a few cool things at our rush, know this, little sistah, I did not vote for you. So know there is no love between us,â Torian said as she held her hand out, waiting for me to place the envelope in it.
Not needing her to emphasize anything with me, I said, âSure, Torian.â
âNo, no, you address me as Big Sister Torian Handle That, okay?â
âIâm sorry, Big Sister Torian Handle That.â
âMuch better. And also, letâs be clear. Al Dutch and I go out. So you and he can never be caught together again. I know he likes many girls, but Iâll make him see Iâm the one. And until he does, I donât want my little pledgee getting in the way of my happiness.â
She was trying to explain how she had changed her mind about Al Dutch, but I couldnât hear anything but that foolâs name. I wanted to scream out, âRun as far away from him as you possibly can. Trust me, heâs no good. Your first instinct was right.â But she mistook the perplexed glare I gave her to be one of jealousy.
âYou donât have a choice. Iâm your Big Sister here, so you do what I say. Heâs going to be my man, and youâre going to leave him alone.â
âMay I speak, Big Sister Torian Handle That?â I said to her. âHereâs my money. And I donât want you to take this the wrong way or anything, but youâre way too good for Al Dutch.â
Thinking back to the pain that chump had put me through, my chest started rising, and it was hard for me to breathe. Clearly, she could tell something was wrong and that I was uncomfortable.
She touched my back and said, âAre you okay?â
âJust thinking about my time with him. Iâm not okay. Just donât.â
âWhat happened?â Torian questioned. âI donât understand.â
âJust donât... .â I hung my head because I could say no more. She dismissed me, and I got back in my car and drove away, hoping she had gotten the message. However, I could not stress out like that again. She was a big girl, and she was warned.
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Forty of us had made line, the largest line in the past ten years for the Alpha chapter. I knew it was hard to get along with one black female, but being connected to thirty-nine of them was going to be much more drama. Sam didnât even ask me if it was okay with me to hold a meeting at our placeâshe just volunteered us. She started tidying up and making popcorn, and, like clockwork, they all showed up at seven PM on the dot.
Cheryl, Samâs crazy friend, was there. She was an okay-looking girlâabout 5â6â with shoulder-length jet-black hair, and I noticed she had a cute smile, despite her yellow teeth. Her beauty was average, but she had really hard angles, like she was in the army or something. I confirmed my thoughts when her smile quickly changed to a tight pout and she opened her mouth to speak.
âWe donât want to be paper, you guys. We want to do this thing right. All we got to do is get in the car and be with the other lines getting hazed. I heard that they are hazing a line at a school an hour away. We can go and meet up with them. If you got a test to study for, bring your materials with you. We need to be as well rounded as we can. Some of our Big Sisters may be there.â
âMan, we need to hurry up!â another one of Samâs friends shouted out.
âThatâs really what the meeting is about. Itâs time for us to come together so we can be as one,â Cheryl sort of demanded, motioning toward the door. âYâall ready? Letâs be out!â
Sam didnât seem to be surprised by any of this, but it was all new to me. Somebody was telling me we needed to come together and go let somebody bash our brains in, all so we wouldnât be paper? I wasnât going nowhere.
âSays who?â I yelled out.
I looked around. About half the crew had smiles