Page 53 of Pucking Good Girl

“You have a funny way of showing that.” Gen looks around the room, addressing the other sisters. “Like I said before, I was ready to accept that had moved on and let this slut get away with breaking girl code. Because I’m not a vindictive person.”

“Could’ve totally fooled me.” Sam snorts at that statement.

Gen ignores my best friend and delivers the final blow. “I would have found a way to move on. But Talia isn’t with Mack for the right reasons. Or I wouldn’t have caught her kissing Becks outside the other night. Admit it, Talia. You don’t give a shit about Mack. Sisters, if you’re dating a hockey player or someone whose family has money, watch your backs. This bitch is just trying to find herself a rich husband since her family has lost everything. And she won’t think twice about stealing your men if she has to. That’s why I called you all here tonight and asked you to kick her out of our sorority. Talia Prescott is a snake in the grass, ready to take everything you care about if it benefits her.”

The chatter in the room covers the noise of the storm outside as everyone is voicing their opinions about me.

I guess technically she’s telling the truth about me and Becks. Explaining that I wasn’t kissing Becks behind Macklin’s back and that money and fame have nothing to do with my relationship with the Shayba brothers is pointless. They all believe Gen.

When push came to shove, the women I’ve considered sisters for four years had no problem believing the worst of me. The part that hurts the most is that they’ve all been on the receiving end of Gen’s jealousy and cattiness at some point.

Even if I were planning on appealing my expulsion, do I really want back into a group that had no hesitation to turn their backs on me?

This whole shitshow caught me by surprise, and I’ve been so focused on defending myself that I didn’t realize the biggest implication of what just happened.

Gen slams her gavel to get everyone’s attention. “This is all, sisters. Today’s meeting is adjourned. You can all go back to your evenings, but I would appreciate it if a few of you could help me carry Talia’s belongings outside.” She points at the trash bags piled up behind her chair.

“What? You took my stuff?” I gasp, confused.

“I know,” Genevieve smiles. “You don’t deserve my help, but sometimes I’m too nice for my own good. I was confident that the vote would go my way, so I emptied your room to spare you the embarrassment.”

I’m about to ask her what she means, but the words die in my mouth when it dawns on me. “You’re kicking me out of the house?”

She rolls her eyes. “Duh. God, I thought there was nothing worse than being a slut, but I was wrong. Being a stupid slut is the absolute worst. What did you think? Living in this house is a privilege reserved for sisters. And since that no longer applies to you, you have to move out. Effective immediately.”

“But I…”

Gen’s smile reaches her eyes for the first time tonight. “And to think I got you a room here as a personal favor. Not only did you go back on your end of our deal about helping me pass Cantucci’s class. You stole my boyfriend. And when you saw that there was something between me and Becks, you went after him too. You’re just reaping what you sowed, Talia.”

Tears well in my eyes as a few of my former sisters, begin grabbing the bags with my belongings. “Wait,” I choke out. “I don’t know where to go. Can I⁠—”

“No, you can’t,” Genevieve gloats. “You should have thought about the consequences of your actions before it was too late. Girls, dump everything outside. And your stuff better be gone by morning, or I’ll get the campus sanitation team to remove it and fine you for littering.”

The rest of what happens is nothing but a blur. Like during an out-of-body experience, it’s like I’m watching myself from the outside.

Everything is muffled as if I were watching my own life from behind the thick plexiglass of the ice rink.

I’m barely aware of Sam pleading with Gen to let her carry my things up to her own room.

“It’s just until tomorrow morning, Gen,” my best friend assures her. “Then I’ll organize some transportation for it. Maybe Tucker can let us borrow his truck? We could take everything to your parents’ place, right?”

My nod comes on autopilot. It’s possible that my parents could find room for my things, but I know their rental apartment is already a tight squeeze since they moved from a six-bedroom house to a three-bedroom apartment.

Isn’t it funny that a couple of months ago, crashing on my parents’ couch seemed like a worst-case scenario? Right now it would be a lifeline, but it’s no longer an option because that spot on their couch is taken by Tucker.

“Get out, Talia. You’re no longer welcome here. Girls, someone see her out now. I’m busy. The work of a sorority president is never ending.”

While Sam and a couple of other sisters carry my things to Sam’s room, Olivia and Madison flank me.

“Let’s go, Talia,” Olivia sounds satisfied.

Out of Genevieve’s two minions, Olivia is the worst.

I’ve seen Madison hesitate once or twice to join in when Gen was being particularly horrible.

But not Olivia. She always followed Gen’s lead blindly.

“Get out, slut.” Olivia says, opening the front door. “And by the way, I sent Mack a DM from an anonymous account to let him know that you’re fucking his brother. So you have a breakup to look forward to. If you think that getting kicked out tonight was bad, wait until everyone on campus knows what a slut you are. Now go. Before the wind blows the rain all over the floor. The housekeeper came today, and you know Gen hates a messy house.”