Sororities (NaNoWriMo)

Chapter 11

Recap from Chapter 10:

I ran into my room, when I noticed Angel and her cliche posse walking down the hall. I shut the door, breathing heavily as I heard the clicks of shiny pink heels, growing louder and louder with each click. Time to write, I thought to myself, pulling out my laptop. I pulled up Wattpad, clicking a new story and writing “Perfect College”. It was time. 

Chapter 1

Angel’s POV

I knocked on the door of a freshman, “Alex Conley”, and when she answered, I handed her a packet of birthday money. It contained 100,000 dollars. She gasped, taking the money without further hesitation. I walked down 3 flights of stairs and knocked on the door of Jane, another freshman. She answered and I kicked her in the face, making her nose bleed. The police came and took her to jail. 

Then there was the moment of truth, Save and Publish. I clicked the button, that lit up the ‘Published’ button green. At that moment, my door was knocked on. I ran to the door, to see Angel, holding an envelope. 

All’s fair in love and war. 

Angel handed it to me, and I took it without hesitation. Inside was $100,000, just like in the book. Angel left and after a little bit, I heard screaming and sirens, most sounding like Jane, being overdosed in pain. Don’t steal my man. 

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I happily walked back into my room, knowing Jane would probably not return for the next couple months, a perfect amount of time to defeat Ms. Vlaydon and reclaim my boyfriend. 

My computer was flashing symbols of 100 votes, 10 comments and 1,000 reads. 

@averyreiling: Post more. I want to hear about Angel, kicking butt. 

@aNoNyMoUs: This is so kick-***. 

@nataliamikells: Is this a true story???

I started to type out Chapter Two with sure defiance of getting my boyfriend back. 

Chapter Two

Jack’s POV

She is beautiful, Alex Conley. I am so lucky to have her as my girlfriend.

I walked up to her room, through a secret back entrance. She was waiting there for me, looking with hope in her eyes. We kissed. I apologized for breaking up with her and we kissed more. Due to it almost being night time, she fell asleep on my chest. 

I heard shoes, walking through the back entrance. It was Jack. We kissed, and soon my straightened hair was laying on his chest. I went to sleep, thinking happy thoughts about this magic deal and how it could work out in the long run. I gently hummed ‘Some Nights’ and Jack started, before we both fell asleep. 

The next morning, I realize I was late to class, and so was everyone else. When the girls got to the door, we noticed a closed sign, and classes cancelled for the entire month. You would think we would be sad and find someone else to teach. Nope, we were happy. For most girls, this was their only class. This college was awesome. 

Jack seemed curious, searching around the parking lot and the library, when I showed up behind him. 

“Who are you looking for?” I asked, feeling perky at that moment. He flipped around and rubbed his elbows nervously. 

“You, of course.” He said, scratching the back of his head, looking like he was meeting someone I wasn’t supposed to know about. 

“Aw, Alexandria darling. How are you today?” Ms. Vlaydon spoke her terrible spooky Dracula voice. She crept up like a snake. Just like the comparison Kimberly made. Do they have one head?

“Leave me alone, Wicked Witch of the West.” I spat at her, with all the hatred and commentary that had built up inside over the past two years. She came up next to my ear, before yelling at a sophomore, who was smoking a cigarette. 

“I don’t go away with just a bucket of water.” She whispered, sending shivers down my spinal cord. I hate her, and as soon as she walked off, Jack ran in the opposite direction. Out into the middle of a busy street. 

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He stood there, and time seemed to stand still. His chocolate brown hair was swishing off to one side, with the wind blowing directly in his face. His eyes, the color of dark chocolate, the type he got me for Valentines’ Day last year, were blinking ever so slowly. He was about to kill himself. 

“NO!” I screamed, before running at him, right before a Chevy pickup truck. Luckily, it didn’t hit him. It knocked him over a bit, but didn’t full on hit him. It hit me, sending me, flipping and twirling on the cool pavement. The last thing I saw was the black charcoal marks and heard screams and laughing from Sally F. Vlaydon. 

I woke up in the hospital, Jack peering over my “sleeping” face. I opened my eyes, sensing a baked apple pie, helping my nose get on full alert. I was about to get up, when I realized I was in a hospital gown. Jack nudged me back into bed. 

“You can’t walk yet, silly.” He muttered, leaning his head down to kiss my lips. He was cold, with fright. Probably almost watching his girlfriend run into the path of a truck sorta scarred him. He’s just glad I didn’t die. 

“You sir are a bad boy. Will you please feed me some of that apple pie?” I asked, talking like the Queen of England. He went over, and instead of letting me have some, he took a small bite. I stuck my tongue out at him. 

“Oh great, I don’t get any food for saving your life.” I turned away from him, and after hearing a snicker, I turned back. Oh yes, I have a hospital gown and Jack just saw my butt. 

“You pervert!” I threw one of the pillows the hospital gave me to hug, and it hit him square in the face. He went back a couple inches and looked wide-eyed. 

“Here’s your apple pie, Conley.” He muttered, still realizing the fact that he got hit in the face by a girl. I playfully made a funny face, and for the first time in 30 days, he smiled. Wow, why have I been keeping track?

The doctor came in later, just in the middle of our joking conversation. He looked weirdly at us and handed me a note, then picking up my clothing from the seat next to me. 

“You are free to leave. You will need to grab your crutches on the way out though, due to the car tire quickly running over your foot. I will leave now,” The doctor told me, looking through a packet of papers on a brown clipboard. I got up, receiving help from a pretty nurse, who was ogled at by many males, and my boyfriend, who was also ogling. I pinched him on his side, before grabbing my crutches and sort of hopping to the elevator. 

I walked into the side of the car, the passenger side. When I got in, Jack put his head in the open driver window. 

“So, Ms. Alex Conley is giving up her authority? Who are you, and what have you done with my beautiful girlfriend?” He asked me, giving a complement of sarcasm. 

“Your beautiful girlfriend has a broken foot, after saving your little butt. I don’t think you want me driving.” I sarcastically replied, and patted the driver seat. He reluctantly sat down and backed out of the parking lot, with the unsure ease of me, being Ms. Authority again. Maybe I will, or maybe I won’t. (dun dun DUN)