Feedie, and Sherpa

Thanks for the discussion in the comments. I love hearing what you guys have to say. Always helps me get into the headspace of the readers, and view things more critically. I know most of you wanted Climbing Gear, but the money has spoken. I haven't decided on who The Sherpa should be, so give me your ideas and opinions in the comments!

“Who was that?” I asked Trisha, once she closed the door.

She shrugged. “Her name’s Marcy, she was asking about some food I have in the fridge.”

Marcy and Veronica…

“I haven’t seen her around.”

“She’s new.” Trisha sat down on her bed. “Pledged at the start of the semester.”

I looked around Trisha’s room. Not much had changed since I’d been here last. She shared it with her roommate, so half the place was plastered with pictures of people I did not know, and books for classes I did not take.

"So…” She flattened out the lap of her skirt, and looked up at me. “What did you want to talk about?”

Honestly, I wanted to talk about the two criminals that were shacking up at Kappa House. I’d suddenly gotten a lot more interested in that half of my story. What if more of the girls here were involved? What if Laura was involved? I had to investigate. This could ruin the whole sorority! “Well, I don’t know if you noticed the bandage on my chest.”

“Hard to miss.”

“Right.” I suppose I had been waving it around, just a few minutes ago. “I have it because I was attacked last night.”

“What?” She got to her feet, suddenly full of care and concern. “You were? By who?”

I’d known this woman for a while, and from what I could tell, she was being genuinely concerned. Which was a weight off of my shoulders. I didn’t want to have to consider, that she would ever hurt me. “I have no idea, I was drugged, and branded, eh, it was a whole thing.”

“Fuck, that sounds awful. Did you go to the police?”

“Eeeh, I would of, but you know cops.”

“Right.” She nodded her head, and made a gesture that seemed to sum a few hundred years of history. “Well, I’m truly sorry that something happened to you.”

“Thanks,” I gave her a slight smile. “It just got me thinking about you, and us I guess.”

She crossed her arms, kind of defensive. “And?” You see she hadn’t had a problem with our setup. As far as she was concerned I was a judgemental lib, who chose righteous indignation over a relationship, which was reasonably true. If there was any blame to be had in us falling apart, she didn’t see it in herself.

That made me angry. Not that she was wrong, but that she was being such a goddamn good sport. "Well, there is no ‘and’. I haven't come to any realizations, or you know... big ideas. I was just missing you is all."

This came from nowhere, but maybe it was the right place. It was an absurd admission, given how I usually avoided getting close to people, but she was different. And though I knew it to be true, I still wasn't expecting that vague feeling in my heart to be translated into words.

"That's kind of sweet." She admitted, tilting her head to the side. "And kind of cowardly." She tilted her head to the other side. "I've missed you too, and yes I'm incredibly single right now. But you can't just say you miss me, and act like things will work out this time."

You have to keep in mind, that I actually had no interest in picking this relationship back up, I'd only come here for Laura. But... I could feel my old wounds opening up, and I just loved fighting with people. "I mean, we're more mature now right? Haven’t you missed me?"

She rolled her eyes. "That remains to be seen. Besides, no matter how mature we might be, I'm still not mature enough to overlook you calling me a race traitor."

I sighed. "I never called you that."

"But you think it."

I sighed again, I did think it. I didn't want to lie, so I instead made a distressed sound, and twisted my body into an uncomfortable shape. "They're called useful idiots."

"So I'm an idiot?"

"A useful idiot!" I tried to backtrack. "It just means that you're helping an enemy power, without full awareness of it."

"And who's the enemy? The Kappas?"

I shrugged. "Well sure, but racism, and authoritarianism is more what I was thinking."

"Bryce." She looked at me like I was a neurotic idiot. "It's a sorority house."

Sure, it was. "That doesn't mean it shouldn't have any standards. You should demand more of anything you're a member of. This house produces villians."

"Yep, i'm starting to remember why we broke up." She stood before me. She looked like she had a few months to sort out her feelings on the matter, and had prepared something just in case this event were to happen. "Since you've never bothered asking me why I'm in Kappa, let me tell you. Being a Kappa means three things. Guaranteed position at an alum's law firm, which means eventual partner, which means I become a judge. Okay? So I'm sorry, but you can not feel, and talk me into destroying my career, just so you feel like you can date me morally."

"So you admit that dating you would be immoral for me."

"Get out."

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I won’t deny that, that whole situation had gone poorly, but sometimes I just can’t help my big stupid mouth. I won’t claim that I’m completely on the right of this situation. It is vile as shit to judge your partner as harshly as I judged/ judge Trisha for being a Kappa. And that’s all I have to say on the situation, you already know my other opinion on the matter.

Once I was thrown out onto the law, and banished from Kappa House once more (Oh no, how will I ever survive?) I opened up my phone and explored the app. I saw that Hannah had given up on me, and left a nasty message saying as much. Good for her, a real man is on time and punctual and never keeps a lady waiting.

I went over her traits one more time, and eventually landed on Feedie. I don’t want to contribute to a stereotype too much, but I like thick girls. Plus she was asian, which practically made her a white tiger in the bbw community. This could be fun.

I started walking away from Kappa House, already formulating a plan for Hannah, a girl for whom I held zero interest until now. I then pulled up Laura’s traits and gave them a look for the first time too. I was unsure of what a personal upgrade would look like, and whether it would even be useful. That Sherpa trait on the other hand was pretty tasty.

What If I chose her dad, or a teacher, or one of the disgusting frat boys she dated? Without even knowing it, they’d be earning me more and more points on the girl. Then again, I could always introduce Brandy to the game, and have a partner in crime… man, this app was better than video games!

I Chose the Sherpa Trait for Laura and headed into town. The day was still young, and I still had so much to learn about this thing.