Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I could kill him.
He knows better than to do stupid shit like eating pot brownies during hockey season. My brother isn’t into drugs, but if you get him drunk enough, he’s open to new things. Unlike me, Tucker has no self-control. He’s easily peer pressured into doing stupid shit that usually gets him into trouble.
I roll my eyes at the picture of Drake getting a blowjob from a blonde girl. She’s on her knees in front of him. He leans forward, pressing his palm to the sink as she works him over. It looks like someone popped their head into the bathroom at our house. It must have been during a party before our season started.
How did The Queen get these pictures?
My phone beeps with a group text that includes Tucker, Jamie, Drake, and Preston. It’s Preston telling us to meet at the house to discuss The Queen.
As I make my way across the campus, I get dozens of looks from strangers. People point and stare, talking about me because they can’t tell me apart from Tucker. We’re used to getting confused for the other. I usually don’t mind, but in this case, it fucking sucks.
They have the wrong twin.
Chapter Thirteen
Jemma
Like most events, my sisters stuck to a theme. We’re dressed in bras and panties like Victoria’s Secret fashion models. We parade out of the chapter house and down Greek Row, our bodies on full display and our heads held high.
Once we reach the Delta Sig house, we’re greeted by droves of people who pour out from the massive Victorian. Every home on the block has high pillars and a long, covered porch. Except the lawn is littered with trash. Plastic cups, empty beer bottles, a condom wrapper, and a red bra are on the grass.
This is standard for Greek Row. Weekends around here are insane. The street is thrown into complete chaos and always looks like a rundown nightmare where the next street over is pristine.
In front of the house, five girls wearing white bathing suits stand in front of a row of Delta Sig brothers, squirting them with a hose. A few guys are on the roof dressed in bright bathing suits, some with Hawaiian flowers on them and leis around their necks.
None of them are wearing shirts, though they have Greek letters written across their chests in ink. They’re pounding beers and screaming at girls across the street. It’s like a scene from Animal House, complete with the animals.
“Why would they throw trash on their lawn when they have to pick it up in the morning?” I ask Jordan.
Jordan glances over at the house and chuckles. “That’s what pledges are for, silly. Those guys aren’t cleaning shit tomorrow.”
I shake my head because I’m still a pledge.
Everyone partied at my previous college, and we had a handful of fraternities and sororities, but it was nothing compared to Strickland University’s Greek life. The entire campus comes alive on weekends, the parties spanning city blocks. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. And I love it despite being overwhelmed and terrified by the madness surrounding me.
We walk past a group of drunk girls in sexy nurse costumes. They clasp cups of beer, hanging onto the arms of the men dressed in blue scrubs. The sheer amount of people at this party amazes me. The Kappa Delta chapter house is enormous, but I couldn’t imagine fitting these people inside.
Music thumps out the doors and windows, a rap beat pounding in my ears as we approach the long line before us.
“I thought they invited us,” I say to Jordan, wondering why we must wait in line.
“There’s always a wait to get in. But it’s worth it.”
“You bet your ass it is.” Shannon beams with excitement. “Everyone who’s anyone will be here tonight. It’s all anyone has talked about this week.”
I try not to laugh or roll my eyes. It’s just a party. They’re acting like celebrities will attend tonight. I mean, seriously, they need to get a grip.
Zoe checks her cell phone and leans into me. “Did you see Dethroned?”
“Who hasn’t?”
“She ripped Tucker Kane a new one,” Riley says with laughter. “I can’t wait to see which hockey players she dethrones next.”
For Trent’s sake, I hope he never lands on that blog. Our relationship could easily be exposed to the entire campus.
“There’s an app,” Riley says. “You can send in tips to The Queen if you download it onto your phone.”
“I’m good,” I say.
Zoe looks down at her phone. “Is she only going after the hockey team? It seems like she has a hard-on for them.”
“You’re talking to Trent, right?” Riley asks me.
I smile. “We’ve kissed a few times.”
“Girl, what if you end up on this blog? You might want to keep your distance until The Queen backs away from the hockey team.”