Wars | Sorority

“Why are you telling me this?” Chloe asked.

At Margot’s signal, the two dozen Psi Deltas scattered into the pre-dawn fog. Chloe was assigned to “Observation,” which turned out to be crouching behind a recycling bin near the Theta house, radio pressed to her ear.

She did the only thing she could. She tied the flag around her waist like a cape, climbed onto the sill, and jumped into the hedge maze below. Sorority Wars

She arrived just as Margot kicked open the door. Inside, there was no purple flag. Only a dozen Theta Tau seniors, armed with supersoakers filled with neon green slime. The Psi Deltas walked right into an ambush.

Trapped. No phone. And somewhere below, Lena’s laugh echoed up the stairs. “Why are you telling me this

“Theta Tau has taken the flag three years running,” said Margot, the Psi Delta captain, a senior with a razor-sharp bob and a whistle hanging from her neck like a war medal. “They cheat. They lie. They hide the flag in their bras , Chloe. Last year, we found it taped under a toilet lid in their house. This year, we end them.”

And for the first time that morning, Chloe laughed. She’d come to Blackwood for a degree. But she’d found something better: a war she never knew she wanted to win, and an enemy who made it worth fighting. She did the only thing she could

Chloe relayed the intel. But as she crept toward the lake, a figure emerged from the mist. She wore a crimson jersey—Theta Tau. She was tall, with a messy ponytail and a smirk that suggested she found the entire war beneath her, yet enjoyed it immensely.