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it’s shallow, but I just wanted to put that out there.”
    â€œOkay, let’s not entirely devote this meeting to trash-talking the candidates, but we might as well get it out there,” Evan said. He knew how these things went. This was his fourthcompetition and the second one he’d been president for. “And yeah, the screaming was a little intense.”
    â€œI like Shelly,” Marco offered, discussing the Beta Theta Tau candidate. “She sent us a DVD of her dance recital.”
    â€œFrom high school?” Calvin, Grant’s boyfriend and Evan’s reliable Little Brother, chimed in.
    â€œNo, she still dances. Or something. You know, I didn’t pay a lot of attention to things that weren’t her dancing.” Marco held up the CD. “You’re welcome to watch it. It’s not that long.”
    â€œIs it skanky?” Trip asked.
    â€œIt’s not pole dancing. She’s a ballerina. And there’s a jazz thing at the end.”
    â€œOkay, that’s kind of gay. No offense, guys,” Trip said to Calvin and Grant, and they nodded accordingly. “I mean, it’s lame.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with a ballerina?” Grant said. “It’s a wholesome image.”
    â€œWhen I think ballerinas, I think nutcrackers,” Trip said. “Not cool.” They all squirmed a little once they understood him. “Does she wear a pink froo-froo?”
    â€œTutu,” Calvin corrected. “How do you not know that?”
    â€œUm, the whole nutcracking thing?”
    â€œSomebody had a traumatic childhood.”
    Evan rolled his eyes. “Fine, it’s wholesome and a little lame.”
    â€œPlus, I heard ballerinas ruin their feet. With the shoes,” Trip said. “I don’t want to look at bloody feet.”
    â€œWhen are we going to look at her feet?”
    â€œDude, she does the jazz thing. Watch the DVD. Her feet are fine,” Marco said, defending his choice. He had been herchampion during the secret nomination process, so it wasn’t a surprise. “She almost single-handedly won the dance competition. Or she came close. I would have voted for her.”
    â€œYeah, Marco, I think we all know that now. Who won, anyway? Oh right, the Gamma Psis,” Grant said.
    â€œIf we’re going to vote for Natalie and the Gamma Psis—and I’m not saying we should, just that we should think about everyone equally because we bothered to nominate them—we have to consider the pity-vote factor,” Calvin said.
    â€œWhat, because their house burned down?”
    â€œDoes it look like pity if we vote for her, or is it respectful not to take it into account? Like, if she wins, will it look as if we voted for her because she lost her house?” Marco asked. He shuddered. “I can’t believe we had to serenade her in the freshman dorms.”
    â€œThat was lame.”
    â€œWe can’t hold it against her, certainly,” Evan pointed out. “We should take it into account, but it’s not what defines a sweetheart.”
    â€œWhat does define a sweetheart?” Trip asked. “Because Rebecca’s not real sweet, if you know what I mean. Except maybe to you—”
    Before Evan could even say something, Calvin jumped to his defense. “This is not about Evan and Rebecca. We all voted for her nomination. It was a house decision.”
    â€œI’m not saying she shouldn’t have been nominated. She’s not one of the blonde social climbers ZBZ is so famous for,” Trip said. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking, which is that we shouldn’t keep giving the award to whomever Evan is currently sleeping with.”
    â€œTrip, you’re out of line,” Evan said, trying to keep his voiceeven. It was true. Evan was involved with Casey the previous year, and when she was nominated he ran a serious campaign for her in the house. “I