it straight from the jug. “We’re already on thin ice after Spring Break last year.”
“Whatever. What are they going to do?”
“They could suspend us, Josh.”
“Nah.” He waves me off. “They won’t. We’re too fun. By the way, I’m throwing an unofficial social tonight. First one of the year. Stoplight theme.”
“Seriously? Did you not just hand me a sound violation notice? Maybe we should lay low until the weekend.” It pains me to say it, seeing as how a stoplight social is one of my favorites. You wear red if you’re taken, yellow if it’s complicated, and green if you’re single. I always love hooking up with the chicks dressed in yellow. Those girls are working through some screwed up shit and they love having revenge sex. And me? Well, I’m the first one to volunteer.
“Bro, relax,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder. “It’ll be fine. See you later, I’m going to actually make an appearance in my chemistry class today.”
I’m still glaring at him disapprovingly when he bounces out of the kitchen. He’s way too energetic for me right now. Sighing, I place the OJ back in the fridge and resolve to let it go. He’s right – we’ll probably be fine. And, truthfully, anything to get my mind off home is welcome right now.
I guess I better clean up the yellow Jordans.
“WAIT, WHAT?” I ask my Little incredulously, standing from where I’d been sitting next to her on the couch in our sorority house living room. She cringes a little, but repeats what I thought I heard the first time.
“I don’t want to take a Little.”
I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. “What are you talking about? You’ve been in a year, it’s time to take a Little. This is how it works, Bo.” I look to my petite Little pleadingly, but she doesn’t budge.
“I’m not ready, Jess. I thought I would be, but I’m not. I want to take a Little, just not right now. I need another year.”
The front door swings open, letting in the fading rays of sunshine from the evening light as Ashlei walks through the frame.
“Oh thank God,” I say. “Please, help me talk some sense into my Little, Lei. I’m at a loss for words.”
Ashlei eyes us both hesitantly before dropping her gym bag to the floor. Her hair is high in a ponytail and she looks like she’s been sweating. I really need to get on her level if I’m going to be taking pictures next to her this semester.
“What’s going on?”
“Bo doesn’t want to take a Little,” I let out the words in one exasperated sigh. “I think it’s her Asian-ness popping up out of nowhere.”
Bo throws me a look, but her mouth actually curls up into a small smile. My Little is part Asian and she’s absolutely gorgeous. We always joke in good spirit about her heritage, so she knows I’m not being mean when I say that. She pokes fun at my German heritage, too – especially when I try to get the first tan of the season and end up burning like a lobster, instead.
“Okay, well… if she doesn’t want to take a Little, is that really the end of the world?”
My jaw drops. “Are you kidding me? It’s an honor to get a Little and you know that! Sisters who don’t get Littles are devastated until they finally do. And I know for a fact that there are at least two new members who want Bo as their Big.”
“Is that true?” Ashlei asks Bo. She only nods in response. “Oh… well why don’t you want to take one?”
Bo opens her mouth to answer but I cut her off. “There is no logical answer. She’s been in a year, she’s been a Little for a year, now it’s her turn to be a Big.”
“But that’s just it,” Bo says loudly, standing and tossing the pillow that was on her lap to the side. Her brows pull together and her long, sleek black hair slides behind her back as she stands. “I’ve been a Little, but I don’t feel like I’ve had a Big.”
My mouth snaps shut and I blink, not sure what to say. Ashlei shifts
“Whatever. What are they going to do?”
“They could suspend us, Josh.”
“Nah.” He waves me off. “They won’t. We’re too fun. By the way, I’m throwing an unofficial social tonight. First one of the year. Stoplight theme.”
“Seriously? Did you not just hand me a sound violation notice? Maybe we should lay low until the weekend.” It pains me to say it, seeing as how a stoplight social is one of my favorites. You wear red if you’re taken, yellow if it’s complicated, and green if you’re single. I always love hooking up with the chicks dressed in yellow. Those girls are working through some screwed up shit and they love having revenge sex. And me? Well, I’m the first one to volunteer.
“Bro, relax,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder. “It’ll be fine. See you later, I’m going to actually make an appearance in my chemistry class today.”
I’m still glaring at him disapprovingly when he bounces out of the kitchen. He’s way too energetic for me right now. Sighing, I place the OJ back in the fridge and resolve to let it go. He’s right – we’ll probably be fine. And, truthfully, anything to get my mind off home is welcome right now.
I guess I better clean up the yellow Jordans.
“WAIT, WHAT?” I ask my Little incredulously, standing from where I’d been sitting next to her on the couch in our sorority house living room. She cringes a little, but repeats what I thought I heard the first time.
“I don’t want to take a Little.”
I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. “What are you talking about? You’ve been in a year, it’s time to take a Little. This is how it works, Bo.” I look to my petite Little pleadingly, but she doesn’t budge.
“I’m not ready, Jess. I thought I would be, but I’m not. I want to take a Little, just not right now. I need another year.”
The front door swings open, letting in the fading rays of sunshine from the evening light as Ashlei walks through the frame.
“Oh thank God,” I say. “Please, help me talk some sense into my Little, Lei. I’m at a loss for words.”
Ashlei eyes us both hesitantly before dropping her gym bag to the floor. Her hair is high in a ponytail and she looks like she’s been sweating. I really need to get on her level if I’m going to be taking pictures next to her this semester.
“What’s going on?”
“Bo doesn’t want to take a Little,” I let out the words in one exasperated sigh. “I think it’s her Asian-ness popping up out of nowhere.”
Bo throws me a look, but her mouth actually curls up into a small smile. My Little is part Asian and she’s absolutely gorgeous. We always joke in good spirit about her heritage, so she knows I’m not being mean when I say that. She pokes fun at my German heritage, too – especially when I try to get the first tan of the season and end up burning like a lobster, instead.
“Okay, well… if she doesn’t want to take a Little, is that really the end of the world?”
My jaw drops. “Are you kidding me? It’s an honor to get a Little and you know that! Sisters who don’t get Littles are devastated until they finally do. And I know for a fact that there are at least two new members who want Bo as their Big.”
“Is that true?” Ashlei asks Bo. She only nods in response. “Oh… well why don’t you want to take one?”
Bo opens her mouth to answer but I cut her off. “There is no logical answer. She’s been in a year, she’s been a Little for a year, now it’s her turn to be a Big.”
“But that’s just it,” Bo says loudly, standing and tossing the pillow that was on her lap to the side. Her brows pull together and her long, sleek black hair slides behind her back as she stands. “I’ve been a Little, but I don’t feel like I’ve had a Big.”
My mouth snaps shut and I blink, not sure what to say. Ashlei shifts
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