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in the air. “Half those girls give blowjobs for a living, and they think my set-in-stone DJ call is stupid?”
    “Not me,” Allison said on the verge of tears. “The chapter head did, so we just changed it up for the night. Just one night. I’m sorry.”
    I shook my head, which was now fringed with soft curls. “Who’s the chapter head? Hitler?”
    “No, worse.” She shuddered under her baby-pink slip dress. “It’s Katharine DeSonna.”
    Sinking down on her bed, Allison ran her fingers along the pearls. “She hates me. She’s terrible to me.” She looked up at me with those pitiful blue eyes. “I’m sorry, Syd. I really am.”
    I gently patted her on the shoulder. “It’s fine, Allison. I’ll do you proud.”
    This is just one night, right? I can do this.
    “Baby girl got this.” Baby girl? Note to self, no more Real Housewives of Atlanta marathons. “What’s my name, then?”
    She wiped her eyes and smiled. “You’re DJ Lesbos.”
    If I had a mouth full of acid, she’d be Two-Face from Batman. “What the hell?”
    She shrugged her tiny shoulders. “It’s Greek Island themed. If it makes you feel better, I’m pledge Mykonos.”
    “No, Allison,” I chastised, hands on hips to exaggerate my annoyance. “That does not make me feel better.”

     
    O peration Do My Job and Get the Hell out of Dodge was in full effect. The Kappa Delta sorority house was a massive brick colonial with impressive landscaping and a suffocating air of snootiness. We were in their basement recreation room. As expected, tacky Greek columns plunged down from the ceilings, surrounding the room like a cage—I was a caged animal.
    Fortunately, my table was in the corner, black tablecloth, and they’d sprung for decent amplifiers. After setting up my gear, I started a slow, steady beat. Just one track to invite the crowd inside. I felt like an old pervert at a middle school dance, watching the tweens roll into the room. Most of them were already drunk, so that helped.
    Before I got into the groove, my phone buzzed across the table.
    Unknown : Hey
    Syd : Who is this?
    Unknown : Oh, sorry. It’s Nick, from work.
    Yes, Nick from work, I know who you are. My pulse rose just typing the next text.
    Syd : Is tomorrow canceled or something?
    Nick (I’d just programmed him in my phone… in gold): No, just seeing what you’re up to.
    Syd : I’m in Hades right now.
    Nick : Hades?
    Syd : Greek hell. Literally, I’m on Greek row, doing a gig.
    Nick : Oh. Hope you don’t mind I swiped your number off the employee roster.
    I’d made it on the SpaceRoom employee roster? That was better than honor roll. I wanted a bumper sticker for my mom’s car: My Sinister made honor roll at the SpaceRoom.
    Syd : God no. It’s fine.
    I was about to give him my social security number at this point.
    Nick : Are they accepting visitors?
    I looked up at the snooty crew growing across the room.
    Syd : Probably not. But they are accepting roadies *wink-wink*
    Nick : Okay, where?
    After typing out the location details, I was pretty close to being on cloud nine. No sooner had I whipped them out, when a tall brunette with a self-satisfied smile entered the room. She screamed bitch, which also meant she was Katharine DeSonna. She was disgustingly thin. A draft from a door shutting across campus could’ve blown her over. Her long, dark hair fell in loose curls down her shoulders, and her iridescent-blue eyes made my brown ones feel like pebbles of dung slapped into sockets. If there were ever a girl to make you feel like crap just by breathing the same air, it was this one.
    She was followed by eleven meek girls, Allison included, with heads hung low. It pained me to see this. Allison was a sweet girl, maybe not the brightest, but she didn’t deserve to be treated like trash. I thought about the million ways I could fuck Katharine over tonight, but Allison’s pleading eyes infiltrated my brain.
    Do this for Allison. That was my new mantra.
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