CHELSEA SPENCER
It's been five weeks in college and I've been invited to a sorority girls' night.
'She's so fucking racist!' Maddie who didn't get invited curses.
'I'm black too,' I point out. I'm biracial - black and white.
'And you weren't there when I was invited,' I add.
I don't want to be there anyway. That's the exact opposite of what Maddie wants.
'Wanna go instead?' I ask her.
'Girl, I'm not basic,' she replies.
'And about being racist, they have black sisters in the sorority,' I say.
'It's predominantly white, honey,' She says, picking a dress from her closet.
'Going somewhere?' I ask.
'Yeah. Ricardo finally called,' she replies.
'You're such a cunt. I just cancelled my plans to be with you!' I whine.
'Aww. You know I never do this, Chels. He's really needy this time,' she explains.
'Okay. Listen, I know when a guy is horny,' I snap.
She rolls her eyes, slipping a black silk body con slit dress on.
'How's this?' She asks.
'Giving "betraying your best friend" vibes. I'm sure you love it,' I reply.
'Chels,' she calls, giving me soft eyes.
'You want me to cancel everything?' She asks.
'God, no. I'm half-kidding. Have fun and don't get pregnant.'
'You bet your ass I won't.'
I get a text immediately.
Still coming?
—Stacie.
Well, Maddie's gonna be out so..
You bet.
—I text back.
I get a cute white night dress. I take an Uber to the sorority house.
Now at the door, I press the button and the door bell rings. A girl with brown hair gets it.
'Hi,' she says.
'Hey,' I reply.
'Nice dress. What's your name?' She asks.
'Chelsea,' I reply.
'Stacie invited you?' She asks.
'Yeah, wasn't she supposed to?' I ask back, pissed off by the query.
'Just asking. Whatever,' She snaps and walks away.
Rethinking my decision, I turn to leave.
'Chelsea! You came,' it's Stacie.
'I said I would,' I reply.
'Great. Come sit,' she says, pulling me toward the couch.
Someone's phone beeps with text.
'Come on, no texts on girls' night,' Stacie frowns.
'Holy fucking moly, Damian's outside,' a blonde girl says, going towards the door.
Stacie rolls her eyes.
'Girls, Chelsea. Chelsea, my fam, ' Stacie goes on with the intro.
'Hey,' I say. A few people wave. Others just keep using their phones.
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