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fraternities required. ABO had a collection of financially successful alumnae, and the families of the
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    founding members had invested millions in every chapter to ensure the sorority attracted girls who truly wanted to belong and not just girls who could afford to.
    Their charitable hours were spent supporting Types of Hope, a foundation that catered specifically to women and children with HIV/AIDS. The teardrop ruby necklaces represented not only their bonds of sisterhood, but their support for those they pledged to help.
    It was hard to hate girls like that. You couldn’t make fun of people who actually cared and actually managed to be themselves.
    I started noticing the girls of ABO around campus more and more. By Wednesday, Amy and I were joining Cleo and Danni for lunch and hanging around the quad with them between classes.
    I knew people thought we were trying to kiss up to the chapter’s recruitment chairs, but I sure wasn’t. I genuinely liked them. And I still didn’t want to be in a sorority.
    Even though joining Alpha Beta Omega would cost me nothing but time, time wasn’t something I had a lot to give. I was determined to get a 4.0 my first semester, and joining any sort of organization that would demand so much of my nights and weekends was something I couldn’t swing. Still, I found myself wanting to be around Danni, Cleo, and the rest of the girls. They made us feel welcome, and they made me feel more open to being myself.
    During the hours we spent with the girls, they seemed to become more and more comfortable being physically affectionate with one another in front of me and Amy. In some cases, like with Heather and Cleo, it seemed like they were just close friends. Things were different with Danni. By the time Thursday night rolled around, I was convinced she was sleeping with Paige, if not Layna and Barb too.
    They were always touching and kissing. Nothing so intense that it made me feel like a sick voyeur, but just enough to make me a little wet in the pants. Amy was as straight as could be. She was back on the prowl as soon as she learned the Chi Nu in her econ class had a girlfriend. I thought watching Paige feel Danni up would have made her uncomfortable, but she barely seemed to notice.
    I found all the girls of ABO very attractive, but that type of intimacy always made me think of the girl with the spiky black hair.
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    reBekah WeatherspOOn
    I found myself thinking about her constantly. Constantly would have been a lot if she and I were dating. What I was into was a tad obsessive considering we had never said a word to each other. I ended every night we spent at the ABO house disappointed because she never made an appearance, as if she owed me the chance to just look at her again. I never saw her around campus either, but her lips and caramel-green eyes were always featured in my fantasies. And every time I pictured those eyes and considered the possibilities of those full red lips, my body reacted as if she were right there with me, watching me the same intense way she had that first night of rush. I did my best to spare Amy from the feelings this nameless girl sparked in me. Okay, I masturbated like crazy whenever I had the room to myself, and still every night after I was sure Amy was asleep, snoring somewhat softly across our tiny room, I couldn’t stop myself from conjuring up images of that gorgeous face, that amazing body, and all things I wanted her to do to me. I tried to fight it, but eventually my fingers would slip past whatever pajama bottoms I’d worn to bed, into my underwear, through my short curls.
    The shock at just how wet she made me faded the second my fingers passed over my clit, all sensitive and hard.
    I had to swallow heavily to choke down my gasps and my sighs as my body rocked eagerly against my hand, aching for so much more than a warm-up, but dreading the cool, foolish thoughts that snuck up on me as soon as I came.
    Every time