Better

Addison's sorority sisters knew that if they went too far, too fast, Addison would be on to them. Despite being a mean, self-centered, materialistic bitch, she was not stupid. They had convinced her a rival sorority was pranking her, but they also knew that they would have to keep crafting that tale to keep it believable.

Addison sat in her music class, fuming at her predicament. She could not focus and half-heartedly took notes on music theory. After class, she called her dad.

"Daddy, they stole all of my clothes!"

"What are you talking about? Who stole your clothes?"

"Bella and the Zetas!"

"Is that some sort of girl band?"

"Da-ad! It's our rival sorority, and that bitch Bella...."

"Language, young lady!"

"Bella has always been jealous of me!"

"Calm down. You're telling me the Zetas sneaked into your house and stole all of your clothes?"

"Yes, daddy, that's what happened? All I have left is some trashy hand-me-downs."

"Addy, if you're telling the truth, then maybe you should see what it's like, but I suspect you got rid of all of your clothes, so I'll have to buy you a whole new wardrobe."

"Daddy!"

"No, you do not need a new wardrobe twice a year. It's time you learned financial responsibility! Make straight A's, and we'll see about getting you a new, limited credit card. Love you!" He hung up.

Addison stamped her feet in a mini temper-tantrum. She huffed off towards the building where her final class for the day was, unaware of how her nipples were poking out the thin material of her top. She glared at the ground as she walked, not seeing the stares of passerby.

Meanwhile, Jocelyn, Beverly, and Leigha were adding weight-gain powder to the smoothie mixture Addison used as meal replacements several times a week. With no workout clothes, they knew should would not be exercising anytime soon, and a slightly plumper body would make it easier for her to burst a seam or two.