Greek Secrets: Sisterhood and Scandals

Chelsea's POV

The night was supposed to be fun. Just a simple bar outing with the Chi O girls to unwind after AllSing. But as soon as I stepped inside, I knew I was ready to make some noise. Everyone was talking about Olive and Kendall—more like gossiping, really. The threads on YikYak, the rumors flying around—everyone was buzzing about what happened after the photo leaked. It felt like the right moment to stir the pot a little more.

I grabbed my drink and made my way to the bar, noticing Olive was already standing with some of her AOII sisters. She looked so put together, so perfect—like nothing had fazed her. But I knew the truth. I had cracked the image she'd worked so hard to keep up, and she didn't even know the half of it yet.

I was getting a kick out of watching the scene unfold. A few girls from AOII were talking about the competition—how badly they'd done—and it was so obvious they were embarrassed. I couldn't resist. I pulled out my phone, casually started posting on YikYak. More jokes about AOII being pathetic, Olive acting all high and mighty despite the mess with Kendall. It felt good, I'd be lying if I said it didn't.

As the night wore on, I saw Matt across the room. *Olive's ex.* The one who had been kicked out of Alpha Sig but somehow managed to worm his way back in. We'd always had a weird thing going on. He wasn't exactly my type, but I liked the way he looked at me. He never looked at me like I was just another girl. Maybe that's why I couldn't resist kissing him right in front of Olive.

She saw us. I could tell by the way her eyes widened when our lips met. It was deliberate. It was messy. And it was exactly what I wanted. She needed to see it—Matt, my lips on his. I wasn't just here for the drama of the photo anymore. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know that I could have everything she once had.

I pulled away from the kiss, my hand still resting on Matt's chest as I looked over at Olive. Her face was a mix of confusion and something else—pain, maybe. It was delicious, watching her squirm, her perfect little world crumbling in front of her.

"Good luck, Olive," I muttered with a smirk before turning away. I didn't need to say anything else. The kiss, the post, it all spoke for me.

But I wasn't done. The next step in my plan was already set in motion. I made sure the entire bar heard me talk about AOII, about how embarrassing it was that they couldn't even handle a simple event like AllSing. I kept pushing the idea that they had screwed up, that Olive was no better than anyone else.

It wasn't just about the photo anymore. It was about breaking her down. Watching the girl who thought she was so perfect fall apart, piece by piece. I didn't care if it made me look bad. As long as I had Matt's attention and I could mess with Olive, I was getting exactly what I wanted.

But then, in the midst of the chaos, I saw it—something I hadn't counted on. Olive, quiet and broken, staring at me from across the room. She hadn't said a word, but her eyes—those eyes—told me everything. I could tell she hated me. She probably despised me more than I could even imagine.

But I wasn't afraid. I didn't regret a thing. If she couldn't keep her secrets safe, then I was going to make sure everyone knew the truth about her. About what she really was.

And if it meant throwing Olive under the bus for a little fun? So be it.