Page 58 of Palm South University: Season 2

I shake my head.

“Anything to drink?” The man inside asks. He’s short, balding, light blue t-shirt covered with grease. Every inch of his exposed skin is tan and leathery, but I guess you can’t live in Key West andnotbe tan.

Skyler chuckles. “I think we’ve got the drinks covered.”

The man eyes the rowdy scene behind us and nods, taking Skyler’s wet cash. “Ain’t that some true shit.”

He ducks back inside and I chew my lip, still not wanting to let the subject go. “Look, Bo is my Little. She knows I’ll understand. And Lei is one of my best friends! It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Do you know one other girl in our sorority who’s a lesbian?”

I scoff. “I can think of at least three.”

“Openly,” Skyler adds, rolling her eyes. “Think about it. It’s not something you see often in Greek life, especially not at Palm South. Maybe they’re just taking their time. Or maybe they want to see if it’s serious before they say anything.” She shrugs just as too-tan man hands her a small cardboard box with her food. “Or, maybe, there’s nothing to tell. They could just be friends, Jess.”

“I highly doubt that,” I grumble, snatching one of her French fries and popping it in my mouth.

She chuckles. “Just chill. If they are together, they’ll tell us – whenthey’reready.”

I’m still not satisfied, but I let out a long breath, conceding for the moment. “Fine.”

Skyler looks proud. “Great. Now that we’ve got that out of the way…” she trails off, her tiny hand cupping the rather large hot dog out of her box. “Wanna suck my wiener?”

“I’d rather bite it.”

“Oh, feisty!” Skyler waves the encased meat in my face. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you eat my wiener.”

“I bet you’d rather I eat something else, you cheeky bitch.”

“Hey, don’t post an offer you can’t come through with.” Skyler winks just as our feet reach sand again and someone chokes behind us. When we turn, two guys with pasty-white skin and University of Kansas tank tops on are staring wide-eyed right back at us.

Stealing Skyler’s hot dog, I carefully take nearly half of it in my mouth and bite slowly, letting my eyes flutter back. “Mmmm… so tasty,” I mumble around the mouthful.

The guys swallow, eyes shifting from me to each other before they scurry off.

Skyler bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, they’re going to have nightmares.”

“Or wet dreams,” I combat, sucking ketchup off my index finger.

“You’re such a bitch. I really am hungry,” she pouts, inspecting what’s left of her street meat.

“We can sixty-nine if you want?”

She shoves me just as we reach our spot on the beach and I fall easily into my lounge chair, still laughing and stealing another French fry on my way down.

“I love you,” I coo, blowing drunken kissy faces at her.

Skyler eyes me, fighting back a smile. It’s moments like these when I realize that maybe it doesn’t matter who’s hiding what. It’s not about my future with or without Jarrett, my tests next week, or the career path I should probably be shaping. Sometimes it’s just about living in the moment with your sisters. It’s about being young, and silly, and wild and carefree.

With a content sigh, I lean back in my chair and let the sun rays soak in, lifting my freshly filled Bubba Keg cup to my lips and tasting the fruity cocktail inside.

It’s good to be a KKB.