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quite the opposite. Everyone who crosses their path is smiling and waving, but I still feel that they must have done something horrible to be marked with the A’s.
    “They’re Greek,” Jentry explains dreamily.
    “Huh,” I grunt, confused. I always though people of Greek origin were dark-haired and dark-eyed. I would have guessed these girls to be of Swedish or Norwegian descent.
    Jentry looks like she drank a bit too much of her imaginary beer. Her eyes are glazed over and for a minute I’m afraid she might be suffering from heat exhaustion. Then I follow her eyes and can almost feel myself getting sucked in right behind her.
    The five girls stop right in front of us. One of the girls hands me a blue piece of paper then extends one to Jentry. I’m too awestruck to thank her. I’m not sure what it is that has me so completely spellbound. All five of the girls are striking, but none of them are prettier than Jentry, although I guess I could be bias. They just seem to travel inside this vortex of campus celebrity. There isn’t a person walking by that doesn’t take notice of them. I wonder what it would feel like to have people look at you that way? To be worshipped and revered?
    “Hi, we’re the Alpha’s,” the pixie-looking girl that handed me the flier says. “And we want to invite both of you to rush in a few days.”
    “Hope to see you there,” they all singsong in unison before trotting off in a perfect vee formation.
    “Oh my God! Those were the Alphas, the best sorority on campus,” Jentry exclaims, clutching her flier with a death grip.
    “What’s a sorority?” I hate it when I don’t know the answer to something. Jentry turns to look at me, an amused look playing on her face. She obviously thinks I’m joking until she sees my clueless expression.
    “Seriously?” Jentry asks, astounded. “Oh my God, GK. You have lived such a sheltered life.”
    Like she has to remind me.
    “A sorority is a social organization of women who unite for sisterhood,” Jentry explains. “Ah, who am I kidding? They are a bunch of really cool chicks who get together and party for four years. Oh, and they do lots of philanthropy and stuff, too.” She laughs.
    “Oh.”
    “And the Alphas are THE best sorority on campus,” Jentry clarifies.
    “How do you know all of this?” I ask amazed.
    “My friend’s sister from back home was a Delta Zeta at Southern. She taught me all about Greek life.”
    “So what’s rush?” I ask, glancing down at the blue paper the Alpha sister gave me.
    “Rush is the process you have to go through to be selected into the sorority. It’s not really the same here at McMillan because they only have two sororities and we definitely don’t want to rush Zeta Sigma Alpha. Every chapter on every campus of that sorority is bad news.” I nod my head like I have some idea what she’s talking about even though nothing could be farther from the truth.
    “I don’t really think those girls would have any use for me unless their GPA’s need a boost,” I say, shoving the flier into my bag of textbooks. I can always use it for scratch paper.
    “Stop whining, GK. They’d be lucky to have us,” she says, her eyes gleaming.
    “Oh, no. There is no way I’m going to humiliate myself like that.”
    “You asked me earlier how I could help you get more of a life. GK, this is how,” Jentry stresses, shaking the flier in front of my face.
    “But I don’t know the first thing about this stuff.”
    “You know stuff about cold fusion and I know stuff about the hottest sorority on campus. I’ll help you.”
    I don’t bother telling her that I don’t know the first thing about cold fusion because I can tell there is no way I’m going to talk her out of this. And when I start envisioning a house full of girls that are as close as sisters, I’m not sure I want to talk her out of it. Jentry is right, if I really want to make some changes there is no better way than to rush the Alpha’s. Once I