Angela's POV (Con't) "This is your room," Sasha nodded. "Your stuff's here already." I nodded. "Your roommate, Becky, is so great. You'll love her. She's so great. And she's real, which is important because, well, there are just so many fake girls in this house." "Oh," I sighed. Sasha left and closed the door. I emptied my clothes suitcase and put my picture of me and Jeremy on my nightstand. I opened the suitcase on the foot of my bed and removed the KKZ camera bears Arman put on top of my gadgets. I grabbed one of the passports and looked at it. "I'm Tiffany Hillburn." "Hey y'all!" a girl walked in. I closed the suitcase. "How'd that sound? I've been working on that accent since last year. I nodded. "I'm Becky Slouchski." "Tiffany Hillburn," I smiled as we shook hands. "I see you've met Sasha," Becky nodded. "You know, she's really like that and unmedicated." I looked at her. "Did she drop the modeling thing?" "Oh yeah, Croatia," I sighed as I sat down. "It's Paris in 1947." "I know what you're thinking," Becky nodded as she sat down on her bed. "My mother was a Kappa so she makes me a legacy, which means they have to let me in." I chuckled. "So, how'd you get into Kappa, Tiffany Hillburn." "The FBI arranged it," I nodded. "You're funny," Becky nodded. I decided to tour the campus a little bit. I saw a familiar bike and walked up to it. "You like it?" asked the guy. "Triumph?" I asked. "It's rad." "1972," he nodded. "Restored it myself." I looked at the guy. "Hello." "Oh my god, Jeremy," I whispered. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Hotch put me undercover to make sure you're safe," Jeremy nodded as he pointed to his ear. "I'm Nicholas." I nodded. "Not many girls would know this bike." "I'm not like many girls and you know that," I replied. "Well, I gotta run but I'll see you around." It got pretty late so I went back to the sorority house. We were getting our makeup done in our jammies. "Oh God." "Wait, what was your name again?" Cotton asked me. "Tiffany," I nodded. "You can call me Tiff for short." "What do you want more than anything in the world?" Cotton asked. "That's a little but hard," I sighed. "Of course, I do want a family of my own, even though many say I'm too young for one." I looked at the girls. "A career to do with my major and a pearl white Bentley." Alex walked in. "A lot nicer than the Camp Wakka-Wakka bathrooms," Alex smiled as she picked up the straightener next to me and straightened her hair a bit. "I like that," I pointed at her necklace. "It was a gift," Alex nodded. "It's really pretty," I nodded. I looked at all the girls. "Why is this so important to them?" "Well, because, this is their world," Alex nodded. "Used to be mine...I'm sorry. I'm being totally cynical." I sighed. "I'm sure you'll love the pageantry, but the real world comes and gets us all at some point, you know?" "Yeah, I know," I nodded. She looked at me. "More than you would understand." I got pushed from behind and spilled the nail polish on Alex's shirt by accident. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Alex." "What did you do?" Alex asked. It got quiet. "My shirt is ruined. This was my special Kappa Kappa Zeta T-shirt. And you've ruined it." I sighed. She smiled and flipped her hair. "Like OMG! I'm totally messing with you." We all laughed as she walked through the room. "Are you making fun of me?" Taylor asked. "I am," Alex nodded and walked out. I got on a white dress and went to my room. I turned on my laptop. I had to make sure my hidden cameras were working. "Okay," I sighed. "Let's see if we're up and running." The cameras were working perfectly and I saw the girls. "I'm late." I closed my laptop. "Here we go."
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