the rest of the people in the house as Jimmy steps forward to the center of the stage. Tyler takes Jimmy’s place back on the drums and he looks just as comfortable back there as he does center stage. “Are you ready to party?! Tyler, kick that beat, man!” Jimmy commands, and the music instantly fires into another fast song. Tyler’s muscles stretch beneath his tattooed skin as he pounds on the drums, and it draws my attention to his large biceps. I tuck a loose strand of my dark hair back behind my ear and nod my head to the beat. Most guys I know really only excel at one thing, but Tyler seems to be the exception to that rule. Not only can he sing, but he can play the drums like crazy! It appears he’s a man of many talents after all. I throw back a gulp of my bitter yellow drink when Charity, my archnemesis, comes strolling up with a smirk on her face. I can’t wait to hear what’s about to come out of her mouth. She’s here to no doubt brag about her date with Chance. Charity has never really made any attempt to hide her contempt for me for dating Chance. I was warned by my other sisters to stay away from Chance because he dated Charity when they were both freshmen, but seeing as that was nearly three years ago, I honestly didn’t think Charity would care. I even asked her if she was okay with it before I started dating him three months ago. She told me that Chance was no longer on her radar and that I could have him if I wanted him. Guess she really didn’t mean that after all or else she wouldn’t have been out with him last night. To complicate things even more, Charity is the president of our Kappa Kappa Gamma. She prides herself on our house being known as the well-off Greek house on campus, because we only accept pledges whose families have a certain number of zeros attached to their bank accounts. A practice I’ve always been totally against, but that doesn’t seem to matter much to anyone else but me. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to show your face here,” Charity taunts. “If I were you, I would’ve killed myself.” “If you think I care about you and Chance, you’re wrong.” I do my best to stand there and pretend that what she just said doesn’t hurt like hell. It’s hard knowing that the people who are supposed to be your friends are so catty. So much for the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. She might be the president, but I don’t have to take her bashing me whenever she feels like it. I have always stood up to her, even in situations when no one else would. It’s because I won’t go along with everything she says that she doesn’t like me. I know it. This whole Chance thing is just a way for her to get back at me, but I want to make sure she knows that she still doesn’t intimidate me. I square my shoulders and meet her gaze head-on. “If you’re waiting on me to break down and cry over the fact that you went out with Chance last night, you can go away right now. That’s not going to happen.” Through the loud music, mock screeching and hissing sounds commence from the crowd around us. I turn and find Chance standing in the middle of a group of guys watching Charity and me intently. They’re no doubt waiting on a catfight to occur. The noises cease when I practically shoot daggers out of my eyeballs at Chance. He immediately shuts up and smacks the guys on either side of him so they’ll do the same. “No. It’s not me who needs to go away. You’re no longer welcome.” Charity smirks. I do my best to turn and ignore her, but I can’t help firing back a retort. “Fuck off, Charity. You can’t kick me out of the Kappa Kappa because you’re jealous over me and Chance.” “He has nothing to do with it. The house took a vote since the news of what your father did was splashed all over the press and decided you being one of us isn’t sending out the right message of what we’re about.” I roll my eyes and try to fight back showing how much