You wait all day

You remain on your knees, the rough grass scratching against your skin as you wait outside the sorority house, the weight of your embarrassment heavy on your shoulders. The sun climbs higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the yard, but the warmth feels distant, overshadowed by the chill of rejection hanging in the air.

Each minute stretches into an eternity as you sit there, hoping against hope that they might change their minds. You can hear the sounds of laughter and chatter coming from inside, the girls enjoying their day while you remain an outsider, **** for their approval. Your heart races with anticipation every time you hear the door creak or a voice call out, but each time it’s just another group of sorority sisters heading out, oblivious to your plight.

“Please,” you whisper to yourself, but the only response is the rustle of leaves in the breeze. You try to compose your thoughts, to convince yourself that you deserve this humiliation, but the aching desire to belong gnaws at you. You shift your position, trying to ease the discomfort in your knees, but it’s no use. Every movement serves as a reminder of how far you’ve fallen.

Hours pass, and the sun begins to dip low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the yard. You spot Ashley through the window, her laughter echoing through the glass, surrounded by her friends. Your heart sinks even further. She looks so carefree, so powerful, and it only amplifies your sense of helplessness.

“Hey, loser!” Claire’s voice suddenly breaks through your thoughts as she steps outside, flanked by Brooke and Ashley. They stand in a line, arms crossed and faces lit with amusement, looking down at you with mocking expressions. “Still here? We thought you’d give up by now.”

You feel your cheeks flush with humiliation as you shift on your knees. “I just want to talk,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Talk?” Ashley scoffs, stepping forward with a smirk. “You think you’ve earned the right to talk to us after how you acted?” She takes a moment to look you up and down, clearly relishing the sight of your humiliation. “You’re lucky we haven’t called campus security on you.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words catch in your throat. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better,” you plead, **** for a glimmer of sympathy. “Just let me in.”

Brooke leans down, her eyes narrowing as she studies your face. “You think saying you’re sorry is enough? You need to understand that you’re not in charge here, and you never will be.”

Claire steps closer, her heels clicking against the pavement as she crosses her arms. “You made a fool of yourself, and you think we’d just forget about that? You need to learn your lesson.”

The laughter of the other sorority sisters drifts out into the yard, and you feel the sting of tears threatening to spill over. “I can be better,” you say, your voice cracking. “Just give me a chance.”

Ashley rolls her eyes, her smile wide and mocking. “We’ve given you enough chances, Tom. Why would we let you in now? You need to prove you’re worth our time. And right now? You’re not.”

They take a step back, standing together as a united front, their presence looming over you like an unyielding wall. You’re struck by the realization that they derive pleasure from your suffering, their enjoyment evident in the way they revel in your submission.

“Maybe you should just stay out here,” Claire adds, tilting her head with a condescending smile. “It suits you. Look at you—begging and crawling like a little puppy. It’s almost cute.”

“Yeah, so pathetic,” Brooke chimes in, her laughter ringing like bells. “I mean, who does that? You must really want to be our pet.”

You drop your gaze to the ground, feeling utterly defeated. “I’ll do anything,” you murmur, but the words are lost in the laughter that erupts around you. They clearly have no intention of letting you inside, no matter how much you plead.

As the sun sets, the chill in the air grows, but you remain kneeling, hoping for a shift, a sign that they might relent. But the reality is stark: you’re trapped outside, alone, and at their mercy. You feel like a forgotten plaything, abandoned by those you crave approval from, while they continue their day without a second thought for you.

The laughter continues from inside, a cruel reminder of your isolation. You close your eyes, letting the moment wash over you, embracing the humiliation that envelops you. This is your new reality, and as hard as you try to fight it, something deep inside whispers that you’re exactly where you belong—outside looking in, forever yearning for their acceptance.