I narrow my eyes, refusing to surrender, because regardless of what he thinks I look like, I am not some weak little girl.
I am a survivor. And he will not intimidate me with a fucking glare.
“Okay, guys. See you Tuesday.” Professor Bowman dismisses us, and glarey asshole looks away first—victory!—grabs his notebook, and pushes his way down the aisle, students scampering out of his path as he moves. Yeah, he has that kind of presence.
I’m done wasting my time on him, so I approach Bowman to ask her about volunteer hours. She offers to meet me tomorrow morning, which is perfect since I don’t have a class until noon.
Glarey stranger is gone when I leave the room, much to my relief, and I head to my last class of the day wondering if there’s any way of getting out of the BEG party tonight. But considering how adamant David seemed this morning, he would probably show up at my dorm and drag me there by my hair.
I blush at the prospect. It doesn’t sound all that terrible.
Chapter Two
David
“Tonight will be mostly upperclassmen, but a few brothers mentioned they invited some exceptionally hot freshmen, so go easy, please. These girls don’t need to be traumatized their first week on campus, and definitely not at our house,” Steven Bogart, our fraternity’s president, announces about tonight’s party. “Last thing we need is to blacken our rep even more.”
“Wait. Fresh girls are off limits? Even for us?” Rectum Ralph asks. Most of the pledges are freshmen, and he’s obviously not happy at the thought of being limited to older girls who aren’t likely to give him the time of day. Or so he assumes. Clearly he has yet to learn what it means to be in BEG, even if only as a pledge.
But he will. Probably tonight, for that matter. Hell, I bagged a junior at my first frat party. I’d been on campus all of four days.
“No one’s off limits,” I correct him for Bogart. “But I wouldn’t recommend trying to move in on another brother’s territory, and since any freshmen here tonight would have been invited by someone…”
“Got it. Me and my hand tonight,” Rectum grumbles.
There’s a chorus of laughter and some name calling.
“Brother March, I move to revoke Rectum’s pledge bid and toss him the fuck out of BEG!” Trevor calls out, but his eyes glint with humor and his smirk tells me he’s just busting the pledge’s balls—one of our favorite pastimes. Hey, we’ve all been there.
“Violation?” I ask, playing along, suppressing my chuckle as Rectum’s eyes go wide as flying fucking saucers.
“Quoting fucking Pink.”
The room fills with another round of laughter, as well as Rectum’s palpable relief as he realizes he’s just being fucked with. Yeah, no one wants to get tossed from BEG. They’re all still counting their lucky fucking stars they even got tapped in the first place.
“Noted. We’ll put it up for a vote at the next meeting.” More laughter. “Anyway, to answer your question, Rectum, since you’re still technically a pledge—for now—you’ll learn sooner than later that every chick on campus wants a Beta. You don’t need to stick to freshmen,” Bogart explains.
“Beta Epsilon Gamma, makes all the bitches B-E-G!” A random brother jokingly chants a well-known phrase about our frat—if not one I’m particularly proud of.
“Sweet,” Rectum exclaims.
Yeah. Sweet, in-fucking-deed. He has no idea, but he will.
Rex assigns the pledges their duties and instructions for setup tonight, as Reeve—who’s probably my closest friend here at RRU, and definitely in BEG—sucks down his second beer, openly bored as fuck. He rarely bothers to emerge from his basement bedroom to discuss things like pledge duties or chapter meetings, so no one takes his disinterest personally.
But before Bogart dismisses the pledges, I add one more thing—the most important.
“There will be one freshman girl here tonight who is off limits. My boy’s kid sister, Beth Caplan. She’s fucking family and she is not to be fucked with, under any circumstances. If you see anyone even thinking about fucking with her, you intervene, and you send someone to inform me, immediately and in that order,” I command.
“How do we know who she is?” Dicknose asks, looking a little anxious.
“Easy,” I reply. “When the girl who looks like a fucking angel walks through that door, and every head turns her way and every dick turns to stone—that’s Beth. But remember. Off. Fucking. Limits. She’s the Hope fucking diamond. Stunning, too good for any of you, and she carries the curse of death for anyone who tries to get their nasty, unworthy paws on her.” I mean every word. “We fucking clear?”
Chapter Three
Beth
There are throngs of people outside of the frat house, a small crowd slowly but surely funneling its way up the walkway and into the party David finally convinced me to come to.
