It doesn’t take long to hear whispers and people pointing at me and laughing then pointing up to something else at the front of the wall. I grab Quinn’s arm to let her know I’m going to see what the hell is going on.
I make it to the front of the room and see underwear, my underwear hanging all around the pictures. Pictures of me. Pictures of me sleeping, laughing, swimming, each picture has a comment and though I can’t read them fast enough, they don’t say anything good.
“These were the panties you were wearing when I fucked you, thanks for the keepsake,” some asshole says.
“I kept these ones,” another guy says before smelling them, “They even still smell like you,” he says before laughing, causing everyone to cackle.
I turn in circles looking around seeing pictures of me, my underwear, hell, even some bra’s that look like mine, before I’m doused in ice cold water. I turn to look at Quinn who looks shocked as hell and is slightly wet from the water. Before I have a chance to move, another bucket of ice water hits me, then I smell and taste nothing but beer. People are shaking their beers and dumping them on me.
I turn to run, but there’s nowhere to go. I look for Quinn, Meg, hell anyone, but all the faces are blurring together. Just then another round of ice cold water hits me, followed by another, then another. I’m freezing and I want nothing more than to get the hell out of here.
Everyone is calling me names, saying how they fucked me, what a whore I am. I don’t even realize when someone grabs my arm and starts pulling me through the crowd. When I get to the door people are behind me calling me more hideous names. It takes me a moment to realize that Quinn pulled me out.
“I knew we shouldn’t have come. What the fuck,” she yells as we start to walk towards home.
“I’m freezing,” I stutter. The ice cold water with the cool night breeze doesn’t fend well for me.
“We are going to get you home and you can take a hot shower to warm up.”
We try to walk home as quickly as possible, but the faster I move, the colder I’m getting. When we finally get to the front door it’s locked. I didn’t bring my keys because we usually don’t lock the door.
“Please tell me you have your key?”
“No, we never lock the fucking door,” she yells as she bangs on the door, hoping someone’s inside to let us in. After five minutes of pounding, no one answers. “Hails I need you to stay here, I’m going to go back and get the fucking key from Meg.”
“O…kay,” I say through chattering teeth.
I watch as she disappears into the darkness. I’m not sure how long I sit on the porch freezing before I finally hear someone. “Did you seriously think you would get away with it?” Meg says surprising me.
“Get away with what?” I ask still freezing.
“You think I don’t know you want Liam?”
“I…I don’t,” I say through chattering teeth again.
“Tonight you needed to learn your lesson. He’s mine, he’s never going to be yours. He can’t even stand you. Why do you think he’s doing this to you?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“He wants you gone. He never wanted you to come here in the first place.”
“Please let me…in..inside,” I plead.
“I thought I liked you, but you’re just like every other sorry pathetic excuse for a bitch. You need to be out by the end of the month.”
“Wh…what?” I try to shout.
“We voted, you’re out of the sorority. You have until the end of the month to get out of the house,” she says before walking away.
I can’t help when the tears fall. What the hell have I done? And why won’t she let me in the damn house?
“Hey,” Quinn yells surprising me, “I got the key,” she says as she unlocks the door quickly, and then rushes back over to help me up, “Holy shit Hails you’re beyond freezing. Maybe I should take you to the hospital,” she says in a panic.
“No, just want inside,” I say trying to walk into house.
“Okay,” she says as we make our way up the stairs. She rushes in to the bathroom and turns on the shower to a lukewarm temperature. I strip and climb in wanting the water to warm me up, it slowly does, but it takes forever.
Once I feel a little better, I make my way over to our room before throwing on sweats and climbing under the covers, trying to get warm again.
“Haley, this has gotten out of control.”
“I have to be out of the house by the end of the month.”
“What?” she yells.
“Meg told me tonight.”