SS Halloween Special Ch 15

“Well, it’s just, uh,” Elsa babbles, searching for the right words. She’s fucked up, but she also has massive tolerance, and she can potentially keep herself from saying something that she will regret. Potentially. “Well, you know how everyone has a different idea of what CCL is supposed to be, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like all the horny high school guys think we’re supposed to be doing orgies and naked pillow fights. And all the closeted girls think this is like an all-you-can-eat buffet of romance. And the admins think it’s this big fortress of leftism. And all the parents in town think we’re all party crazy **** addicts.” Elsa pauses there with a frown. She holds up a finger. “So, I guess what I’m saying is that the officers right now are doing stuff that’s different from what a lot of us pictured. Like, I’ve heard about some of the stuff that we’ve done in the past for rush and and it sounds amazing. But that’s not what I’ve experienced. And I sound like a creep if I complain about the new initiations, but community service? Come on. That’s already our normal. I haven’t had a Sunday to myself in two years.”

Kayla cocks her head. “So, it’s too much like a normal sorority?”

“It’s not just that. But sure, we can go with that. I mean, if I’d wanted a normal one, I’d have joined a normal one. But CGH won’t even look at your application if you aren’t a starter.”

“Do you play sports?”

“Nope.”

“What do you do for fun?”

“Well, the correct answer is that I draw. The more not bullshit answer is that I smoke weed and watch movies. Sometimes. Sometimes I smoke, draw, and watch.” Elsa frowns. “You know, I never thought about it, but it’s been a while since I just drew. Like with nothing else going on.”

“Your therapist would say that you should do that more,” Kayla predicts.

“Do I seem like I need therapy that bad?”

“We all do.” Kayla takes a drink. “Is that comfortable?”

“No. I procrastinated, and one of our… people here was at Spirit Halloween, so I texted her to get me something, and you know how it is. You trust the wrong person.”

Kayla smiles, and Elsa’s heart skips a beat. “I do know how that is. Who’s the witch?”

“The what now?”

“The witch? In black? Keeps staring at you?”

Elsa looks over her shoulder. Nobody’s staring at her. Does Kayla mean Apple? Elsa doesn’t see her anywhere. “Maybe you mean Apple. She’s kind of a loner.” That’s the kindest way to put it. “We were hanging out earlier. Um, what’s her deal? I don’t know. She’s Scottish or Irish or something. Her cousin drives race cars and is like famous, so. She’s sweet. I hate her.”