Heyward women and Kappa Beta Nu go together like abs and any male Hemsworth. So ha! In your face, Kaya! My mom was president of a Kappa chapter during her junior and senior years, and so was my grandmother. “Our reputation is very important to us, and although you’re a legacy-” “This isn’t personal,” Kaya continues, giving me another fake consolatory smile. One measly stomach pumping and poor Daphne gets Voldemorted? The Kappa Beta Nu chapter of Briar University is evidently a lot stricter than the Brown chapter.Ĭase in point-they’re kicking me out before I’d even moved in. “We don’t speak Daphne’s name in this house,” Kaya explains to me. And it sounds as stupid now as it did when she introduced herself fifteen minutes ago. You shouldn’t have even brought her up, Coral-”Ĭoral! Right. Which makes me question whether she’s actually thrilled that Daphne Kettleman almost died. “She had to get her stomach pumped,” the no-name girl reveals gleefully. “Alcohol poisoning.” The fourth girl-I think her name’s Hailey-lowers her voice to a whisper and quickly glances around, as if there might be a bug or two hidden in the antique furnishings that fill the living room of the Kappa mansion. “Especially after what happened to Daphne Kettleman,” adds a girl whose name I can’t remember.Ĭuriosity gets the better of me. Of the five bi-otches in front of me, she seems like the most reasonable.

“We have to remain in good standing,” Bianca pipes up, pleading at me with her eyes. “They reminded the committee that every member of this sorority must uphold the behavior standards set by them, otherwise our chapter will lose its good standing with Nationals.” She flips her glossy hair over one shoulder.

“No, it was an email,” she says, completely missing the sarcasm. “Oh really? You received word? Did they send a telegram?” We received word from Nationals this morning-” “As the Standards Committee, we take Kappa Beta Nu’s reputation very seriously. “I’m sorry, Summer, but it’s not a joke.” Kaya offers a pitying smile.

There’s a whole lot of smug peeking through the phony remorse they’re trying to convey, as if they’re truly devastated by the news. They have various hair, skin, and eye colors, and yet I can’t tell them apart because their expressions are identical. “Is this a joke?” I gape at the five girls who are holding me in judgment.

The chase by elle kennedy