Greek Secrets: Sisterhood and Scandals

Gentleman Jimmy's

After the chaos of AllSing, Olive reluctantly joined her AOII sisters at the bar. The event had been draining, and although their sorority had managed to host it despite countless challenges, the night felt hollow. Participation had been low, and criticism on YikYak was relentless. Kendall's absence during the performance lingered in Olive's mind, a wound she couldn't stop picking at.

The bar was packed, but Olive felt distant, nursing her drink as her sisters laughed and gossiped around her. Across the room, Chi O's group had claimed a high table. A few of their members climbed up, leading cheers about their win, their voices shrill and self-congratulatory.

"Of course, they're acting like they won the Super Bowl," one of Olive's AOII sisters muttered.

"They only won because others didn't compete," another added, rolling her eyes.

Olive spotted a cluster of girls near the back, sipping their drinks and exchanging knowing glances. They didn't need to say anything; the smirks on their faces said it all. Everyone knew Chi O's victory came by default, and YikYak had been brutal about it. People were already calling this year's AllSing the worst in its history.

Still, Olive couldn't shake the gnawing anxiety inside her. AOII had worked tirelessly to host the event, and instead of celebration, the night felt like a funeral for their efforts. Even now, her mind kept circling back to Kendall.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. A call. From Kendall.

Olive's stomach flipped. Kendall hadn't responded to a single text since leaving for her hometown that morning. Why was she calling now?

She stepped outside, away from the noise, and answered. "Kendall?"

"What the hell, Olive?" Kendall's voice was sharp, cutting through the cold night air.

Olive frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I heard you've been trashing KD and me all night," Kendall snapped. "What's your problem?"

"I haven't been trashing anyone," Olive said defensively. "I've been trying to explain—"

"Explain what?" Kendall interrupted. "That you're a victim? That AOII deserves a pity party because things didn't go perfectly? God, Olive, do you ever stop?"

Olive's chest tightened. "That's not fair, Kendall. You have no idea what tonight was like for me."

Kendall laughed bitterly. "Oh, poor Olive. Always the martyr. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You're so obsessed with what people think of you that you ruin everything you touch."

The words stung, hitting Olive deeper than she wanted to admit. "I wasn't trying to ruin anything," she said softly.

"Whatever," Kendall snapped. "I'm done, Olive. Don't call me. Don't text me. Just stay out of my life."

The line went dead.

Olive stood there, staring at her phone, her chest heaving with frustration and heartbreak. She shoved it into her pocket and leaned against the cold brick wall of the bar. Inside, her sisters were still laughing, pretending the night had been a success. But for Olive, the weight of Kendall's words—and the mess she couldn't seem to fix—was too much to bear.