.
“Not you,” she said, pointing toward Kelsie.
Deering’s eyes never left Alexia. “Only you.”
Kelsie could detect the faintest bit of relief dance across Alexia’s face. Kelsie could suddenly glimpse the way that this was going to play out.
Alexia, as she had done every day so far at Perion, would stand up for the both of them.
Alexia slowly leaned down and unclasped her black strap heels. She slid her hands down along her floral dress and worked the fabric back and forth up her body, unveiling, inch-by-inch, the beguiling curves that Kelsie was by now so familiar with. Alexia reached back to unclasp her black bra, releasing the dark, untamable breasts that contrasted so powerfully with the other bodies in this room. The athletic beauty let her thong fall quietly to the floor. Alexia’s vivacious sexuality was now on full display to all…except the figure in the chair.
“Very good,” Deering murmured. She circled back behind the robed figure, draping each of her arms down the man’s chest while lowering her mouth next to his ears. “Now, approach. I want to see your skills with this dick. I want to see just how much desire you can provoke.”
Alexia silently did as she was told. She treaded softly across the carpet, clearly determined to do her very best. Alexia, Kelsie knew, could confidently handle what was now being asked of her.
Alexia set her eyes on the huge penis, which seemed, with each quiver, to be anticipating her approach. She leaned forward and let her breasts descend toward it. She began to ever-so-gently slide each nipple back and forth across the head of the dick. The figure let out a low moan.
“Shhhh…” Deering whispered, running her hands across the figure’s chest. “You need to be quiet…”
Alexia continued to caress the tip of the penis with her breasts for another moment. Then she leaned forward further, letting each breast fall to one side of the shimmering dick. Alexia reached up her hands and pushed her breasts together, engulfing the penis in her flesh.
“Oh…God…” the figure whispered.
“Shhhhhh,” Deering intoned again.
Alexia began to slowly pump the penis up and down between her breasts. She started to whisper to the figure in the chair.
“Is this what you want, baby? Do you want these tits to choke your cock like this? Is this the punishment that your dick needs?”
The figure began to squirm in the chair. Kelsie saw that some pre-cum was beginning to emerge from the head of the tormented penis. Deering quickly raised a hand.
“Oh my, slow down! We don’t want to end our poor friend’s fun so quickly! Stand up and turn around.”
Alexia dutifully did as she was told.
“Now,” Deering commanded. “Let’s see you make him desire that ass of yours.”
Alexia slowly reversed toward the figure. As Alexia’s overwhelming backside pressed his shaft backward against his concealed pelvis, Deering made sure that there was no doubt in the mind of the shrouded man in the chair.
“Oh my God,” she purred into his ear, “I’ve never seen an ass like this. Look at the way it absolutely envelops your cock. But you need to relax…just relax…just feel this incredible ass slide up and down and serve you. Don’t worry, it will all be over soon…”
Alexia began to grind against the dick with the seasoned lapdance skills that Kelsie knew had made a select handful of boys unbelievably lucky in the past. Alexia knew just how much pressure to provide, how to bounce against the dick in a way that made the figure moan and shake without pushing him all the way over the edge. It would all, truthfully, have been incredibly stimulating for Kelsie to watch…were she not ever-conscious of the throng of expectant Pi Pi Pi sisters who bore witness, almost robotically, as Alexia dominated this massive penis beneath her butt in the center of the room.
Finally, Deering softly called to Alexia again.
“That’s enough. Now, turn and kneel before him.”
As Alexia pivoted, Deering’s eyes rose to meet Kelsie’s again.
“Come here. Kneel next to your friend.”
Still in her blue dress and heels, Kelsie meekly stepped across the room. Deering pointed her to a spot on the ground just to the left of the figure.
“Put your hands on his thigh,” Deering directed. “Gently rub it up and down. This has been so hard for him, controlling himself like this! Show him with your hands that it’s all OK.”
Kelsie ventured forward with her hands and pressed them against the fabric. She was shocked as her fingers encountered a powerful, muscular thigh…though she realized that, given the size of the quaking penis next to her, she shouldn’t have been surprised. As Kelsie began to softly work her fingers up and down the leg, Deering called to Alexia again.
“Now…I want you to take him in your mouth.”
The figure let out a groan of anticipation. Alexia nodded slowly, then leaned forward and produced her tongue from between her lips. She began to swirl it around the head of the penis until the shaft was dancing back and forth, aching for more stimulation. Finally, Alexia leaned farther forward and embraced the dick with her mouth.
The shaft was so long that Alexia could only push her lips halfway along it. But the boisterous athlete went as far as she possibly could, until Kelsie could hear the gentle gag of Alexia’s tonsils against the head of the cock. Again and again, Alexia took as much as she could, occasionally pausing to catch her breath. With each motion, the figure in the chair rocked and strained against her mouth, searching in vain for that final release.
At least, Deering gave the command.
“Finish him in your mouth. Swallow him.”
Kelsie watched as Alexia reached up her right hand to the base of the penis, grabbed it firmly, and began to stroke it end-to-end. As she did so, she danced her tongue back and forth across the head of the penis. The figure let loose a series of deep moans as his wanting length finally gained the full stimulation it had been searching for. Kelsie continued to supportively slide her fingers up and down the massive thigh as her friend pushed the man closer and closer to completion.
Now, Deering’s hand slid up from the heaving chest of the figure to his shrouded head. As Alexia’s tongue and hand pushed the man to the very brink, Deering pulled away the shroud.
Kelsie nearly passed out.
Sitting in the chair, his kind features deep in the throws of absolute passion, was Chris Weathers.
As the color drained from Kelsie’s face, Alexia’s eyes widened with shock, and she recoiled from Weathers’ penis immediately. Chris looked equally stunned and dismayed. In a single split-second, all of them had realized the same thing: Alexia had spent the past 10 minutes deliberately, masterfully, pleasuring the dick of her best friend’s crush.
It was equally clear, however, that none of the other individuals in the room were in any way surprised, least of all Cooper Deering, who leaned back down to Weathers and began to whisper in his ear.
“Don’t worry, Chris,” she mouthed. “This is what they want. You just have to give it to them.”
Deering’s eyes turned to Alexia.
“You have to finish him, Alexia. This is the only chance that you will get. This is the only chance that you will both get.”
Alexia’s panicked eyes shifted to Kelsie’s. Alexia was effectively trapped. How could she coax Chris Weathers–the object of her bestie’s every waking thought–across the absolute apex of pleasure with Kelsie sitting right here?
But at the same time, how could Alexia be the one to deny Kelsie the Pi Shop dreams that might be only moments away?
For the briefest of moments, Alexia desperately searched Kelsie’s expression for something, even the tiniest bit of guidance. But Kelsie, deep in shock, was completely frozen. Alexia was on her own to make the gravest of decisions. A second later, she made it.
Alexia began, once again, to run her tongue across the head of Weathers’ penis.
“Oh God…no…” Weathers moaned, but he couldn’t fight back. Alexia, sadly, had already done her job too well. For minute after minute, Chris had been pushed toward the very limits of physical pleasure. His body would not let him turn back now.
As Alexia drove Chris onwards, the enormous figure’s blue eyes locked on Kelsie’s. His expression was a torrid mix of piercing emotional regret and intense physical ecstasy.
Deep beneath her own anguish, Kelsie found herself feeling as she had felt on the day that she had first met him: she just wanted Chris to be okay. She subconsciously continued to glide her fingers up and down his thigh.
Even as Alexia had returned to pleasuring Chris, her eyes had continued to ask pleadingly, wantingly, of Kelsie’s. Deering would not tolerate this.
“Look at Chris, Alexia,” Deering commanded.
“Bring him over the edge of desire.”
At last, Alexia shifted her gaze up toward Chris. This, Kelsie knew in her bones, was the end: The confident look of her curvaceous Latina friend was simply too sexy. Chris fought Alexia’s upward focus for as long as he could, but at last, he locked eyes with her.
Chris’ body began to heave in anticipation. Kelsie cast her eyes downward in dismay.
Deering, clearly loving the entire exchange, began to once again whisper in Chris’ ear.
“Oh my God…can you hold out, Chris? Can your massive cock hold out, with that long tongue tasting every drop of your pre-cum? After that ass and those breasts tortured your poor, giant dick for so long? Be a good boy. Don't give Alexia that overwhelming, hot release…”
The pre-cum was now, indeed, spilling across Alexia’s tongue with every pump. Chris was moments away.
Deering glanced devilishly down toward Kelsie a final time, then pivoted to Alexia.
“Tell him what you want. I want to hear you say it.”
Alexia sighed, but she never took her eyes off of Chris. She took a final breath.
“I want you to cum in my mouth.”
Chris let out the greatest moan of tormented pleasure that Kelsie had ever heard. He exploded so forcefully and so suddenly that the first volume cascaded across Alexia’s lips and down her cheek. Quickly, Alexia engulfed his head with her lips and took his orgasm. With stroke after determined stroke of her hand, she swallowed wave after wave.
Kelsie found herself looking upward at Chris as his eyes rolled backward and his body violently gyrated again and again against Alexia’s waiting throat. To Kelsie, it seemed as if this massive dick, which she had dreamed of for so long, would never stop pulsing between her friend’s lips.
At last, it was over. Chris, fully spent, was now overcome with the regret that his own penis had been keeping at bay. His eyes drifted tragically down toward Kelsie.
“I’m so sorry…” he offered helplessly.
Though she had never stopped caressing his thigh, Kelsie couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze.
Deering reached to the floor and grabbed the black satin hood that had covered Chris’ head moments earlier. She tossed it distractedly to a shaken Alexia, who, as she wiped Chris’ seed from her cheek, seemed to only now be processing the weight of what she had done. The curvy flag football player rose with a start and rushed over to her dress. She hastily pulled the fabric back down over her body, then grabbed her bra, underwear, and heels.
Cooper Deering clapped her hands together.
“Excellent work, Alexia! That was an A+ for effort! We will be in touch.”
Alexia staggered back over to Kelsie and lifted her off the ground, though she could look neither Kelsie nor Chris in the eye. She pulled Kelsie–who hadn’t uttered a sound in ages–back toward the stairs. As the shaken friends retreated, Deering called to them once more.
“Oh, and, girls? While we’re working toward our final decision, why don’t we keep this all between us? Alexia, no one needs to know that you did all of…THIS…to the boy that your best friend had a crush on. That you would EVER do something like that to Kelsie. We would never spread such a secret. This is the bond of sisterhood. We will keep those secrets down in this room.”
Deering paused for effect.
“But it’s probably best for everyone if you two just stay away from Chris from now on. It would obviously be so awkward between all three of you anyway, right? Why would you even WANT to talk with him? I feel like that would only somehow risk all of…THIS…getting out, you know?”
Kelsie couldn’t bring herself to even look back at Deering, let alone respond. Somehow, she and Alexia put one foot in front of the other and climbed the stairs. They stumbled out the front doors of Pi Shop and out into the quiet, still campus.
As the two forced themselves back toward Howard Hall, Alexia dared to speak.
“Kelsie. I, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I, I should never have…”
Kelsie’s voice finally returned to her.
“Alexia, it wasn’t your fault, ” she whispered softly. “I know you were only trying to help…”
“NO, DAMN IT!” Alexia interrupted with desperation. “I was so STUPID! How could I have DONE THAT?! All for a stupid HOUSE?! All for PI SHOP?! Why would I EVER have–”
“--because you were trying to help me,” Kelsie interjected. “You were trying to do what was right for me, like you’ve always done. You didn’t do this. Chris didn’t do this, either. He had no way of knowing it was us until the very end. He might not have even known what he was in for until you st–” Kelsie caught herself. “Until it started happening.”
Alexia didn’t know how to respond. The two continued on in silence for a few moments, Kelsie in her heels, Alexia in her bare feet. Kelsie offered up a resigned sigh.
“It just wasn’t meant to be, Alexia. It was all so stupid to begin with. Me? This place? I barely belong at Perion, let alone in Pi Pi Pi. And to think that someone like ME could ever be with someone like CHRIS? I’m such a complete fool. This is what I deserve.”
Alexia forcefully ground to a halt. She grabbed Kelsie by the arm and practically shouted her response.
“NO!!” she cried, her voice bouncing off of the walls of the brick buildings that surrounded the girls. “You deserve EVERYTHING! You are the KINDEST, SWEETEST GIRL I HAVE EVER MET. I can not BELIEVE that I, ALEXIA, allowed this to ever happen to you!!”
Kelsie moved to protest, but Alexia wasn’t having any of it. She turned to face Kelsie. The shy girl from the tiny town found herself staring down the most determined, resolute stare she had ever seen from the most determined, resolute girl she had ever met.
“On my LIFE,” Alexia pledged, “I will promise you two things, Kelsie.”
Alexia’s brown eyes fired, piercing deep into her friend’s soul.
“I am going to get you and Chris Weathers together.”
“And, so help me God, I am going to make Cooper Deering PAY FOR THIS.”
