Erin
“I can’t believe this will be your last initiation,” I say to Siomara, hugging one of her chevron square pillows close to my chest. “You’re graduating, G-Big. That’s insane.”
Siomara smiles, her white teeth blazing against her dark Spanish skin. “I still have a couple of months.”
“It’s just crazy,” I whisper, shaking my head. “And then you’ll be president, Big.” I turn to Kelsey. Her soft grin spreads into a full-blown smile and she looks to Siomara.
“If I get voted in.”
“Like it’s even a question.” Kelsey has been training for this moment since she became a KKB sister.
Regardless of the fact that everyone in our Greek family line for the past seven years has been president, Kelsey is literally the only candidate for the position.
She’s incredibly driven, smart, and talented.
If anyone can lead our sorority and make it even better than it is now, it’s her.
“Speaking of which, how do you feel about our newest family addition, Ex?” Siomara asks.
“She’s really sweet. Quiet, kind of shy, but when she’s around Skyler she seems to open up.”
“Have you had the chance to connect with her one on one?”
My mouth pulls to the side. “Honestly, I’ve been so busy I really haven’t.”
“Erin,” Kelsey scolds me. “She’s your Grand Little. Don’t you want to have the same relationship with her that you have with Siomara?”
“Ugh, I suck,” I groan. “Sometimes I get so wrapped up in all the event planning that I forget to be a good friend. Or in this case, a good Grand Big.”
Siomara pats my back sympathetically. “Don’t let yourself drown in the logistics of it all. At the end of the day, this is still college and these four years are supposed to be full of amazing fun. Don’t let friendship fall second to leadership.”
“Wow, so deep, Big,” Kelsey teases. Siomara sticks her tongue out and continues making notes in our initiation guidebook.
“Just make some time for her, okay? She’s new to all this. Once we initiate her, she’ll be a sister for life. Help her understand what an awesome thing that is,” Siomara adds. I nod and we get back to work, prepping everything for the ceremony and the celebration after.
Maybe it’s the Greek family line I was brought into or maybe it’s just my inherent nature to always be a super nerd, but our sorority ceremonies have always been close to my heart.
I love planning them, and I love seeing new sisters experience them even more.
There’s something magical when we’re all singing or reciting principles that were founded more than one-hundred years ago that gives me chills.
So many people judge Greek life and claim it’s “buying friends”.
If only they were open-minded enough to see what it’s really about.
Friendship.
Family.
Scholarship.
Community.
And so much more.
Taking Siomara’s advice, I text the girls and ask them all to meet me at Ralph’s when we finish initiation practice. I’m applying the last bit of liner to my button-shaped brown eyes when my phone rings.
“Hey Mom,” I answer, putting her on speaker phone so I can finish up my makeup. My medium-length blonde hair is a tangled mess so I pull it up into a high pony and let a few strands hang, framing my face.
“Erin, dear, how are you?” My mom’s voice is like a mixture of milk and honey – smooth, with a thick southern drawl.
“I’m well. I’m actually about to head out with the girls, can I give you a call tomorrow?”
“Please tell me you’re behaving in a lady-like manner, Erin Xander,” she warns. “You don’t want to get yourself a reputation.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I suck my lips between my teeth and think before responding. “I have a great reputation on campus, Mom. Don’t worry.”
“I hope so. For how much your father and I donate to the school, you know you have eyes on you at all times. And let’s not forget you’ll be a senior next year.
” Her voice trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish the sentence for me to pick up what she’s implying.
My parents expect me to find a “suitable man” to date by next year so I can be engaged right after I graduate.
I want law school, they want an MRS degree – Mrs. Rich Ass Doctor.
“Mom, you know I’m going to be president, which means I’ll be here an extra semester. And regardless of how you and Dad try to ignore me when I say it, I want to go to law school.”
“Oh Erin,” she says with a sad sigh. “You’re much too pretty to be a lawyer.”
I don’t even try to argue. “I have to go, Mom. Talk soon.”
“Okay, darling. Kisses.”
Suddenly, my need for a drink escalates from an eight to an eleven.
My parents are from what I’ve always known as “old money”.
They both come from rich parents who also come from rich parents.
None of the women in my family have ever worked a day in their life, unless you count fitness and party-hosting as work.
My mom was hesitant to even entertain my idea of getting a degree at all, but conceded only when she realized I’d probably need to go to college if I wanted to meet a doctor or an entrepreneur.
I may be the only girl in the country whose parents would be disappointed if I passed the BAR.
When I get to Ralph’s, Skyler, Cassie, Bo, and Jess are already waiting at a back table. It’s happy hour, so I slide up to the bar and grab a cheap plastic cup filled with beer before heading back to them.
Mother would be so proud.
“Let me guess,” I say, chugging half my beer before taking a seat next to Bo. “Lei was busy again?”
“We shouldn’t be worried, right?” Skyler asks, her brows furrowed.
“Why would we be?” Jess challenges. We all turn to Skyler, waiting. She looks uneasy, like maybe she said something she shouldn’t have.
Shrugging us off, she grabs her drink and lifts it to her lips. “I don’t know. No reason. I’m just being weird.”
No one pushes the subject, but when I see Jess sketchily glaring at some bald guy across the room, I decide it’s the perfect time to call her out. “Speaking of weird, what’s going on with you and teacher guy?” I waggle my brows and Jess groans.
“He’s annoying.”
“Oh?” Bo chimes in. “So you’re not into him anymore?”
“Oh I’m still very into him.”
We all exchange blank stares.
“He’s annoying because he won’t go the fuck away.
” She groans. “I’m not allowed to have him, yet he has to look sexy as hell in class every day and then he somehow happens to party at the same bars, too.
I mean really,” she dramatically gestures toward where the bald guy she was just staring at is seated at the bar.
I guess that’s Jarrett. “How unfair is it that he looks that good right now and I’m three drinks past buzzed? ”
“Just go talk to him,” Skyler urges, being her normal, confident self. “I mean seriously, he probably wants to bone, too.”
“No way,” Jess argues, shaking her head. “You should see the pained looks he gives me in class. Like I’m the biggest regret he has and he’s just waiting for my ticking time bomb to go off and expose his shit.”
We all fall silent, unsure of how to argue that. If I were Jarrett, I’d be worried about Jess blabbing, too. He has more to lose. He has everything to lose.
Suddenly, a wide grin breaks out on Bo’s face. “Well look who decided to show.”
Ashlei gives her a pointed look. “Talking shit about me, girls?”
“Always,” Skyler jokes, cheersing Ashlei’s fresh cup of beer. “Looks like you have some catching up to do again.”
“Well,” she concedes, lifting her cup as we all do the same. “I guess it’s a good thing I like a challenge.”