pledge,” she said with a sigh as we passed yet another table
with a group of bubbly twenty-somethings in tight t-shirts. “There are so many
of them on campus, and I don’t know which one would be right for me.”
“How about you go look at
some of them? I was wanting to look at some of the extracurriculars they have
advertised here. How about we meet back at the dorm before dinner and we can
order some Chinese, or something?”
“You’re awesome, Jess,” she
said, pulling me into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “I’ll see you in a few
hours.”
“See you,” I said as she
finally let me go, the air finally returning to my lungs after she let go of
me. “Just don’t jump into anything right away. Take your time and think about
it before you make any decisions.
“Sure thing, Mom ,” she said with a laugh as she went
off toward one of the tables for the sororities. I was sure that I was being
too critical. Becky knew the difference between right and wrong, and I knew she
would never give in to anything like the horror stories I’d heard about.
Nevertheless, I was more than a little worried for her. Hazing or not, women
were brutal, especially when they felt like they were set apart from everyone
else.
I heaved a sigh and continued
along the through the tents and tables that had been set up outside,
advertising the different activities available for the students on campus. I
had almost cleared the cluster of fraternities before I heard someone calling
out loudly.
“Hey!” they shouted, a
chorus of chuckles following close behind. I made an effort to ignore it,
hoping that they weren’t calling to me. I didn’t need this, not on my first
day.
“Hey! Come here!” I heard
again, this time closer. “We wanted to talk to you, babe!”
My stomach clenched and I
turned toward the man trailing behind me. He wasn’t a particularly fit man—in
fact he looked like your typical frat boy—slightly overweight, with a prickly
five o’clock shadow all over his neck and second chin. He was wearing a blue sweater
with “__Ω” written in bold yellow letters.
“Don’t you wanna talk to
us, baby?”
“Don’t call me that,” I
said, my fists coiled tight. “I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone.”
“Whoa!” he said, holding up
his hands in mock surrender. “You don’t need to be a bitch about it, babe! We
just wanted to know if you wanted to come to a party tonight. Alpha Epsilon Omega’s
got a sick celebration goin’ on!”
“Go fuck yourself,” I said,
turning to walk away. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to head
straight back to the dorm and wait for Becky to get back. Inside of my head,
alarms started to sound like the claxons in a science-fiction movie.
“Can you fuckin’ believe
this chick?” the frat boy laughed, turning to his fellows. “Yo! Mikey! Come
check this stuck-up bitch out!”
I frowned as I saw someone
step out of the crowd in front of me, blocking my escape. At first I couldn’t
make his face out, the mid-day sun shining right into my eyes. It wasn’t until
the “Mikey” took another step closer that I realized who was standing in front
of me.
“Well, well,” came the
familiar, smooth voice of my ex-boyfriend, Michael, “look who’s here.”
“You know this bitch,
Mike?” asked the chubby frat boy.
“Biblically,” he said with
a chuckle. “You’ve never met a bigger slut in your life, boys. She’s a complete
whore.”
“That’s a lie,” I tried to
argue back, but Michael cut me off.
“Nobody said you could
talk, slut. And you most certainly are a slut. I’ve had this bitch every way you can imagine.”
“Yeah! Tell us more, Mikey!”
came shouts from his fellow pledges.
“Get out of my way,” I
whispered, my voice trembling. I swallowed hard as my heart pounded like a
drum.
“You’re not going anywhere.
You’re coming to our little party, and we’re going to loosen up that tight
little—”
I ran before he could
with a group of bubbly twenty-somethings in tight t-shirts. “There are so many
of them on campus, and I don’t know which one would be right for me.”
“How about you go look at
some of them? I was wanting to look at some of the extracurriculars they have
advertised here. How about we meet back at the dorm before dinner and we can
order some Chinese, or something?”
“You’re awesome, Jess,” she
said, pulling me into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “I’ll see you in a few
hours.”
“See you,” I said as she
finally let me go, the air finally returning to my lungs after she let go of
me. “Just don’t jump into anything right away. Take your time and think about
it before you make any decisions.
“Sure thing, Mom ,” she said with a laugh as she went
off toward one of the tables for the sororities. I was sure that I was being
too critical. Becky knew the difference between right and wrong, and I knew she
would never give in to anything like the horror stories I’d heard about.
Nevertheless, I was more than a little worried for her. Hazing or not, women
were brutal, especially when they felt like they were set apart from everyone
else.
I heaved a sigh and continued
along the through the tents and tables that had been set up outside,
advertising the different activities available for the students on campus. I
had almost cleared the cluster of fraternities before I heard someone calling
out loudly.
“Hey!” they shouted, a
chorus of chuckles following close behind. I made an effort to ignore it,
hoping that they weren’t calling to me. I didn’t need this, not on my first
day.
“Hey! Come here!” I heard
again, this time closer. “We wanted to talk to you, babe!”
My stomach clenched and I
turned toward the man trailing behind me. He wasn’t a particularly fit man—in
fact he looked like your typical frat boy—slightly overweight, with a prickly
five o’clock shadow all over his neck and second chin. He was wearing a blue sweater
with “__Ω” written in bold yellow letters.
“Don’t you wanna talk to
us, baby?”
“Don’t call me that,” I
said, my fists coiled tight. “I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone.”
“Whoa!” he said, holding up
his hands in mock surrender. “You don’t need to be a bitch about it, babe! We
just wanted to know if you wanted to come to a party tonight. Alpha Epsilon Omega’s
got a sick celebration goin’ on!”
“Go fuck yourself,” I said,
turning to walk away. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to head
straight back to the dorm and wait for Becky to get back. Inside of my head,
alarms started to sound like the claxons in a science-fiction movie.
“Can you fuckin’ believe
this chick?” the frat boy laughed, turning to his fellows. “Yo! Mikey! Come
check this stuck-up bitch out!”
I frowned as I saw someone
step out of the crowd in front of me, blocking my escape. At first I couldn’t
make his face out, the mid-day sun shining right into my eyes. It wasn’t until
the “Mikey” took another step closer that I realized who was standing in front
of me.
“Well, well,” came the
familiar, smooth voice of my ex-boyfriend, Michael, “look who’s here.”
“You know this bitch,
Mike?” asked the chubby frat boy.
“Biblically,” he said with
a chuckle. “You’ve never met a bigger slut in your life, boys. She’s a complete
whore.”
“That’s a lie,” I tried to
argue back, but Michael cut me off.
“Nobody said you could
talk, slut. And you most certainly are a slut. I’ve had this bitch every way you can imagine.”
“Yeah! Tell us more, Mikey!”
came shouts from his fellow pledges.
“Get out of my way,” I
whispered, my voice trembling. I swallowed hard as my heart pounded like a
drum.
“You’re not going anywhere.
You’re coming to our little party, and we’re going to loosen up that tight
little—”
I ran before he could
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