When my mother suggested I check out her Greek alma mater, I told her smugly, I’d rather cut off my left arm than walk through the doors of some stuck-up sorority. But that was all before I met Chloe. “It’s just a meeting!” My new roommate was both alluring and persuasive, but if it weren’t for the instant click that happened when we met, I wouldn’t have even considered it. “I’m not the type,” I grumbled, lamenting that my new Kindle, where all my textbooks were currently downloaded, wasn’t big enough for me to really hide behind—but I tried. Chloe pouted. I hadn’t yet been subject to the full force of the Chloe pout, and the pushed out lower lip and big, sad brown eyes were almost enough to melt my resolve. Almost. But then she spoke. “I don’t want to do it without you.” Her voice actually quivered. I swear to god. I pretended not to notice. “It won’t be any fun if you don’t come.” I made my voice cheerful and light. “Sure it will! You’ll have a blast, Chlo.
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