SSS 2 - Trust Sal

You stare at Sal hard, then turn back to Linsday. Without realizing it, you have grabbed her by the robe. You let go and sigh.

Someone got Lindsay to do this. You are choosing to believe that person is not Sal. It’s hard to be sure, but there’s enough room for doubt. You know firsthand that sorority girls aren’t always the best about securing their devices.

You check the money and find that it’s all there. You’re glad to have that back, but it’s not enough to let you relax.

“What are you thinking?” Sal asks you as you stare at the texts on Lindsay’s phone, which have come from a number that’s not Sal’s.

“Not sure,” you reply truthfully. You don’t see an angle in this for the Free Gurls, and they wouldn’t have gone about it this way. The University, though? There are people who disapprove of CCL, and by extension anyone that works with them. “Maybe someone’s trying to end our honeymoon.”

Sal shivers. Now that the adrenaline is thinning out, everyone is freezing, including Lindsay. You have no sympathy for her. You do have some respect. You barely know Lindsay, but she’s at least halfway capable. Hiding here had not been a terrible idea, and that sneaking work hadn’t been bad either. Lindsay has some nerve.

“You’d make a good CCL girl,” you tell her.

“I just want to know what’s going on, Meri.”

“You and me both,” you mutter. You shake your head. “Let’s get back. It’s cold in here.”

You find Tanya shivering where you left her, and the three of you return to the room, where you don’t have much of an explanation for your girls.

“What the everloving fuck?” Taytum asks, and you couldn’t have put it better yourself. If this is a prank, it’s one for the ages. That’s a thought. Could this be the Alphas? You regularly collaborate with Gurlberg’s only fraternity, but even though half the girls in CCL are bi, guys aren’t allowed in CCL House. So the relationship between the two organizations isn’t very strong.

CGH is different. They have guys over all the time. In fact, you have a clear memory of hearing Lindsay making some cute noises in the next room while you were spending some quality time with Sal. CGH and the Alphas have much more interaction, with and without clothes on. That’s a thought, although whatever happened tonight seems a bit too sophisticated for those guys.

You look suspiciously at Tanya, who gives you a little wave and a shrug, then leaves the room, presumably to go back to her post. The storm is crazy. Nobody’s leaving tonight, but you don’t care about that. You want answers. But if Sal’s telling the truth, then it doesn’t appear that anyone in this room can give them to you. You’re already thinking about what you’ll do in the morning. You’ll have to start with Stef and Carla. If the club isn’t behind this, they will need to help you find out who is. Just having the money back isn’t good enough. You’re missing something, and that rubs you the wrong way. Your teeth grind. Where did you go wrong?

“Meri,” Sal says, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Relax.”

“I’m relaxed,” you lie, noticing how your girls are all still clinging together in their bed, watching you nervously. OK, so everyone can see how pissed you are. You take a deep breath. Everybody’s safe. You’ve got your money. It’s fine. For now.

“We have cars, not submarines,” Sal says quietly to you.

You nod. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. This shit is crazy,” Sal mutters. “Guess I’ll get a room. And… discipline my little thief. You want to help?”

“Oh, like… pump her for information?” you ask, watching Lindsay’s eyes widen as she hears you say that.

“Yeah. Really pump her,” Sal says.

Lindsay looks appalled and folds her arms defensively. It’s a bit pitiful with her wet hair and sodden robe.

Spend the night with Sal and Lindsay?

Or stay with your girls?

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