Not That Girl

Chapter 2

Monday: Day 1 of hazing.

I was woken up by yet another scream from an upperclassman making me tumble off my bed. Blankets and all. Emily squealed and rushed to my side as we heard other screams.

'If someone wakes me up like that ever again I swear I'll punch them.' I growled as Emily helped me up.

'At least now we know she's a screamer.'

It took me a second to get that before I started laughing. 'Seriously!?'

'Couldn't help it.'

'Of course.' I rolled my eyes, 'What time is it?'

'Five.'

'I hate my life.' I deadpanned.

'Just get dressed.' She said and turned away from me so she could change.

It's a little weird changing in front of someone you just met but we don't really have a choice so Emily and I agreed to turn our backs. It's like school change rooms all over again.

I ended up in loose black shorts and a normal white tee with an orange peace sign on it, Emily was in a petty white sundress with a lace neckline.

'Girly.' I commented with a grin.

'And you look like you're going to play basketball.'

'I do not!'

She ignored me and headed downstairs so I just followed her to the kitchen where the other pledges were congregated waiting for Regina to talk, I noticed I'm the only one not wearing a stupid dress.

'Listen up girls, we've made your breakfast.' I don't like the look on Regina's face. 'Good luck.'

She pointed to the long table that was behind us with eight places set up. A silver dome covered each of the eight plates so we all had to sit down and take a chance. I made sure I sat next to Emily.

'You get what you get and if you leave anything on your plate then you can leave the sorority.' Regina smirked, 'Go ahead.'

I lifted my silver cover to find a bowl of broccoli and asparagus, yuck, I hate this stuff.

The other girls lifted their covers and I saw the red head from yesterday had a plate of raw sliced turnips, another girl was smiling down at the sushi in front of her and the girl next to her glared at the glass of raw eggs she'd gotten. I don't blame her for looking pissed.

Emily nudged me and I spotted the yummy looking bowl of cooked king prawns she'd gotten.

'Help.' She whispered.

'What? You got nice stuff.'

'I'm allergic to seafood.' She panicked.

I looked up to where Regina was listening to a girl whine about how she didn't like snails, I quickly switched my broccoli with her prawns.

'Enjoy.' I whispered.

'Thanks.' She whispered with a surprised look on her face.

'Something wrong?'

'Most girls would've let me get kicked out because it got them closer to getting in.'

'Most girls suck.'

'And you swallow.'

I choked on the prawn in my mouth and glared at her. 'What is it with you and the dirty jokes!?' I whispered.

She just smirked at me pretending to suck a broccoli stem.

After our terror of a breakfast we were told to go to our rooms like little kids so I decided to unpack the rest of my clothing and sort out all my school books. Emily hung up about a hundred dresses in her closet and then sat on her bed with a laptop open to Tumblr. She's such a girl it scares me.

About an hour later there was a knock at our door and Melissa popped in, 'Hey, I need to interview you both.'

'Really?' Em groaned, she probably just doesn't want to go off Tumblr.

'Just be glad it's not my sister.' Her tone had changed from sweet to hard and business like.

She took a seat at my desk so Em and I just stayed on our beds and waited for her to start.

'So, full names?'

'Veronica Louise Rochester but everyone calls me Ronny.'

'Emily Van Niekerk.'

'Rochester? Like the huge shipping company?' She was getting excited.

'Yeah, my dad owns it.' I wanted to avoid talking about this.

'So you're loaded.'

'My dad's loaded. Next question?'

'Are either of you dating anyone?'

'Nope.'

'I wish.' Only Emily.

'So, do you have a job?'

We both just shook our heads.

'Good, Kappa girls are above work, we party.'

'Okay then.' Guess she got the snobby rich girl gene.

'Sounds fun.' Emily said happily but I could see she was a little apprehensive.

'So, do you own track suits, sweat shirts or anything orange?' She didn't wait for the answer, 'Burn it.'

She got up, flicked her hair and walked out without another word.

I flopped down on the bed, 'I hate those weird, crazy girls.'

'I think Melissa and Samantha are just doing what that bitchy blonde told them.'

'Regina?'

'I think she stepped straight out of Mean Girls.'

'Let me guess, one of your favorite movies?'

'Shut up, I'm a girl unlike you.'

I threw a pillow at her head. Right on target!