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to tell them that part because I didn’t want to start another argument. So I took a breath, deeper than the ocean’s bottom and hoped they would hear me out.
    â€œOkay, you’ll be doing me a favor. How about that?”
    â€œThe Betas are having a party?” Chandra said, completely disappointed. “I thought some guys were throwing this. I don’t wanna party with a bunch of women.”
    â€œWell, if the girls are throwing it you know there are going to be tons of guys there,” I said, lightly jabbing her in the arm.
    â€œAlright, count me in,” Myra said.
    â€œYeah, I’ll go to a party. I’m sure the sisters of Rho Tau Nu are going to be there,” Myra said. “I got to let them see how uninterested I am in anything the Betas are throwing.”
    â€œHow will that happen if you’re at the place?” Myra asked.
    Myra smiled and responded, “I’ll look bored.”
    â€œYeah, I need to be there too because if any MEMs are in the house I need to let them see my face.”
    â€œDon’t y’all think that’s gonna be counterproductive?” Chandra said. “Aren’t you only supposed to go to stuff that the organization you’re interested in joining is throwing?”
    â€œUgh, it’s not even like that, Chandra. You got sororities all wrong,” I said, as the three of them stared me down. “Okay, well, I’m just saying we can change it. Just be ready in an hour, please?”
    Sororities were territorial. It was rumored if you supported anyone else’s events you were banned. Or at least you’d better have a good reason for giving other Greeks your time. I’d heard horror stories of one girl going to different rushes or informational sessions and in the end none of the sororites wanted her to pledge. Deep in my heart, I knew my crew were leaders. If we were in any group, we’d be open-minded and want our members to support worthwhile causes without feeling like someone would be dissing us if they did attend someone else’s event.
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    As soon as we arrived at the student activity center on campus, which was about ten minutes from our apartment, we went off in different directions. I was a little upset. I wanted to hang out with my roommates and get them all to see that the way the Betas threw a party was a classic example of how awesome a group they were. I mean it just wasn’t some back to school party. This was a bash. With decorations, food and slamming music—the Betas had set it out. The place was packed, the mood was right, and the lights were low. Girls were getting their groove on while all the guys were watching the swaying hips.
    I looked across the room and saw a guy that caught my eye. It was Creed. I remembered him from the English and public speaking classes I took last year. I smiled, knowing that my sophomore year might bring a lot of challenges and things might not go exactly as I planned. But as I looked at the cutie heading my way, while being surrounded by Betas, I knew that my future for love and letters was bright.

2
    GUIDANCE
    â€œ I knew I should have gotten your number before the summer break,” said the divinely fine Creed.
    My knees were starting to shake and I didn’t want to smile too wide. He was gorgeous. Creed stood strong and masculine at five-foot-eleven. His white Crest smile offset his smooth, brown mocha skin. From his fresh line-up and fade to the seemingly perfect curl of his lashes, this man was eye candy! Even better, his presence was commanding, like that of royalty. The way he was looking at me from head to toe, I hoped that he was now single.
    He beat me to the punch when he asked, “So what’s up with you and Butch? Should I back away before he comes over and socks me?”
    Butch was my ex-boyfriend from freshman year. Looking back, I must have been desperate to go out with him. He had an ego larger than three dorms put