One Chance (Part 1)(50)

By the time I get back to the sorority house, I head inside and see a bunch of girls that look at me with sad faces, though they don’t say a word.

“Hey,” Meg says surprising me. I haven’t seen her around as much.

“Hey.”

“We’re going to a party tonight, if you want to come,” she says kindly.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” I say truthfully.

“They’re just rumors, they’ll stop soon. Come on, it will be fun.”

“Okay,” I say giving in. At least Meg’s on my side. I head up to my room to see if Quinn wants to go along. I’m hoping like hell she says yes.

“Hey, do you want to come to a party tonight?”

“Where?” she asks confused.

“I don’t know Meg mentioned it to me.”

“Do you think that’s wise?”

“Probably not, but I can’t hide inside all night.”

“How did the rest of your day go?” she asks looking worried.

“Shitty, but they are just jerks and rumors, they’ll stop soon.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“So does that mean you’ll come along tonight?” I ask hopeful.

“Yes, I won’t let you go out there alone like that.”

“Thank you,” I say letting out a breath I didn’t know I was even holding.

We get ready for the party and follow Meg and a bunch of the girls out of the house. We head to a house that I’ve never been to before. I look over at Quinn and she gives me a worried look. I try to let her know that it’s fine, but in reality, I have no idea if it is or not. Maybe I can’t trust Meg.

Meg leads us all into the house where there are some guys and girls but not nearly as many that show up at other houses.

“I figured you might like to actually enjoy a night out,” Meg says as she hands me a beer. I take it and crack open the top before taking a long sip.

“Thanks Meg, I appreciate it.”

“No worries, it will pass in time. It’s just how college is sometimes,” she says before walking over to talk to one of the other sisters.

Thankfully, the rest of the night goes on without a problem. There’s no name-calling, no whispers, no guys walking up starting vicious lies and rumors. It’s just a normal party like before. Hopefully, things can go back to this. I miss the normal.

Over the course of the next five weeks, I’ve been verbally attacked, screamed at, lied about, called more names, and even had eggs thrown at me. Who the hell throws eggs? Five weeks of hell is what I’ve been living in. I don’t go anywhere except to class and home. The girls at the house are starting to whisper about me rather than talk to me, and I feel like I have no one, well other than Quinn.

I’ve been talking to Kenzie and Brody, but Brody said he talked to Liam and he played it off like it was nothing. That he’s heard little things here and there about me, but nothing that would cause for concern. The lying asshole. He’s making my life hell.

“Hey,” Meg says as she appears at our bedroom door, “Party tonight, you’re both going, so get ready,” she says quickly before disappearing.

“We shouldn’t go,” Quinn states.

“I know.”

“No I have a really bad feeling about this,” she says looking almost petrified.

“I don’t think we really have a choice.”

“We always have a choice.”

“Did she leave any room for debate?” I ask as I throw on a pair of jeans and a cute dolman sleeve top.

“We aren’t staying long.”

“That’s fine with me,” I say as I finished getting dressed.

We head downstairs to see all the girls ready to head out for the night. “At least we aren’t by ourselves,” I say as I nod towards all the other girls.

“That’s a good thing,” Quinn says as we walk outside. We head to the party and I’m nervous when I see all the cars. Looking up towards the door, it appears the place is already packed with people.

“We should leave,” Quinn says quietly.

“How?” I ask as I look around. We are surrounded by sisters and other people.

“I don’t know, but this isn’t gonna end well.”

“Maybe I should talk to Liam, see if I can get him to lay off for a while.”

“You should definitely try.”

“Okay, well then I’ll look for him once we get inside,” I say as we follow the herd of people into the building.

I can hear laughter the further we make it in, but I can’t tell who it’s coming from. Someone hands us a drink, it’s unopened so we take them and open up the cans before taking a drink.