Satan's Sorority Girls -- Chapter 2

I thought I’d escaped the manic rush parties when I arrived at Jefferson Hall, but I was quickly mistaken when I heard the loud, obnoxious music playing from various rooms, and students’ excited cheering.

I imagined some of the students were taking advantage of the opportunity to party, even if they had no plans on joining a sorority or fraternity.

However, I was able to run up to my assigned room without anyone stopping me in the corridors, so that was something, at least.

And I had to admit, I’d lucked out with Jefferson Hall. I’d heard horror stories about sharing a communal bathroom with strangers on my floor, or just the sheer chaos that came with sharing kitchens, laundry rooms, and living areas. But with Jefferson Hall, every dorm room had an ensuite bathroom, and even though we had to share a kitchen, every bedroom came with a microwave and mini fridge, too.

In all honesty, I felt super lucky to have the setup I did.

I rarely entered the living room, or The Hatch as they called it here, and as long as I could chill in my room with Mo and Pippin, then I was quite happy.

The dorm room Mo and I were given was actually not that bad, either. It came with two twin beds which were elevated off the floor with storage underneath, two desks for both of us to work at, and a shelving unit where Mo kept his TV. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest room in the world, given that we both shared it, but I wasn’t one to complain about that.

Like with my tuition, I was just happy to have a bed and a roof over my head.

Pippin, my Syrian hamster, was the first one to greet me as I entered the room, and he had his tiny front paws against the glass of his aquarium, like he always did whenever I arrived home.

“Hey, little dude.” I smiled as I threw my bag onto my assigned bed. “No sign of Mo yet?”

Pippin stared at me with his black eyes for a brief second, and then he dropped back down into his bedding and wriggled underneath it. His blond fur camouflaged perfectly against the light coloring of his bedding, and I could only just make out the tuft of brown fur in between his pointed ears.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I snickered. “Mo probably got distracted in the grocery store. We both know what he’s like when he comes across limited edition Oreos.”

I knew Pippin couldn’t really understand a word I was saying, and he only seemed to react whenever I mentioned his favorite treats in front of him. But he and I had been best buddies in the six months I’d had him, and sometimes there was nothing better than letting out all my secrets to a dude like Pippin, especially with the comfort that he wasn’t going to tell anyone.

You know… because he was a damn hamster.

I might talk to a rodent, but I wasn’t full-on crazy.

And it’s actually soothing for animals to hear the various intonations of their owners’ voices. So don’t read too much into it.

“Do you want to have a run around?” I asked as I placed my hand into the tank and waited for Pippin to climb into my palm. “I have the strangest thing to tell you.”

Once Pippin was safely in my hand, I carried him over to my bed, and then I allowed him to scurry around while I cleaned the lenses on my glasses. Fortunately, Pippin was a pretty cautious hamster, so I didn’t have the fear that he was going to attempt to jump off the elevated bed, but I never left him alone unless he was in his tank, or in his ball on the floor.

“So, listen to this crazy shit,” I started as I spritzed my glasses cleaner onto the lenses. “I was on the path next to Jefferson Hall when a woman just straight-up jumped out of the bushes. We shared an innocent conversation, nothing too out of the ordinary. But then get this… Blood started pouring from her eyes.”

Pippin came to a halt and looked up at me like “what the fuck, bro?”

“Right?” I snorted. “I mean, I highly doubt it was real blood. She was probably taking part in some rush game. But it was really fucking strange, and when I asked her if she was okay, she just shrugged it off and wished me a good night. Like… that’s gotta be the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Pippin burrowed himself under my comforter until he was completely hidden.

“Yeah, I know,” I sighed. “I got the hell out of there quick, don’t worry.”

I smirked and shook my head at the little fluff ball.

Pippin and I stayed on the bed while I finished cleaning my glasses. I unpacked my bag and looked over my essay notes, and then I placed Pippin back in his home before I took a quick shower.

Like with the rest of the room, the bathroom was also pretty standard, but I could only imagine the mess if multiple people had to share the same place.

At least Mo and I both knew to put our clothes in our assigned laundry baskets, and we always hung up our towels after we used them. So even though the bathroom wasn’t the cleanest in the world, it was still better than it could have been.

“Grayson, you there?” a recognizable voice called out just as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’ll be two minutes.”

“Okay, good,” Mo said. “Because I treated myself to something in Target, and I treated us to something else, too…”

From the excitement in his voice, I already knew Mo had brought in some pizzas, or some sort of take out. He had a clear food addiction, and his excitement toward food was one of the things I liked about him. It meant I rarely had to go out in search of food at this time of night.

I finished up in the shower, rushed to dry myself off, and then I shoved on a clean outfit before I left the room.

The first thing I noticed was Mo peering into Pippin’s tank with half a blueberry clutched between two tanned fingers, and then I saw the two pizza boxes placed beside the TV.

“I knew you brought pizza,” I laughed as I ran a hand through my damp, curly hair.

“When do I not?” he chuckled.

Pippin happily accepted his fruity treat, and then he shoved it into his cheek as Mo and I opened up the pizzas. He’d picked my favorite, pepperoni with extra chili peppers, and Mo went for a Hawaiian pizza, because he was extremely patriotic, and he loved everything about the state he grew up in.

Mo bounced on to his bed with a mouth full of pizza, and then he motioned toward the Target bag he had beside him.

“You can thank my parents for this,” he mumbled as he brought a giant LEGO box out of the bag. “They wired me some money this morning, and they wanted me to spend it on something useful. So I went straight to the LEGO aisle.”

“Naturally,” I chuckled and shook my head.

All I saw was The Lord of the Rings on the front, so I knew it was going to be another model to go along with our ever-growing collection. Our mission was to have every scene laid out from beginning to end, so I hoped we could manage that before the end of the school year.

“I can just imagine your mom’s face if she sees this,” I chuckled.

“Mohala Kalua,” Mo impersonated his mother’s voice. “Your father and I wanted you to spend this on school supplies. Not more toys!”

“Maybe you should take that advice…” I paused for a second. “But then again, this is so much more fun.”

“And technically it is school supplies.” Mo flicked his short black hair away from his eyes. “Because these are supplies… Just not the sort they want me to buy. Then again, I know my sister saved up my parents’ school donations in order to buy a car, so it’s not like I’m the only one breaking the rules.”

I had been shocked when Mo first told me about his family. He had four brothers and two sisters, and they all grew up together in Honolulu, along with their parents, both sets of grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Apparently they were a typical Polynesian family who stayed together, so they were all stunned to hear that Mo wanted to move to frosty Maine to study architecture.

I’d never been to Hawaii, but I’d always wanted to go, so Mo said the two of us could travel over there during vacation. His family apparently “considered me family” already and wanted to fly me out with him, which genuinely blew my mind, but I appreciated how hospitable they were. It was probably going to be strange for me to witness such a large, loving family when I only grew up with my grandparents, but I was still excited to experience it.

Apparently I had half-siblings somewhere, and I heard that my dad had remarried after my mom had died when I was two, but I never spoke to him, so I had no idea who those siblings were, or if they even existed.

“You good, bro?” Mo asked as he curled another slice of pizza into his mouth.

I shook my head to remove those thoughts from my mind.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled.

Mo sent me a crooked smile, and then he adjusted his position on the bed and stretched his t-shirt over his gut as he located the TV remote.

“Don’t you wish we could skip rush week?” Mo asked as he searched through the movie options. “I don’t even want to go outside.”

“Yep,” I snickered. “It was like an episode of The Walking Dead out there.”

An image of the girl with blood pouring down her face appeared in my mind once again, but I brushed that to one side before I spiraled down that rabbit hole.

“What’s so special about frat houses anyway?” He frowned. “I saw some guys running around with buckets of water, but then others were dressed up like damn cheerleaders. And they have to take part in this just to get a room? Sure, they’re nice rooms, but at what cost? Nothing could be worth having to listen to gym bros compare protein powders all day…”

“I know, it makes no sense to me.” I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. “I also passed a group of girls who looked like they had been created in a lab. They were all identical. Super hot, but identical.”

“Let me guess.” Mo smirked. “They all wore vanilla perfume, too?”

“Oh, did you pass the same group?” I laughed.

“I think I passed about five groups who all matched that same description,” he chuckled. “Also, I have a feeling those girls can’t become sisters, or whatever they call each other, unless they come with certain… assets. Two, to be exact.”

Mo motioned toward his chest, and then he gave me a knowing look.

“Yeah, that’s definitely something I’ve noticed.” I nodded. “They love wearing tight t-shirts.”

“Psi Beta Mu!” Mo pretended to shake a pom pom in the air. “Psi Beta Mu!”

“You did pass that group, then,” I snickered.

“Best to stay focused straight ahead,” he chuckled through a mouthful of pizza. “Those girls are created to destroy the hopes and dreams of nerds like us, okay? They’re so unattainable, it’s a joke. And they know it, with shirts that tight…”

“Ahhh, so you’re saying that’s the perk of joining a frat house,” I said with mock surprise. “First class tickets to the sorority girls.”

“Bingo!” Mo raised a finger into the air.

Our joking came to an end as Mo found a movie for us to watch, and then we finished off the last of our pizzas as we made ourselves comfortable. I also did some work on my essay, too, but apart from that, we both had a relaxing evening.

The next morning, once I’d checked on Pippin’s food and water, Mo and I made our way toward campus, and we couldn’t help but notice the mess the residential streets were in as we passed the sorority and fraternity houses. The bed sheets were still attached to the front of the buildings, party streamers littered the lawns, and there were several empty beer kegs abandoned on their sides.

“Someone had a good night,” Mo whispered as we eyed up a girl zombie-staggering across the street in front of us.

“I feel sorry for her if she has a full day of classes to attend,” I snickered.

“I haven’t experienced a lot of hangovers in my life,” Mo said as he tore off a piece of his second breakfast bar. “However, I can imagine spending a full day in class is the last thing she wants right now.”

“I think you might be right.” I nodded.

Our conversation came to an end as we arrived on the main campus, but I was quick to notice something that hadn’t been there the day before.

Little yellow ribbons had been tied around every possible surface. They were tied around door handles, tree trunks, fences, and even the armrests of some of the wooden benches.

“What’s this all about?” Mo asked.

“I…” I halted as I noticed that someone had written on one of the ribbons. “‘Please come home, Chrissy.’”

“Who’s Chrissy?” Mo queried.

That was when it hit me, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t remembered the missing person case until now.

“Chrissy Fry,” I said as the case came back to me. “She was a student here, but she went missing last year, and no one’s seen her since. Police have followed leads, but they went cold soon after they received them, so no one has any idea what happened.”

“Shit,” Mo whispered.

“I listened to an episode about her shortly after she went missing,” I explained. “But I completely forgot she was from Hartry. It must be a year to the day since she was last seen, hence the yellow ribbons.”

Part of me wondered if I should listen to that episode again, or whether that would freak me out knowing that Chrissy went missing in the place I now called home.

“Let’s see…” Mo said as he looked at something on his phone. “Yeah, here we go. Chrissy Fry was last seen on Mason Street, and it has been exactly one year since she went missing. But why yellow ribbons? Was that her favorite color or something?”

“It’s sort of common for yellow ribbons to be used in honor of a missing person,” I told him. “It can indicate thoughts and prayers toward that missing person, with the hope they’ll return home safely.”

“Damn,” Mo muttered. “I hope she’s found.”

“Me, too,” I mumbled. “I remember hearing speculations, though. Something about someone else being involved? I mean, I think there’s suspicion that she didn’t just run away, but it’s impossible to know, I suppose.”

Mo frowned in thought.

“You know… If rush week fell on the same week last year, then maybe that had something to do with it?” he suggested.

“Yeah, maybe.” I nodded. “I suppose the police have gone through every piece of information with a fine-toothed comb. I just hope we’ll find out what really happened one day.”

Mo and I continued to discuss the strange disappearance of Chrissy Fry until we came to a halt outside the science building. I told him I’d see him at lunch, and Mo said he’d save our favorite table for us.

But as soon as biology started, I was almost immediately distracted by the ginger-haired beauty who sat on the other side of the room.

Again.

This had sort of become a long-term occurrence, honestly.

Robyn had her blue eyes focused on Professor Burton, and she studiously noted down every word he said.

Most of the students around me had their laptops open in front of them, but Robyn used a notebook. I wasn’t sure if she just preferred taking notes the old fashioned way, but just that one detail alone made the English Rose even more attractive.

Once biology was over, and we were free to leave, I packed everything away into my bag and gave Professor Burton a brief wave to thank him for the lesson.

“You’re Grayson, right?” a girl asked suddenly as I walked through the door.

For a second, I thought I’d imagined it.

I wasn’t exactly used to girls randomly talking to me, or evening knowing my name, so it took a second for me to realize I wasn’t hallucinating. I turned around to see a small, petite girl with blonde hair that stopped just below her ears.

“Uh, y-yeah,” I mumbled my response. “Hi.”

“I’m Fiona.” She smiled in a way that caused her green eyes to glisten, almost like they had the ability to sparkle. “We have biology together.”

I glanced at the biology door that was literally a foot away from us, and I nodded with some confusion.

I vaguely recalled noticing Fiona in class with me, and she was really cute, but to be fair, if I was going to focus on any random student in there at all, it would’ve been Robyn. So this was the first time I’d heard this girl’s name.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed you,” I said. “Did, uh… Did you enjoy the lesson?”

I didn’t quite know what to say, so that sounded like the best option.

“It was so good,” Fiona said. “Professor Burton really is the best.”

Fiona played with a black chain around her neck, but her blue t-shirt covered the majority of the necklace.

“So, where are you headed now?” she asked casually, and we started to walk down the corridor.

“Calculus with Professor Lackberg,” I replied. “What about you?”

“I have a–”

“Oh, Grayson!” A recognizable English accent broke into my surroundings, and my brain just about imploded.

I played it cool, though, as I turned around.

“Uhhh, hi Robyn.” I blinked at my crush. Robyn’s arrival only increased my confusion right now.

Was she actually talking to me?

What the actual fuck was going on? Had I accidentally put on some weird-ass pheromone deodorant or something?

Because in the span of fourteen hours, I’d now had three conversations with three different and admittedly gorgeous girls.

This was decidedly off-brand for me.

Robyn slipped her way in between me and Fiona, and then she turned and gave me the biggest smile.

“How are you?” Robyn asked. “Are you enjoying rush week?”

“Uhhh… I’m not really getting involved,” I cleared my throat. “But I suppose it’s kinda fun to watch everyone else run around dressed in various costumes. Soooo… that’s something?”

Robyn smiled but only nodded at this.

“Umm hello?” Fiona said as she moved around Robyn so she could stand on the other side of me. “We were talking.”

“Were you?” Robyn deadpanned. “I couldn’t tell. Seems pretty dark in the hallway.”

“Uhh…” I fumbled for a follow-up. “What about you, Fiona? Are you taking part in rush week?”

I noticed the smile on the pretty blonde’s face was completely gone. Now, Fiona was subtly glaring at Robyn.

And Robyn was glaring right back.

Ok. I added that to the growing list of weird shit going on lately.

“Actually, I’m an active sorority sister already,” Fiona said stiffly without taking her eyes off Robyn. “I guess I’ll see you later, Grayson.”

“O-Okay, bye…” I frowned.

Fiona huffed loudly and then stormed down the corridor without a second’s hesitation.

“I’m so sorry,” Robyn whispered as we left the science building. “I really shouldn’t have butted in on your conversation. Especially as you were in the middle of talking to… her.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” I smiled.

“But it was really rude of me.” She shook her head like she was disappointed in herself. “Anyway, uh… I, uh… H-Have a nice day!”

With that, Robyn ran off before I could even stop her.

I simply stood there in silence as I tried to work out what the hell had just happened.

Fiona hadn’t even looked in my direction until that moment, and I certainly didn’t think she knew my name. Also, that was the first time Robyn had said a single word to me, so I couldn’t work out what caused them both to come up to me in the first place, or why Fiona was clearly pissed that Robyn had butted in on the conversation.

Then there was the strange conversation with Julia, and how she just about knocked me to the ground when she leaped out from behind the bushes. Sure, it was probably some rush thing, but I clearly wasn’t getting involved in rush week, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to join a sorority.

Maybe the idea of the game was to freak out the first nerd you came across. In which case, Julia probably won that round.

Honestly, that’s probably what all of this was.

I would have been surprised if Julia ever spoke to me again, especially if I’d just somehow become the targeted nerd in this bullshit.

However, I quickly realized that might not be the case when I took my seat in calculus, and Julia instantly looked over and waved at me.

“Good morning, Grayson.” Julia smiled.

“Morning,” I replied.

Her multi-colored hair had been tied up in two high pigtails that fell down to her shoulders like a pair of curtains. She wore black overalls with white moons and stars all over them, and a pale pink cardigan fell loosely down her arms. Her eyes were heavily lined with black makeup, and her purple lipstick seemed to emphasize the silver lip ring.

Fortunately, Julia’s brown eyes weren’t bleeding this time, which made me even more convinced that it was just some prank.

Julia opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but Lackberg walked into the room, and Julia turned to give the professor her full attention.

Julia didn’t try to talk to me for the rest of class, nor were there any music incidents, either. Then, before I knew it, it was time for lunch, and I practically sprinted toward the cafeteria as the hunger rumbled away inside my stomach.

But not only was I starving, I was still totally confused about what happened earlier, and I knew there was only one person I could talk to.

Well, I would have also talked to Pippin, but that had to wait until later. Little dude wasn’t allowed to roam the wilds of campus.

Fortunately, the lines weren’t too long, so I grabbed a plate of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, and vegetables, and then I took a bottle of water from the fridge and darted toward Mo.

My big Polynesian friend was already sitting at our favorite table, which wasn’t a big surprise to me. He also had a tray of food in front of him, and he’d gone for the steak, as well as a side of roast chicken, bread rolls, and a bottle of Root Beer to wash it all down with.

Which also wasn’t a huge surprise to me.

“Mo,” I said in a hurry as I sat down beside him. “I need to talk to you.”

“Do you want to discuss how incredible these mashed potatoes are?” he asked as he shoved his loaded fork into his mouth. “Mhmm!”

“No bro, this is serious,” I replied in a hushed tone.

“And so are these mashed potatoes.” He shrugged. “But don’t tell my grandmother I said that. She thinks her potatoes are the best in the world, which isn’t far from the truth, but these beauties are something else!”

“Trust me, Mo, I–”

“Hi, Grayson,” a cheery voice said before I could finish my sentence.

I almost sighed at the sound. This was truly the weirdest day ever.

I glanced up in shock as I noticed both Julia and Fiona standing beside the table.

“Can we sit with you?” Fiona asked. “All the other tables are full.”

A quick glance around the cafeteria told me that, no, the other tables weren’t full, but the girls clearly wanted to sit with me, so I simply nodded my head and watched in bewilderment as the two hotties took their seats.

“This is Mo, by the way,” I said as I motioned toward my friend. “Mo, this is Julia and Fiona.”

“Hi.” Mo grinned as he scooped up some mashed potato with his fork.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mo,” Julia replied. “We’re honored to meet Grayson’s friends. Right, Fiona?”

“Right.” Fiona smiled.

Was it a coincidence that the two of them were clearly good friends, and both of them had started to talk to me at roughly the same time?

Hmm. This felt like a trap.

Some kind of hidden camera make fun of the nerd bullshit for sure.

“Well, a friend of Gray’s is a friend of mine,” Mo said with a light shrug.

I wanted to ask why they sat down next to us, and why Julia said they were honored to meet my friends. Neither of them knew me this time yesterday, so what the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Oh, my god, Mo, I love your t-shirt,” Julia said. “Is that a Game of Thrones reference?”

Mo’s black t-shirt simply said: “I drink and I know things” on the front, but the fact that Julia knew it was from Game of Thrones meant a lot to a guy like Mohala.

“Dude, you like Game of Thrones?” Mo gasped. “Who’s your favorite character? Or least, please tell me your least favorite is Joffrey.”

“I can’t lie to you, Mo, I love Cersei,” Julia giggled. “I know she’s evil, but she’s also brilliant. I find it’s a pretty winning combination.”

The two girls exchanged a giggle together, and I furrowed my brow.

Mo seemed unfazed, though.

“You know, I think I’m gonna like you.” Mo smiled. “She’s pretty badass.”

“Have you ever seen it, Fiona?” Julia asked.

“No.” The blonde shook her head. “You keep trying to get me to watch it, though, so maybe I have to.”

“It’s good.” I nodded. “Violent, and bloody, but good.”

“I don’t mind if it’s violent and bloody.” Fiona smirked. “In fact, that makes it even more exciting.”

“Yeah, I guess…” I muttered.

Fiona held that smirk as she stabbed a chunk of watermelon with her fork, and then she sliced it in half with her teeth and sucked back the juices. A single droplet fell onto her blue t-shirt and sat right between her impressive-looking breasts, and couldn’t stop my eyes in time before they zeroed right in on her pillowy cleavage.

“Oops,” she giggled as she dabbed away at the spot with a tissue.

“Fiona,” Julia laughed. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

“Luckily I thought to bring an extra t-shirt with me,” Fiona said as she abandoned the tissue on the table. “I’m known for making a mess. The only issue is that the spare t-shirt is a bit smaller than this one…”

I was pretty sure my eyes bulged out of their sockets as Fiona motioned toward her already-ready-to-burst chest. But I made sure to hide my expression before the girls noticed.

“Like that’s an issue for you.” Julia rolled her eyes dramatically. “You have the best set of tits I’ve ever seen, and don’t say you don’t like to show them off whenever you get the chance.”

“What can I say?” Fiona shrugged. “I was blessed.”

Mo choked on his sip of root beer, whereas I tried desperately to focus on the food in front of me. However, the Salisbury steak no longer looked as appealing as it did before.

“So… did you know each other before you came here?” I asked as a way of changing the subject.

“No.” Julia shook her head which caused her pigtails to swish across her face. “We’re both part of the same sorority, so we became connected through that.”

“Aah, I see.” I nodded my head slowly. “Which, uh… Which sorority are you a part of?”

“Rho Alpha Theta.” Fiona grinned. “Have you heard of it?”

“Is that the black house next to the library?” Mo asked.

“It sure is,” Julia replied.

“Oh, I know the one you mean.” I nodded. “It certainly stands out compared to the rest of the sorority houses.”

The sororities and fraternities in town were all white mansions with white picket fences and freshly-mowed lawns. Rho Alpha Theta, on the other hand, was all black, and it looked like the yard hadn’t been touched in years.

“We love it, don’t we, Fiona?” Julia smiled.

“It’s our home away from home,” the blonde replied. “Hey, you guys should come over some time. I’m sure our sisters would love to meet you.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure if that was something I should actually partake in.

This was just too weird, honestly, so I figured I should feel the situation out a bit more.

Julia and Fiona then started talking about something “Samantha” wanted them to do. But I didn’t know who that was, so I left them to talk while I finished off my lunch.

However, as I was taking a sip of water, I caught sight of a flash of ginger hair in the corner of my eye, and I instantly turned my head to see Robyn Gardner sitting at the table directly to the right of us.

I hadn’t noticed she was there until now, and part of me wished I’d noticed her sitting all alone, because then I would have offered her a seat at our table.

Robyn had a tray of food off to the side of her, and it looked like she was in the process of writing something down in the notebook that was opened out in front of her.

However, she wasn’t looking at the notebook. She was staring directly at Julia and Fiona.

And she had a very noticeable scowl on her face. It looked like the pencil in her hand was about to snap in half from the anger that radiated from her body, too.

I furrowed my brow as I recalled that Fiona had a similar scowl on her face earlier when Robyn interrupted our conversation. Then Robyn instantly ended the interaction as soon as Fiona had walked away.

Did the two of them hate each other or something?

Or had I missed the memo that was going around?

What the fuck was going on?

I shook my head in confusion. Then I turned my focus back to my own table, and I found both Fiona and Julia silently sending me identical smiles.

“Uhh, sorry I missed your question,” I said.

“Do you want to come over sometime?” Julia asked.

“You know…” Fiona continued. “We could hang out… introduce you to our sisters… it will be fun. What do you say?”

“Uhhh… can I get back to you?” I asked.

“Sure!” they both said at the same time.

Yep. Definitely the weirdest fucking day of my life.