Fall From Grace

Chapter Eighteen

Things are really picking up the pace, hope ya'll are ready!

Chapter Eighteen

I've been pacing in my room to about an hour now I think Sterling might throw something at me to get me to stop. He was the first person I called after I snapped out of that fugue state I was in. I have not however snapped out of the shock.

"I called them a cult." I say to myself, not directed at Sterling but of course he is there so he is listening. "I meant it ironically, but what if it isn't ironic? What if Delta Zeta is literally a cult."

"Aza Grace, you need to stop pacing."

"I looked them up you know, and there is a literal article talking about how culty Delta Zeta is. They have initiations just like the Mystery Cults, candles and tasks and holy shit did I let my best friend just move in with a fucking murderous cult?!"

"Do not jump to that conclusion just yet."

"I'm freaking out, can you tell I am freaking out? I'M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT."

"Agapi," Sterling grabs me, forcing me to stop pacing. "You need to breathe."

While I waited for Sterling to get here, I researched the shit out of sororities as cults. I also looked further into Elusian cults and learned next to nothing about it because the literature was not understable which is extremely alarming. I found this unsettling video comparing sororities to cults that honestly convinced me that I should go over there and drag Vivian out. Apparently it is a common thing to joke about, so maybe there is some truth to it.

Maybe I am not crazy about this.

"I can't breathe Sterling." I sit down next to him, "I just had the biggest fight I've ever had with my best friend, and I've lost her."

"You have not lost her." He tries to reassure me, but no amount of reassurance will make me feel better right now.

Maybe I could talk to Cal. I'm sure he'll be able to help me smooth things over, she slept at his house last night, so she must not be mad at him. Just me.

"Can we just go to the forest and investigate something, anything to distract me or make me feel better?" I ask, feeling utterly lost.

"I am not sure what that would accomplish but it it will easy your mind, we can do this."

"Okay, let me get dressed."

Sterling waits outside, like a gentleman, and I put on warm clothes. It is next to freezing outside today, but I don't care. I also don't care if Sterling and I left on awkward terms last time we saw each other. He is the only person I have right now.

I've got on a hat, and scarf, and an extra jacket under my winter coat so that we can stay out for as long as possible. Sterling on the other hand is wearing nothing on top of his leather jacket but does not seem to be affected by the frigid weather in the slightest.

"Are you Russian?" I ask him, what probably seems to be like a random question. Keeping myself distracted.

"Sorry, what?"

"You don't seem to be fazed by the cold, at all. I was wondering if it were maybe in your DNA or something."

"I am actually Greek." He answers.

"You are joking right?" I stop short.

"No...?" Sterling answers.

"I can't believe I didn't know that."