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The group is the 'it' group. The high-class people. Kelsey, Jenny, Derek, Lincoln and whoever else...they classify to be part of this group. They have this great reputation, but they are really all horrible people. It's totally stereotypical, however, that's the way it is. In the sororities and fraternities, everyone has a chance to get into the 'it' group.
Most people do, but some (including myself) have decided that losing our own individuality isn't worth it. I would rather be an outsider and be true to myself than be a part of their cult or whatever they call it. Surprisingly, Derek doesn't say anything more, letting me disappear up the stairs. My phone starts to ring.
"Yes?"
"Kittteennn. Purr, purr."
Brixton? What the hell?
"Are you drunk?"
"Probably."
"You've only been wherever you are for an hour."
"Just enough time to-"
His voice is cut off by a large burp into the phone.
"Gross, Brixton."
"Sorry, kitten. Can you pick me up?"
"I don't have a car."
"I have keys in my bedroom. I have another car in the garage."
"I'm not going into your frat bedroom. I'm not walking into that house."
"I'm sorry."
"What about Dexter and Nick?"
"They're having sex in the bathroom."
"What room is yours?"
"Just ask one of the guys. I'm at a house in the hills."
"That's not very specific."
"Near Viers' house."
"Where's their house?"
"Readcrest Dr."
"I'll be there soon. I'll probably hear the music."
"Thanks, kitten."
"You owe me. Do you want me to stay on the phone?"
Brixton doesn't answer me, making me groan. I slide back on my shoes and quickly make my way next door.
"Why are you here?"
"Brixton called me to get keys from his bedroom to his car in the garage to pick him up drunk from a party. Move out of my fucking way. I have to go save the idiot."
"Yeah. Let me take you to his room."
"Thank you."
The guy lets me into the house.
"Why did he call you?"
"I'm not sure, but he needs me, so I should probably do what he asks."
"He usually calls me."
"What's your name?"
"Raymond."
"Oh, you talked to Brixton while I was locked in a closet. You told him someone else would let me out."
"Sorry about that."
I roll my eyes as I follow Raymond, cautiously moving up the stairs. I don't want to embarrass myself here. I've already been embarrassed enough. After being locked in a closet.
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RomanceCOMPLETED! Reign Henderson, the loner girl. Thanks to bullying and rumors. After heartbreak and being deemed an outcast, Reign has no idea who she is and where she belongs. Her parents have always decided things for her, like her being in a sorority...
