Page 75 of Palm South University: Season 2

I’M SO FUCKING SICK.

I wish it was from the alcohol, or sun poisoning, or anything else in the world except the true source. I’ve tried talking myself down, soothing my nerves, sourcing my options but the truth is I have none.

I lost the backpack.

My chest stings as the realization sinks in and I press my forehead to the bus window. I misplaced my ticket to freedom like it was a spare set of car keys. I looked everywhere, I called everyone, I retraced my steps and dug through every bag in our suite. It’s gone. The money is gone.

Xavier is going to kill me.

I mean he mightliterallykill me.

Bo’s head is heavy on my shoulder, her breaths long and steady as we pull back into campus. The entire ride home was silent, save for the old 80s rock music keeping the driver of our bus awake. When we stop in front of the Kappa Kappa Beta house, I shrug Bo awake and she wipes at the corner of her mouth, scrubbing her hands down her face.

“I’m so tired.”

“Come on, we can take a nap.”

She smiles sweetly at me before we shuffle off the bus behind the rest of our sisters. Every step feels weighted as my mind races with what my next moves need to be. I was so close,soclose to being done with Kya and Hayden and Xavier and every fucking nightmare that’s been wrecking my life for months. My only saving grace is that I didn’t lose all of the money, but I still lost over a third of it, which is enough to get me into an even deeper hole with a very dangerous man. Every new thought drives the knife in deeper and tears sting my eyes. I suck my lips between my teeth, fighting them back, just as several of my sisters’ phones ping all at once.

A chorus of varying ringtones surrounds us on the front lawn of our house and glances are exchanged as we pull out our phones. Mine is in my bag, so I lean over Bo’s as she slides the notification. It’s a group text from a short-code number.

– OMEGA CHI BETA SPRING BREAK CONQUESTS. CLICK TO VIEW. –

Bo eyes me with a bent brow before tapping the link. When she does, her hand flies to her mouth.

It’s a website.

With photos and videos of every girl fucked inside Alex’s Spring Break mansion.

My stomach sinks deeper and deeper as our sisters turn one by one, their eyes landing hard on us as a sweat breaks at the nape of my neck. I catch the betrayal beneath Jess’ hurt expression and feel the knife twist once again.

Because right there on the homepage is a looping video of their top conquest.

Me and Bo.