Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 2} - THE SISTERHOOD SOCIETY

After her classes she had two options in mind.

One, going to her dorm to study, or two, go to her library to study if the other choice was unavailable.

Every time she picked the first one, she'd expect to see her roommate Abigail Linerage.

Abigail was her closet friend, not by choice.

They coincidentally shared the same dorm.

Unfortunate luck.

Abigail was quick to cling on, and drag her into her world. She didn't mind since it did no damage.

I beg to differ.

As they got to know the other one more Abigail introduced Pretty girl to her "Club", The Sisterhood Society.

Only three were members; she was a participant, with Abigail and another girl called Terry.

The Sisterhood Society shouldn't have been classified as a club in my eyes, yet she called it that because it made it sound more official.

It wasn't open to just anyone, Abigail would remind her, it was exclusive, and to be a member was an honor.

Within the Sisterhood Society there was only one activity they all participated in, sharing one's stories of experiences they've had with boys.

A giant jar would be used to fill it with their names.

It depended what you did, everything had value.

For example, a boy asking you out would be one point, but it you made out with one, you would be rewarded with three. The more intimate the more you got in return.

At the end of the month, they would count how many points each one had in total.

To make the process easier everyone had their own color; hers was light aqua, Abigail's was scarlet, and Terry's was green.

The results were always obviously predictable. Abigail won victoriously, Terry was second, and she was always found at the bottom.

Abigail boosted about every tiny detail in her stories, unafraid to leave anything out.

Her stories often were so outrageous you couldn't help but question the validity of her claims.

Matter of fact, most of her tales were fabricated.

Pretty girl had her suspicions, knowing that alcohol was the only entity to make her unfiltered, and often spill the truth.

Since she lied about most encounters who knows what else was part of her fabricated reality.

Pretty girl never once called her out on her bullshit. Yet, Terry ate it all up without hesitation.

She was a parrot, a saggy piece of toast, a door mat. She was easy, like Abigail.

After all birds of a feather flocked together.

This very day was one of the many Abigail had called for a meeting.

There was no clear schedule, she called for discussions whenever it benefited her.

Inside already the vanilla, and pumpkin spice scented candles were lit, the fragrance crashed harmoniously.

They couldn't be blown out, because they were the clubs signature essence.

The blinds were shut illuminating their shadows, cowering over her.

In the center the jar stood tall in all its glory, filled to the brim with red tinted pieces of paper.

As she closed the door shut Abigail looked at her in displeasure.

"Ummm what are you wearing?"

It was custom to wear all white and she wore none.

"Oh yeah I just came back from my Psychology class, I just need a moment to get ready."

Abigail huffed, "Well hurry I have stories to share."

Pretty girl mentally prepared herself not to have the undying urge to jump out of a window if Abigail mentioned her problematic partner Leo.

Pondering why she was with that guy, she came to the conclusion she shouldn't worry, knowing there was nothing she would gain from it.

Abigail's face brighten when Pretty girl finally wore a strapless white gown.

"Sit, sit I have news, so I'm aware how you both know that my statutes with Leo is... rocky, but I've decided that it's best for the both of us to break up. I was the one that had cut ties, and did it over text. And yep, that's the end of that episode. Now Terry you can add four points with two extra in the jar, since I had broken up with him over text."

The scissors were busy slicing into the paper, and gentle placed on top of the rest.

Abigail then proceeded to bore the two with "scandals" she had when she was with Leo.

At the end she had earned twelve more.

"Now that I'm finished don't you have something extremely important to tell Terry, and I?"

In pure confusion she retraced her steps.

"Well today this guy named Ummm... oh yeah, Daniel wanted to go on a date with me but I didn't want to so I turned him down."

Abigail rolled her eyes, "No not that, The other thing."

Her face crinkled using what little brain cells were left over.

Once it clicked with every fiber of her being she forced herself not to frown, "Oh uhh yah, today Keil asked me if I wanted to date him, and I agreed to it."

"Well no shit that was all people were talking about, god I really wanted to be there to have seen it... Sooooo Keil Barker asked you out, you're so lucky."

"Yep", she acknowledged, whilst picking her toenails.

"Terry, she gets two points, but give her seven extra since it was the one, and only sexiest guy on campus that asked her out."

The conversation shifted to Terry, though she was too busy trying to get the dirt stuck to notice anything.

Terry only got six.

"Wow Terry I think this is a first you've come last."

Terry's expression darkened, like a child getting punished by their parents for doing something immoral.

Thesession was wrapped up with Abigail exchanging her gratitude with the two.

"Now ladies get ready, we have a party to go to, and they're expecting youto show up."

Abigail led her to the closet mentally noting what wasacceptable to wear.

"Make sure to put on something flattering, you need tolook like you belong with Keil."