“Babygirl, I can't believe you are leaving us today!” He throws his arms around me and hugs me tight. Since we lost my mother, we have been very close, it's harder to leave him than I thought it would be.
I feel like most MC parents get a bad rap, people think they are distant or mean. That they party too much and don't spend enough time with their kids, that's not the case around here. My father never missed anything that I did, he showed up for every sport that I ever signed up for in school, and he came to every tea party that I planned when I was a child.
Trust me, the president of a 1% in a fluffy tiara is something that everyone needs to see.
When I got older the things that he was around for became far more questionable, but he was always there. When I learned to throw a proper punch, when I started learning tricks with my butterfly knife, when I shot a gun for the first time. Hell, he was there the first time that I made someone bleed.
“I am only going to be in the city! You can visit whenever you want to! Don't be silly,” My father might be a scary man to most of the world but to me, he is just a dad. The man that tucked me in at night. Now he is going to be as far away as he has ever been and it's not the easiest thing for either of us.
I know that if he makes a bigger deal out of this then it will only make it harder for me, so keeping him on a short leash is for both of our benefits.
“Yes, but you won't be here and everyone in this club is used to you being here, it will be quite a change.” My dad looks at his officers standing behind me, and I try to hold my cringe in. The last thing that I want to deal with right now is thinking that my father knows anything about last night. I doubt that he would say anything to me right now, but I don't want to be worried about the guys after I leave here.
“One of you escorting her to campus?” I guess he doesn't find it weird that they are here, he just assumes that they are covering as a protection detail.
“No! Dad, I don't need someone to take me. We paid the extra money for me to be able to keep my car close by, I can drive myself. I only have the three bags,” there is no way in hell that I could sit in the car with any of them for the next hour and a half. I am not going to go as far as saying that I need the time to get my head right, but it couldn't hurt.
“You know how this works,” he is talking about how the club has always kept an eye on the kids around, me more than most because I am the kid of someone important.
I know that he will send people to check on me regularly, I knew as soon as I considered going to a school out of this town, but I would bet that whoever he sends keeps their distance and doesn’t let me know they are there.
I just hope that I don't turn around and see any of these three men walking through my campus.
“I got it, dad.” I kiss him on the cheek, and we walk out to my car.
***
“OH! You must be Finley! I am Raven!” The lady at the table outside had told me her name when I checked in but honestly, I had been expecting someone darker. Not for her to have bright red hair and wear pastels. Maybe her parents named her Raven to be funny, she would have had red hair when she came out, it's not like it snuck up on them when she turned 7.
“That's me! Nice to meet you!” I toss my bags onto the bed that she hasn't taken and look around the room.
The two twin beds sit on opposite walls, and between them are two desks side by side with a huge window over them. In front of both beds are closets with pocket doors toward the door to the room. I know for a fact that all my clothes will fit in it, even back home I didn’t have a huge wardrobe and I left a lot of it there. Raven's poor closet looks like it's about to bust the wall down with how much she has stuffed into it.
She has her bed decorated in light purple, the paintings that she hung on the walls are all abstract and brightly colored, and even her clothes in the closet are grouped by color.
She might laugh when she sees all the black that’s in my bag. Not to mention that my bed is going to be black and gray.
“Do you want me to help you set up your side?”
“All I have is clothes, I am not much into decorating this room,” my favorite quilt is at the bottom of one of these bags, but anything else that I need I will have to go buy.
First on my list is a computer.
“I probably should have taken a page out of your book, I plan on rushing Alpha Theta Alpha, and if I get in, I won't be living here anyways. Are you going to rush?”
Joining a sorority isn't something that I even considered, there is no way that I am going to fit in with the girls that do that sort of thing, but since I am reinventing myself, what the hell?It might help me be whoever it is that I plan to make myself while I am here.
“I hadn't thought about it, but I'll go with you and see how I like it?” I phrase it as a question because I don't want to come off as if I am inviting myself, she did ask me if I was rushing.
“Absolutely! If we both get in, we might even be roommates in the house! But if that happens you are going to HAVE to decorate! All of this would have to be cleaned up at the end of the year, but at the sorority house your room will be yours until you graduate!”This girl has way more pep in her body than I have in my pinky finger.
She starts rambling about how ATA is the best sorority, the parties are amazing, and their brother fraternity is even more well known. Most of the girls are just your average students but the guys are mostly sports players. It's not a requirement to join but if they are going to, they join Delta Iota Kappa. I start putting my clothes in the closet and when I am done, I shake the blanket out over my bed, it didn’t take me long and when I turn to look at her, she is still talking about how excited she is.
“Wait, did you say that the brother frat is Delta Iota Kappa?”
“Yeah? Have you heard of them?”
“Not a chance, but you realize that spells dick, right? Just down a C.”