11
Finley
The morning after the party I text the guys and make sure that they haven't heard anything about any girls showing up in hospitals. I am grateful that they haven't heard anything but that doesn't necessarily mean that no one was taken. I ask them to keep me updated if that changes, and they all send thumbs-up emojis.
"Does this mean you aren't ignoring us anymore?"Pyro questions when I don't respond again.
I go back and forth several times, typing and erasing, typing and erasing, before I just send,"yes."
"Thank fuck. I'm taking you on a date tonight."
"Hell yeah, a night with Finley!"
"Fuck you, Bell. Take her out another night, tonight is mine."
They go at each other but in the end, Bell decides that he is going to take me out another night. I don't argue because I don't typically do anything during the week and after watching for all this time, they would know that.They probably know my schedule well enough that if I argued they would call me on my shit.
“What should I wear?”I send out as I take my seat in my criminal psychology class.
I am a little early, most of the room is still empty but I always sit in the middle of the third row. I try to take this spot in all of my lecture classes, it gives me a perfect view of the board and all of the doors are in the front, so I see everyone who comes and goes. I set my computer up while I wait for Pyro to reply, as I am pulling up my notes from the previous lecture my phone lights up.
“One of those cute dresses will be perfect. Feel free to not wear panties”
I chuckle and slide my phone into my bag, I am not surprised at all that he would ask me to not wear panties. He is probably hoping that he will get lucky, and we will fuck in the car or something. Shit, we might.
“What’s so funny?” Caleb asks when he takes his seat behind me.
Caleb is the president of DIK, he is somewhere around 6 feet tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. He is your standard all-American type of boy, he is even one of the captains of the football team. He has always sat behind me in this class, even before I was part of ATA, and he had never been anything but polite. Honestly, it surprises me how nice of a guy he is. He is constantly helping out people that need it and stepping in when he thinks someone is being mistreated, he seems like a genuinely good guy. At least I thought so before last weekend.
Now I look at all of the DIK guys differently.
I need to ask the guys how they know that DIK is the frat that is doing this. I know that they wouldn't have told me that it was them if they didn't know for sure, so I didn't think to question it.I would like to know what lead them to DIK because it seems like a really weird coincidence that I came to this school and joins a sorority that is so closely related to them.
I don’t believe in magic, or things happening like the things in books that I read but there is a higher power in this world, and I find it hard to believe that this isn’t exactly where I am supposed to be.
“Just a text that I got, nothing too important.” There is no way in hell that I am going to try to explain my relationship to him or make a comment about panties.
“Zoe told me that the alcohol and bartenders were set up by you, do you think you could get them for a party that we are having in April for the basketball team?” I hadn't thought about it before but supplying alcohol to the Greek parties would be a good way for the club to make some extra money. They get it from their supplier at cost, so they could charge the Greek system whatever they wanted and make a profit.
“Sure, but they won't give you the same deal that they gave us.” I don't know how much they were paying their last supplier, but I imagine that they weren't cheap. Most of them know that they can charge fraternities out the ass for alcohol, and they will pay it. My father will probably make a lot of money and still cost them less than whatever they were paying before.
“Well, if you can get me a number, we can vote on it at the house. Our last supplier upped his prices again and I would like to replace him as soon as possible. Guys a dick anyways!”
I don't get the chance to respond to him because the professor comes out and gets everyone's attention.
"I know it's odd for this to happen in the middle of the semester, but I would like to introduce my new TA. He is available for anything you need and for anyone looking for extra credit, he is the person to see." The whole time that James talks—that is what the professor insists on being called—I am staring at this TA he is talking about. If he hadn't pointed him out, I might have just assumed that he was a student that I had managed to miss, I might have never looked at his face.
Something about him is familiar.
That’s not the part that's driving me nuts though, nope. This man is familiar from before my days in San Antonio.I look at him way longer than seems appropriate but it's going to drive me nuts if I can’t figure out who he is.
I pull my phone out to text my father,“Do you have people on campus posing as students?”
“I don't, but Javier Rojas does.”
Oh. Cool. There are members of the Mexican Mafia on campus. Are they here to help with the ASG or are they here keeping an eye on me? The guys said that they were the ones keeping an eye on me but that doesn’t mean that my father doesn’t have extra people around to help. Since my phone is already out, I ask him about the alcohol.
“How would the club feel about making some extra money and supplying the alcohol and bartenders for Greek row? Just like you did for us last weekend, but you can charge everyone else. Make it two full bars and four bartenders?”