Hazed and Confused

The Sorting

Despite still being on a high from talking to JJ, I couldn't help but dread eight p.m.. To my dismay, we were back in that God forsaken basement. This time, however, our task had nothing to do with a washing machine. Instead, we were thrown in the dark with nothing but a few overhead lights, and a few empty solo cups.

"What exactly are we doing?", Allison hissed.

"How am I supposed to know?" I hissed back.

"Welcome to Hell Week day two," Caroline announced, coming down the steps with a bucket in her hands. "I hope you girls aren't color blind."

With that, she turned the bucket upside down, pouring hundreds of colorful sprinkles out onto the cement floor. She shook out any remaining sprinkles, flounced up the steps, and turned off any overhead lighting. A few seconds later, a few small lights turned back on, but rather than remaining a solid color, they revealed themselves to be rapidly blinking strobe lights.

"Sort the sprinkles!" came a shout from upstairs, through the basement door.

"No fucking way, this is insane," i groaned, getting down on my hands and knees, starting to sort the colorful sugar orbs. Allison got down next to me, and we started to work.

Two hours in, and we had a system going. We assigned a few girls to each color, picking up the sprinkles and putting them in their respective cups. It was going much faster than we expected, considering the tiny pieces and the flashing lights. We finished with record speed, and after the piles were approved by Caroline and Ashley, we were allowed to go home. I raced home to my apartment, and shot JJ a text on Snapchat.

Sorority shit finished early. Movie night still on?

A small part of me was giddy with excitement at the possibility of seeing JJ again. Even though I had only known him since the night of the party and were forced to make small talk with each other, I liked JJ. He was extremely charming and funny, and even if nothing romantic comes out of our meeting I would be content with just being friends. After sending the text, I hopped in the shower to scrub down. I knew that JJ probably had his own version of Hell Week tonight and I figured that he was still at the frat house, so I was not anticipating a quick response.

However, that didn't mean that I was expecting a text two hours later, at two a.m. I had finally just gotten to sleep after watching a few episodes of a true crime documentary. I told myself that I watched it for so long because I was interested in the plot, but deep down I knew I was really just waiting for a text from JJ, and I hadn't gone to bed yet due to hopes of the familiar double notification sound of a chat on Snapchat. I blinked my eyes open and squinted at the bright screen. I clicked on JJ's name and opened the chat, my eyes straining from the glow while scanning the words.

Srry. had frat stuff. Rsincheck?

Miraculously, despite the spelling errors, I was able to decipher the message and it revealed that he was busy and wanted to hang another time. It also revealed that he was most likely drunk due to the sloppiness of the message.

Thats okay, yeah :)

After typing out the short message, I rolled over and went back to bed.