Curse Begins

Madison ordered a large chai latte and Chloe did as well. After getting their drinks, they headed to a small table in the corner. As she went to sit down, Madison's feet somehow got tangled, and she spun and sat on the chair. As she fell, she clenched her latte and the lid popped off, and the drinks spilled all on her lap, getting all over her skirt.

"Fuck me!" she said loudly.

"Language!" said Chloe.

"Bite me!" said Madison. "This is a $90 skirt!" She got up and stormed into the ladies room. She locked the door behind her. The ladies room was small. Just a toilet and a pedestal sink with a mirror above it. Madison removed her skirt and ran some water in the sink. She soaked the front of her skirt. She looked at the hand dryer and sighed. She thought she could dry her skirt. As she tried to rinse the latte stain, her phone went off in the purse slung over her shoulder. She checked the number. It was Professor Henderson, dean of Greek life. She sighed and answered it. "Hello?"

"Madison, we have a problem," said Professor Henderson.

"What now?"

"Apparently you hazed a freshman. Got her drunk, left her naked on a frat house porch," said the professor.

"Oh fuck!" muttered Madison. "Who told you that?! It's a lie!"

"Nevertheless," said Ms. Henderson. "There needs to be an investigation. Can you come to my office in an hour?"

"I guess so," said Madison.

"Thank you," said Professor Henderson.

Madison hung up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said. She wondered her rattted her out. She could get expelled for this. She had to think fast. She knew she could get Chloe to lie for her and maybe some of the other girls, but she also thought about how some of her sorority sisters were jealous prudes. She sighed, unlocked the door to the ladies room and walked out as a young girl pushed past her.

Madison heard the door slam and the dead bolt latch. She then looked down and noticed she had forgotten about her skirt, and her lacy pink thong as the only thing below her shirt, which only came down to just past her belly button. She turned and tried the door, but it was locked. She pounded on it. "Open the fucking door!" she yelled.

Her pounding and yelling drew the attention of the cafe, and now everyone was staring at her. She spun around and tried to pull her shirt down lower. She noticed some people were even filming her or taking photos of her. She burned with anger and humiliation.