I shake my head vehemently.I cannot even conceive of having sex with someone I have no feelings for.
You might have to make out with him.Can you do that?Destiny asks.
Yuck.Kissing someone I dislike sounds horrible.But if it means getting in Alpha Z?I squeeze out the words.I can try.
Oh, wonderful.He’s going to love making out with some dead fish,sneers Angelica.
Angie, hush.So, are you in?asks Destiny.
One more question: if I’m not successful, does that mean I don’t get into the sorority?Because human nature is not predictable.Maybe I am his physical type, but the mystery man may not be interested in my clueless, bunker-girl personality.
Destiny smiles warmly at me.Of course not.If you do this to the best of your ability, that’s all we can ask.You’re welcome to join.
I weigh the options.On one hand, I’ll have to date some horrible Lothario.But on the other hand, I’ll get all this: the sorority I wanted, a makeover that will vault me into modern times, and a whole new group of friends.And after that call from my father, I’ll also be able to cheer up my mother and tell her that I got into Alpha Zeta Mu.
I smile at all of them.Okay, I’m willing to give this a try.
Destiny squeals, and suddenly I’m in the midst of my first ever group hug.We all giggle in relief after the tension of our discussion.
We’ve already got a name: the Revenge Squad.Isn’t it so hardcore?Jordan asks.
I love it,I say, and I do.I’ve always wanted a to be part of a team.
Once we’re all back in our seats, Destiny pulls out a notepad and starts scribbling a chart.Let’s put together a tentative schedule.There’s a party at the big hockey house next Friday.That’s where we’ll launch you.That gives us eight days to…She hesitates and looks me over again.Get you ready.
Jordan claps her hands.Oh, makeover time.I love makeovers.
I swallow.I’m excited about looking as fashionable as these women, but what about the basics, like how to talk to a guy?
As if reading my mind, Destiny adds,And we’ll teach you all the social skills as well.Not to brag, but my flirting game is strong.
I exhale with relief.Please, feel free to be honest.I know that I’m lacking in many areas.
Angelica snorts in agreement, then asks,Aren’t you going to show her the target?
Oh, right.Destiny pulls out her phone and scrolls through her phone and passes it to me.
This is Viktor Zelenko.He’s captain of the Mustangs hockey team.
I turn her screen around to look at it.
Then my insides flip.It’s the man from the library, the one I elbowed in the testes.Viktor and I already know each other, and he dislikes me.
4
SO FAR OUT THEY’RE IN
EVELYN
REMEMBER, EVELYN, THE RIGHT JEANS ARE THE CORNERSTONE OF YOUR WARDROBE,MIAdeclares.We’re in a boutique in nearby Duluth with Jordan.This is the Intro to Shopping class I need.I’ve shopped at flea markets my whole life, except for Target excursions while visiting my great-grandmother.And Nan is not the type to wait around while I try on twelve pairs of jeans to determine which one best suits my butt.
But Mia is.She shakes her head when I come out in some so-called boyfriend jeans.
Wouldn’t guys prefer if we wore girlfriend jeans?I ask.
It’s a vibe,says Jordan.Like the morning after when you don’t want to squeeze back into the bandage dress from last night, so you pull on his jeans and T-shirt.
I have no idea what a bandage dress is and visualize something that a mummy would wear.Boyfriend jeans definitely sound better.
