Victoria: I think it’s Dyers behind this
Wynter: Probably. He’s a jerk. A jerk beyond jerks. The jerkiest jerk that ever jerked and you just know he jerks off a lot, the JERK.
Victoria: Well, I’m impressed. You only went and broke the world record on how many “jerks” fit in a sentence while making sense, Wynter!
Victoria: I had to go to the Rhos’ fraternity house and clean up some puke
Victoria: PUKE, Wynter!!!! PUKE. I’m traumatized
Wynter: My day’s been irritating too
Victoria: What happened?
Wynter: I had to collect a car from a garage across town and drive some morons from an all-night/all-day bender to the frat house like I’m a taxi driver in my spare time.
Wynter: Oh, wait, it wasn’t spare! I had no minutes to spare!
Wynter: I had to skip out on a lecture with the most handsome guest professor that ever existed
Victoria: This is heinous
Victoria: Which professor?
Wynter: Maclean
Victoria: Ah, don’t know him
Wynter: You’ve never pledged to a sorority before, have you?
Victoria: I tried, figured I’d go for the experience, but I went to rush night and knew it’d never work out
Victoria: I don’t like people telling me what to do. What gave it away?
Wynter: Hahaha, yeah. The Pies didn’t fuck with my education, at least. But the hazing was irritating. This is plain dumb. I hope it’s a phase
Victoria: Me too, ugh.
Victoria: I don’t understand why they’re letting the Rhos do this. Or maybe it’s just for us girls.
Wynter: Yeah, could be. I feel special. Don’t you?
Victoria: *gags*
*four minutes later*
Wynter: Oh, fuck. My second rite’s tomorrow!!
Victoria: WHAT?! How do you know?
Wynter: Just received a text from Dyers
Wynter: Shit, I was supposed to attend my mom’s gala.
Victoria: That’s why you’re going home?
Wynter: Yup.
Victoria: Do you not want to drive down anymore?
