The first rule of Psi Delta’s annual “War Games” was simple: Never trust a Theta . The second rule, printed in embossed gold on the back of each pledge’s recruitment pamphlet, was: Especially if she smiles first.
And for the first time that morning, Chloe laughed. She’d come to Blackwood for a degree. But she’d found something better: a war she never knew she wanted to win, and an enemy who made it worth fighting.
“I know where I’m going,” Chloe lied. Sorority Wars
But Chloe didn’t stop. While the others shrieked and slipped in the goo, she sprinted the long way around the lake, up the fire escape of the Theta house, and into the attic. There, hanging from a chandelier like a taunt, was the purple owl flag.
Then she turned and vanished into the fog. The first rule of Psi Delta’s annual “War
“Theta Tau has taken the flag three years running,” said Margot, the Psi Delta captain, a senior with a razor-sharp bob and a whistle hanging from her neck like a war medal. “They cheat. They lie. They hide the flag in their bras , Chloe. Last year, we found it taped under a toilet lid in their house. This year, we end them.”
The bushes broke her fall. Branches scraped her arms. But she rolled out onto the main lawn, flag streaming behind her, just as the campus clock struck nine—the official end of the game. She’d come to Blackwood for a degree
Trapped. No phone. And somewhere below, Lena’s laugh echoed up the stairs.