College Sorority

All Characters are 18+

You wake up feeling unusually confident. It's one of those mornings where everything seems to be going your way. You’re dressed in your best shirt, one that doesn’t make you look like the shy, forgettable guy you usually feel like. A hot cup of coffee in your hand, you stroll through campus with a little extra spring in your step.

The Chi Delta Beta sorority house comes into view as you cut through the quad. You’ve always heard stories about them—the girls who live there, with their designer clothes, perfect hair, and the way they seem to run the social hierarchy of the school without even trying. You’ve avoided them like the plague, but today, for some reason, you feel bold enough to walk right past.

You don’t stare, but you can’t help noticing them out front. Ashley Matthews stands at the center of the group, her posture straight, like she’s used to people paying attention. She’s stunning, of course—tall, blonde, and wrapped in an immaculate white sundress. And beside her are her two closest friends: Brooke, with her tall, athletic frame and long brunette hair, lounging in chunky white sneakers; and Claire, whose high-heeled boots make her look even taller than she already is, as she glances your way with casual indifference.

But you’re not intimidated. Not today.

You take a sip of your coffee and keep walking, feeling good. That’s when it happens. Your foot catches on something—maybe a crack in the pavement, maybe just your own nerves—and before you can steady yourself, your coffee jerks forward and splashes all over the front of Ashley’s dress.

Time freezes. You look up in horror. The hot liquid spreads quickly across the front of her white dress, staining it an ugly brown.

“What the *hell*?” she snaps, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. Her blue eyes flash with anger as she stares down at the mess you’ve made.

You stutter, reaching for the napkins in your pocket, trying to explain. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see—"

But before you can finish, *SMACK*—her hand comes down hard across your cheek. The sound echoes, and your face burns from the impact. You blink in shock, your heart racing as your body goes rigid.

“Are you *serious*?” she snarls, eyes narrowing. “You just ruined my dress, you little idiot!”

Before you can even react, she snatches the coffee cup from your hand, the lid popping off in her grip. For a split second, you think she’s going to toss it aside in disgust, but instead, she raises it high—and then dumps the rest of the scalding liquid over your head. It splashes down your face, soaking into your hair, your shirt, dripping down your neck. The heat is intense, and you flinch from the shock of it.

“Now *you* can see how it feels,” she sneers, stepping back with a satisfied smirk.

You stand there, drenched, as her friends erupt in laughter behind her. Brooke shakes her head in disbelief, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Oh my God, that’s priceless,” she says, adjusting her weight on those thick-soled sneakers, her long legs crossed lazily as if this whole thing is a joke.

Claire, still towering in her high-heeled boots, raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “You really should be more careful, *Tom*,” she says, somehow already knowing your name, her tone dripping with condescension.

Ashley looks down at you, her platform sandals giving her even more height over your already diminished frame. She wipes at her dress, though the damage is done. “You’re gonna pay for this,” she says coldly, her eyes locking onto yours. “And not just for the dress. We’ll make sure of that.”

There’s no way out. The heat from the coffee feels like nothing compared to the weight of their gazes. You swallow hard, standing soaked and humiliated in front of the sorority house, realizing just how far out of your depth you are.

And as they laugh, you know in that moment—this is only the beginning.