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“You’re gonna what?” Seth teases.
“I’m gonna shink it!” I repeat on purpose.
“Then, shink it!”
“I’m gonna!”
Heidi laughs and I feel it linger in my chest.
“Or you can miss on purpose and take me upstairs,” Jenna says. The proposition is only meant for me, but she speaks so loudly everyone within earshot can hear it.
Heidi included. Her bright, red cheeks dip slightly, but she maintains the rest of her expression.
I better not miss.
I balance on my toes. I hold the ball loosely in my fingers. I look at Heidi one more time before taking aim.
I toss the ball at the last cup across the table.
It plops right into the middle and the crowd goes wild.
Seth grabs the cup and chugs it down before proudly smashing it against his chest. He wraps his arms around Heidi, taking her by surprise as he lifts her up and spins her around twice.
“We won, little sister!” he shouts.
Seth drops her back down, and she furrows her brow in confusion. “Wait, I thought we lost…” she says.
“No!” he says. “Everybody wins.”
I raise my cup. “Nobody loses!”
“Delta Xi!” we shout in unison.
“Delta Xi!” the room repeats with their cups held high.
We drink. I watch as Heidi shrugs her little shoulders and follows our lead with her cup of soda. She chuckles with her big brother and I smile, feeling good for doing my part in patching things up between them.
“Why don’t you guys chant the Alpha part, too?” she asks, curious.
Seth puffs out his chest, big and manly. “Because it’s redundant, baby!” he says, flexing his arms.
Heidi cringes. I don’t blame her at all.
Jenna’s arm slinks around mine. “So, what do you say, big kahuna?” she asks, biting her lip with the most obvious fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen. “You want to dance? Or should we take this party upstairs?”
I politely retrieve my arm. “Sorry, Jenna. Not really in the mood tonight.”
“Oh.” She sneers with disappointment, but bounces right back. “Then, could you point me in the direction of your nearest brethren who would be in the mood?”
“Uh…” I scan the room, spotting Jack in the common room nestled between two giant speakers with his laptop. “Him,” I say, pointing.
Jenna follows my finger and nods. “The DJ?” she asks.
“Yup.”
She shrugs. “He’ll do. Thanks!”
And with that, she leaves, creeping into the crowd to stalk her prey.
