Lena walked over, wiped a smear of slime from Chloe’s cheek, and smiled—the real smile, not the smirk.
“They’re moving the flag to the boathouse,” hissed a voice. It was Sarah, a sophomore who’d gone undercover as a “study buddy.” “Repeat: boathouse.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Chloe asked. Sorority Wars
“I know where I’m going,” Chloe lied.
Chloe had thirty seconds to decide: warn her sisters and admit she’d been fooled, or trust the enemy president? She ran toward the boathouse. Lena walked over, wiped a smear of slime
“You’re lost, yellowbird,” the Theta said. Her name tag read Lena. President.
Lena stepped closer. “No, you don’t. Because Sarah is my little cousin. And she’s been feeding your team fake intel for the last hour. The flag never left our attic.” “I know where I’m going,” Chloe lied
Lena shrugged. “Because you looked nervous at the pancake breakfast last week. You’re not a soldier. You’re a student who just wanted friends. I respect that.” She paused. “Also, I hate a boring victory.”
