Nevaeh

The storm is crazy.

The night is crazier, apparently.

You are NEVAEH, a new pledge with CCL, a notorious sorority that is well known for its pro-sex, feminist exploits.

CCL isn’t always easy to be a part of, but you love it more than anything. Your life has been hard, and there’s a lot that you are not proud of, but nobody in CCL judges. Everyone is there to enjoy life and be themselves.

You love that.

But right now, things aren’t normal. Earlier tonight there was an initiation for Delilah and Rey. You aren’t sure what happened with that, but now you and everyone else are gathered in the TV room. Amy’s saying something about girls missing, and telling you that everyone has to go to their rooms. It’s not even that late yet. Why do you have to go to bed?

You aren’t ready for bed. You’re actually still wearing the same boyshorts and tanktop that you were when Elsa was giving you your tattoo. As pleasurable as that experience was, and as happy as you are with the tattoo, you are still very worked up. You were kind of expecting to, well, spend the night with Elsa.

But apparently not. Apparently, the sexy part of the tattoo process really was just her trying to give you a tattoo. She wasn’t trying to get laid. It kind of hurts your feelings, because you… might have a big crush on Elsa, to be honest.

Anyway, you aren’t ready for bed. You need to clean up and put on clean undies at the very least.

Kylie stands beside you, listening to Amy speak to the others.

“What’s she on about?” she whispers to you.

“No idea,” you say. Hailee missing? Of course she’s missing. Hailee’s the hottest little cheerleader type you ever met in your life. It’s like she stepped straight out of Euphoria into the real world and…

You stop being jealous. You will never be like Hailee, and you have to accept that.

But of course they’re worried. Would anyone notice if you disappeared? Probably not.

“You got plans?” Kylie asks you in her sexy, Australian accent.

“I thought your plans were with Beth,” you reply. Everyone knows that Kylie and Beth have been fooling around a lot.

“She’s done practicing on me for tonight,” Kylie says. “She didn’t get me off.”

“Practicing?” You look over at her, baffled.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Hey!” you squeak as Kylie pinches your rear. She’s wearing the cutest little red shorts and tank combo. Kylie’s every bit as much the hot, cheerleader type as Hailee, but she’s still different. She treats everyone the same way. Officers, pledges, boys, girls. She’s pretty cool, and not just because you’ve smoked weed with her lots of times.

“You got plans?” she repeats.

“You trying to fuck me?” you ask her bluntly.

“No, I’m trying to have some company,” she replies.

You see Beth going off with the other officers. You don’t quite understand, but OK. Sure. All you were going to do since Elsa bailed on you was go back to your room and read some lewd stories online while humping a pillow or something. It’s not that you default to being horny, but it’s because of Elsa. That tattoo process was… amazing. You need relief.

“Go to your rooms,” Olivia is saying in a warning tone.

The other girls are beginning to disperse.

Huh. You do notice a few people missing. Hailee’s not around, and Rey, and…

Kylie pinches your ass again. “Come on.” She takes your hand and pulls you away. You follow her, because why not? CCL is all about just going with it.

She pulls you into the kitchen, which is quiet and dark. The oven is off. Dorothy is done for the night. You saw her a second ago. What’s she going to do? Doesn’t matter.

Kylie takes you to CCL house’s back door.

“Oh, no,” you say.

“Oh, yes,” Kylie replies, opening it.

“But it’s raining like crazy,” you complain.

Kylie obviously wants to go to the treehouse. There is only one reason that she would want to go there in this terrible weather: the weed that you’re keeping there. You dutifully don’t keep it in CCL house because of the rules, but you do need to light up once or twice a week to stay sane.

You know that Kylie likes you because you have the good stuff. It doesn’t hurt your feelings. You understand completely.

But there’s a fucking storm. Is she serious?

“I don’t want to get wet,” you say honestly, gazing out at the rain.

“What? Come on, it’s nothing,” she says, walking straight out through the door.

“Are you crazy?” you ask.

“A little,” she replies, whipping off her top. Before you can even say anything, she pushes her shorts down. In a second her lithe, tanned body is completely exposed. She backs out into the rain, beckoning to you.

Kylie must… really want to get high.

Go with her to the treehouse?

Or say no to ****?