I'll admit, I looked pretty good. Arnie thought so too, and she seemed extremely proud of the work she did. I gave her a high five and thanked her for making me look hot.

"You're drop dead gorgeous," she told me, beaming as I bent down and placed everything I needed in my leather bag that was both a messenger and a backpack respectively. It wasn't as big as a school backpack, due to the fact that it was technically a purse. "Like seriously, I'm almost gay for you."

I scoffed, slipping the straps outward so it was a backpack and let it hang low on my back, making sure my phone was charged before slipping it into my front pocket. "Please. Not even the hottest woman on Earth could turn you gay."

Arnie considered. "Okay, you have a point," she admitted sheepishly. "Boys are way too cute."

"You said it."

"The girl with no sexuality agreed."

"Shut up, Arnie." I smiled at her.

Arnie and I headed over to her dorm, and I was more nice about going through her clothes. She had a suite that she shared with five other girls, since she was on scholarship, and she shared a bedroom with one of her suitmates. Her roommate was named Giana, and she was a sweet girl who put up with me hanging out here a lot. She greeted me instantly when I entered.

"Hi, Violet," she said, looking up from her laptop and sending me a friendly smile. "Arnie told me you were going out and warned me that you may get revenge for messing up your bedroom?" She giggled.

I rolled my eyes while Arnie shot playful glares at Giana. "How dare you betray me, you wench," she hissed, though it had no threat to it. Giana stuck her tongue out.

"In another situation, I would not hesitate to destroy her bedroom as she did mine," I decided to admit, chuckling, "but I wouldn't do that to you. She should thank the fact that she's safe because of you."

Arnie coughed into her hand. "Oh yeah, I mean, thanks, Gi. I love you. You're my savior."

Giana smirked a little. "You're welcome. I think I'll remember this, for when I need my laundry done and you're going to be doing yours anyway." Then she turned around and continued doing whatever it is she was doing on her laptop.

"Gee, Violet, thanks. Now I owe Giana a favor," Arnie mumbled as she shuffled to her bed and flopped onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow.

I grinned cheekily as I went to her closet, which was smaller in comparison to mine seeing as she shared it with Giana. I shuffled through her stuff, pulling out a white and grey flannel, a grey shirt with Marilyn Monroe on the front, ripped jeans, a beanie, and her black and white converse.

Arnie made a snarky comment on my quick choice of outfit, but didn't protest to what I had chosen as she went into one of the two bathrooms in the suite. She got changed and came out with some of her red hair sticking out of her beanie.

I walked forward and pulled her shirt out of her jeans, rolling my eyes. "You wouldn't be able to dress yourself if I hadn't helped you," I told her.

"I'll give you that." Arnie sent me an easy smile, shrugging her shoulders and adjusting the beanie in top of her head. "That was quick. You're pretty good at this."

I laughed. "I managed with what your side of the closet provided," I responded, grinning at her. She grinned back and we said goodbye to Giana before making our way out.

"Where are we meeting them?" I asked as we walked through the campus. The weekend was already getting started, and parties were going on.

"Mm, at their sorority," Arnie said simply.

"They're in the same sorority?" I paused, opening my mouth and closing it as shock rushed through me. "Wait, scratch that, they're in a sorority?"

Arnie snorted at my choice of words and led me down the streets, passing dorm halls, fraternities, and sororities. Some were quiet, others were active and awake. It was fascinating, really, watching how each one interacted based on members and personality.

Eventually we came to a building and I looked up at it. It was nicer than the others, and bigger, which means it was an even more exclusive sorority than usual, and probably smaller despite the building size. Arnie reached forward and rang the bell.

Not seconds later, the door flew open and the girl, who had a braid, and only sported a bra and shorts, stood at the entrance with a raised brow. "Can I help you?"

"We're wondering if Delia and Olivia are ready. They're coming out with us," Arnie said, seeming oblivious to the resting bitch-face this girl had on.

Blondie smacked her lips and glanced behind her before reluctantly letting us in. "Wait here, I'll go see if they're ready and let them know you've arrived." She climbed up the stairs.

"She seems nice," I muttered, glancing around. The room was pretty damn nice for a sorority. I've seen crappy sorority houses in my day, but this was very freaking nice. Real leather couches and flatscreen television. Nice gaming devices and dvds stacked to the side. This place was strutting its expensive taste to the guests who walked through this door, letting them know that the girls who lived inside had it good.

Delia appeared first. She was wearing a leather jacket, and a blue collar button up with black skinny jeans. Holy shit, the jeans were going to rule the world one day with how all of us wore them. She had on combat boots and her blue hair was ruffled and wet from the shower. She had on cat-eyeliner, and eyeshadow. "Hey, baby girl!" she yelled, tackling me.

I wheezed, almost falling to the ground as she got me into a tight embrace. "Sweet baby Jesus!" I cried out, wrapping my arms around her so I could steady out my balance and not fall. "Hi, there." I gave her a pat on the back as she slipped from my arms after a second and set me down. She grinned cheekily at me, flicking a strand of her blue hair from her face.

Then her eyes flicked across my body, a mere glance but nonetheless flickering with approval. "You look great — I — wow."

"Thanks," Arnie said loudly from behind me, flicking her hair and brushing off the sleeve of her shirt. "Violet picked it out."

"You look good, too, Arnie." Delia sent her a toothy grin, then turned her gaze back to me, her voice lowering, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were dressed to impress." Her hand slid up my arm slowly.

Why did the room suddenly feel too small? Why did I suddenly feel too hot?

I could feel my cheeks burning as I looked up into her eyes, parting my lips slightly, then closing them. "I — er . . . Arnie picked it out. I just put it on," I responded dumbly, playing with the sleeves of the bomber jacket I had on.

Delia smiled at me and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Well, you look fantastic."

"Thank you." I blushed harder.

"Flirting, are we, Delia?" a familiar Australian accent drawled from behind me. I turned around and saw Olivia had descended the stairs. Olivia was stunning, to say the least. I almost lost all my breath from just peering at her.

She wore a peach skirt that was above her knees, a snug fitting long sleeved white shirt that exposed her shoulders and fit perfectly with the skirt, and white flats. She had a messenger bag and her black hair was down in soft waves.

I think I choked a little. "I — hey," I murmured, giving her a stupid smile. She flashed me a white-toothed grin and walked over to me, wrapping me in a warm embrace.

Compared to Delia's strong, protective hold, Olivia had a gentle, warm one. She slid her arms around my waist and buried her face into my hair. She opted out the pumpkin and candy scent for something more floral, but just as intoxicating. She pulled away from the embrace, her gray eyes scanning over my form. "You look great," she stated, her tone indicating she appreciated the outfit I wore.

"So do you," I said immediately back, and she smirked a little.

"Wow, Arnie, your outfit is spectacular," Arnie loudly claimed from behind me. I turned around and looked at her, raising my eyebrows and she shot me a look back.

Olivia laughed and walked forward, embracing Arnie as well, though appearing to be less touchy with her than me. "You look really good, Arnie."

Delia snorted from my side.

"You're damn right I look good," Arnie muttered, patting Olivia's back. "Now get off me. I don't want you to spread your gay to me."

I walked over and smacked her upside the head the second Olivia pulled away. "Ow, what the actual seven hells, Violet?" she cried, rubbing the spot I smacked.

"Was that a Game of Thrones reference?" Delia demanded, narrowing her eyes, a small laugh escaping her lips.

"You have to be a shitty person about her sexuality, bitch?" I asked my best friend, folding my arms.

Arnie glared at me. "Listen, I'm a goddamn heterosexual woman who needs a damn man in her life and I don't need y'all spreading your gay or sending women after this hot body." She gestured to herself.

"Spreading our gay?" Olivia asked in amusement, knowing Arnie was just joking and wasn't actually serious. "Delia, did you have any idea that we could actually spread our gay?" She turned to the blue-haired one.

Delia put her tattooed hand on her chest and said in a surprisingly good southern accent, "Why no, if I had known I would have stayed away from society." She lowered her voice and whispered to me, "Violet, did you know we spread the gay?"

I bit my lip to keep from responding with my usual, "I'm not gay," answer. It was a reflex at this point, telling people that I wasn't really anything sexuality wise. It had been said so many times that I wondered if people could even accept that sometimes things don't need labels or names.

"I had no idea. Maybe Arnie can enlighten us about it." I turned my head to my best friend who was checking her nails. She looked up.

"I can't reveal my sources. All I know is that your shit spreads like the plague," Arnie deadpanned, then smirked at us. "Just kidding. I love y'all. Gay and all."

"We know. We're hard not to love," Delia responds, flashing me a wink.

I bit my lip and looked away, but not before I saw the flash of an unreadable emotion pass through Olivia's eyes before disappearing.

"We should go before the nights still young and there's parking spots," I announced, starting to make my way to the door. "We can take my car."

"Shotgun," Delia quipped, to Arnie's dismay.

"I'm always shotgun," she cried, following me and gripping me. "Violet tell her!"

"She did call shotgun, Arnie. If you want to claim front seat on the way back, best do it n—"

"I call shotgun for the way back," Olivia interrupted as she shut the door to the building behind her, brushing her fingers against my hand as she passed and patted Arnie's shoulder. "Better luck next time, doll."

"This is complete and utter bull," Arnie muttered under her breath as she followed us down the path and onto the sidewalk. "I hope you assholes enjoy the walk back to Violet's apartment. It takes forever."

"It takes like fifteen minutes, Arnie. Stop being an ass."

Delia shrugged as she flung her arm loosely over my shoulder as we walked. "A walk is healthy for us, anyway, isn't that right, Olivia?"

Olivia hummed in response. I glanced back and saw her frowning at us. When she met my gaze, however, she sent me a breathtaking smile and winked.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable under Delia's arm and moved my way out from her embrace. What the hell was I doing? Where did my dating morals go? Did they fly out the window the second I met these women?

Hadley flashed in my mind, and almost instantly my stomach churned. I suddenly remembered why I didn't do relationships right at this moment, why I didn't want to get involved in anything.

Delia flashed me a confused head tilt but she laughed it off when Arnie made a snide joke about me smelling her body sweat, to which Delia said, "Bitch, my body sweat is non-existent."

If I wanted to keep myself from getting hurt, then I would have to be careful around Delia and Olivia alike. I did not want to suffer the heartbreak Hadley gave me ever again, and I couldn't trust anyone but myself with my heart.

My walls snapped back up just like that, and I realized the and there I would not be able to let it down around those two unless I wanted to risk exposing the most intimate, tender, and bare part of my entire being to their will.