Inferno Anthology (104 page)

Baya looks down at my lap like she’s fearing for the boys, then slowly rides her smoldering eyes toward mine. There’s a heat between us like I’ve never felt with anyone before, not the hundreds of girls that drifted through my bedroom, not with Steph, and I feel guilty as hell for even thinking it.

“No tally marks, huh? Switching to an electronic scoreboard?” Her lips twitch. “I bet there’s an app for that.”

“Nope.” I match her steady gaze and neither of us moves. “I think I’ll hold out for something better—someone special.”

“Someone special.” She swallows hard as her eyes expand at the idea.

I hope Baya knows she’s that someone special.

I think that’s exactly what I’m about to discover.

We play twenty-one for the next few hours. And I’m slowly starting to realize it’s Baya who’s quickly becoming the queen of my heart.

Baya

Alpha Chi is lit up like a haunted house against the backdrop of a veiled starry night. The ground clouds skirt the edges of the gargantuan McMansion, giving it that ethereal feel, and, suddenly, it looks as though I’m stepping into a dream.

“You sure you want to do this?” Laney reapplies her poppy red lipstick, never once taking her eyes off the overgrown estate.

“I’m positive. The sooner I can switch off the I-Wet-Dream-of-Jeanie show, the better. Besides, who wouldn’t want to live in a haunted mansion?” I pull her up the steps.

“I still think you’re making a really huge mistake. From what you said about this afternoon, you’re making some serious strides with your current roommate.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, Bryson is a nice guy. He probably just felt bad that I was the only girl on the boat who didn’t get the ‘wear your thong memo.’ Besides, I doubt a card game equals serious strides.” He never did mention that kiss—but, then again, neither did I.

Laney pulls me back by the shoulder and twists her crimson lips into me.

“You don’t believe that for a minute, and neither do I. Face it, that boy has a hard-on with your name on it. If Bryson Edwards said he wished you were the only two people on that boat, I’m betting he meant it. I don’t think he’s done a lot of articulating with the girls he’s been with. He’s more of a get right down to brass mattress tacks kind of guy.”

A spiral of heat spears through me at the idea of Bryson wanting me that way. I’ve yet to see his bedroom, but I totally envision a golden bed with a holy light emanating from above while a choir of angels sing a chorus of hallelujah.

“We’d better make this quick,” I whisper as we come upon the giant glass doors. “We’ve got a shift to pull in less than an hour.” Bryson asked if I wanted to work the Black Bear, and of course I said yes.

A crystal chandelier blossoms from the ceiling, and I peer inside before bothering to knock. Dark expansive floors bleed throughout the downstairs, and a navy carpet runs up the steps, held back with long, gilded bars. An entire crowd of girls have amassed in the great room just beyond the entry, and one of them spots us and motions us inside. They’re all dressed in black tea length dresses with their hair neatly coifed and… eerily they’re all wearing a single strand of pearls. Why do I feel like a sorority version of the clone wars is about to break out?

Laney leans in. “So if we make it, do we have to morph into an Alpha Chi-bot?”

“It’s the fashion camaraderie that links them together.” It looks more fashion jinx than link, but I keep the commentary to myself.

“I don’t know.” She shudders in her jean jacket. “Something about the blue oyster cult is really creeping me out.”

One of the walking pearls skips over in her heels, creating a grating sound over the floor. “Hi! I’m Lynn. Who’s your sponsor?” Her hair is curled under at the ears, and she’s in the requisite little black dress with discards from the ocean strung helpless around her neck. Suddenly I’m feeling a wee bit nervous because obviously I didn’t get the memo to get my pearls or my perky on—not that I own pearls, and God forbid that I own an ounce of perky.

“She’s mine!” Jules rushes over with her blonde mane perfectly twisted in stiff little ringlets.

“Oh my, gosh! You brought a friend!” She spasms over me as if Laney herself were manna from heaven. “Come, come.” She pulls us each by the hand and scuttles into the center of the room as if we were exhibit A and B.

“Who is this?” A brassy blonde steps forward, and you can tell by her resting bitch face, that ultra-cruel look in her eyes, that she’s the one in charge of this quasi-hostage situation. “And why are they breaking dress code?” She barks at Jules, inspiring her to shrink three inches.

“Relax, Aubree.” Laney rolls her eyes. “This is Baya Brighton, and you’d be lucky if she graced your presence.”

I’m impressed that Laney knows her, but, then, Laney seems to know everyone and everything about them. Not that she’s filling me in on all the dirty little deets.

The queen bee inspects me with a look of slight disgust. Her brassy hair is pulled up high, and she has on enough mascara to give her that spider lash effect. There’s a sinister feel to her, so it doesn’t surprise me that she’s driving this crazy train.

“Did you tell me I’d be
lucky
to have her grace my presence?” Aubree squints into Laney until her eyelashes look as if they want to crawl off her face.

Nobody moves, nobody breathes. Dear God, you would think I slaughtered their mothers the way every girl in the room looks like they want to personally murder me in my sleep.

“Well, Laney and
Baya
”—she growls with a heated disdain—“we have a dress code to abide by. But, since you’re obviously clueless, I’ll let it slide just this once.” She snaps a finger in the air, loud and crisp as if she broke a bone in the process. “All new recruits line up against the back!” Her voice echoes through the room, vibrating the chandelier sconces until they sizzle against the wall. “Welcome to the hall of truth. Here at Alpha Chi we believe that authenticity and integrity are of the upmost value. We never hesitate telling a sister exactly how we feel because the truth is what separates a sister from a friend. For instance”—she glances at the bevy of girls behind her, and the entire lot of them shrink in fear, well, not really but you could see it in their eyes—“when Lynn here got her hair chopped off at a place that specializes in ten dollar hack jobs, I let her know that little follicular fuck-up was going to cost her a place at the next four social events with our matchups at Sigma Theta Tau.”

A gasp circles the room while Lynn closes her eyes a moment as if reliving the horror.

“And, when you, Jen”—she flicks a finger at a shorter girl with a mole the size of a dime just under her left eye—“tried to join the a cappella group after I graciously informed you that you sing like shit….” A smile that borders on a snarl graces her face. “Well, why don’t
you
tell everyone what happened next?”

“I didn’t make it.” The girl with the mole gives a hard sniff.

“What’s that?” Aubree barks it out like a command.

“I didn’t make it! You were right. I sing like a sack of shit on fire, and I defamed the good name of Alpha Chi!” She yelps it out at the crowd as if the reprimand was meant for us all along.

Holy crap. Are these people for real?

“Now”—Aubree gives a soft clap while that stupid wicked smile plays on her lips—“the sisters and I are looking forward to getting to know each of you better. State your name and the reason you’d like for us to consider you as future members of Alpha Chi. Honest answers only.” Her eyes reduce to slits, and suddenly I’m fearing for my room at the haunted inn. “I have an exceptional radar for liars.” Her thin lips set in a line, and somehow I believe her.

The girls at the far end start in on the fun while Laney leans into me.

“Aubree and I grew up together,” she whispers. “She’s been hot and bothered over Bryson for as long as I can remember, so I wouldn’t mention him—Cole either just to be safe.”

I give a barely-there nod. “What do I say?” I zip the words through the side of my lips like a ventriloquist.

“Say that you’d die to live here,” she whispers. “That you came to Whitney just for Alpha Chi.”

“Excuse me?” The brassy bitch snaps her fingers in our direction. “It looks like someone here likes talking out of turn.” Her dark eyes narrow in on us, her jaw roots itself to the ground, incredulous that we even bothered to
breathe
out of turn. I half-expect her to punch us in the throat. “Why don’t you two go next since you’re so excited, you could hardly keep your pie holes shut. You first.” She hardens her gaze at me.

“Baya Brighton, and I would l-o-v-e to become a member of Alpha Chi—” I thought spelling it out would be a cute touch since Jules seems to be addicted to the alphabet. Wait...do I really want to be a member of Alpha Chi and have more of this
f-u-n
?

“Why?” Aubree’s eyes expand the size of baseballs. “Spit it out.”

Lynn and Jules drape her like bookends, albeit frightened, quaking in their patent stilettos, bookends.

“I would really love to become a member of Alpha Chi…”—now would be a great time to dream up some craptastic answer, but, truthfully, I’m a little short on lies at the moment so I go for the truth—“so I don’t have to witness Jeanie Waters fornicating herself into a cardiac episode.” Thing One and Thing Two blink through my mind as if they were waving hello.

The room lights up with laughter, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

That’s a good sign right? Adding levity to the situation and all that good stuff? I can feel a bite of perspiration under my arms because I seriously doubt inciting a laugh riot is a very good fucking sign.

Shit. I can’t believe I just said that crap about Jeanie out loud. It was one thing to tell a few people but an entire crowd of questionably stable girls? My mouth has officially morphed into the rumor mill.

“Also”—it’s like I’m on autopilot, and my lips won’t stop moving—“sharing a bathroom with my brother and his roommate is growing a little old.” I manage to leave the parade of sluts out of the equation for now, although Bryson did mention he was handing the keys to the carnal kingdom to my brother.

Aubree narrows her gaze at me. She leans so far in my direction, I’m positive she’s about to flop over. Her jaws cut back like razors, her lips are pulled into a thin line of hatred, and I’m pretty sure I’ve just reduced my stay at this glorified mortuary to zero. Why don’t I just tell them I hate tea length dresses and pearls? Or really go out in style and swing a sickle from the second floor balcony while screaming,
die bitches!

“So let me get this straight?” Aubree takes a few steps toward me, and the room echoes with the click of her heels. “You want to join our sorority because you ran away from your romping roommate? And you don’t like the bathroom accommodations at your brother’s place?” Her pink glossy mouth contorts in disapproval.

Oh, what the hell. “Yes.” I bite down on my lip in an effort to block my vocal cords from spewing any more hardcore truths, but it’s no use. “
And
, I happen to hate tea length dresses and pearls.” A circle of gasps titter around the room. “This
is
the hall of truth, right?”

She sucks in a breath and darts her finger toward the exit.

Laney and I laugh our asses off as we speed over to the Black Bear Saloon.

“You were brilliant.” She shakes her head into the dark two-lane highway.

“
So
do you think they’ll let us in?” I can’t even finish the thought before the two of us hack out another round of good old-fashioned air laughs. Laney swerves momentarily before pulling into the parking lot.

“If they did let us in, I’m pretty sure Alpha Chi would be a lot more fun. Seriously though”—Laney wipes the tears from her eyes with her pinkies—“you’ll probably wish you didn’t blow rush.”

“What are you taking about? That girl had I-specialize-in-breaking-lady-balls written all over her face. There’s no way I’ll ever regret not scoring a room at the mansion of misery.” Well, maybe I’ll regret it a little.