Wars - Sorority

“Flag captured by Psi Delta rookie,” one announced. “Game over.”

Lena walked over, wiped a smear of slime from Chloe’s cheek, and smiled—the real smile, not the smirk. Sorority Wars

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.” “Flag captured by Psi Delta rookie,” one announced

“You’re lost, yellowbird,” the Theta said. Her name tag read Lena. President. “Flag captured by Psi Delta rookie

The bushes broke her fall. Branches scraped her arms. But she rolled out onto the main lawn, flag streaming behind her, just as the campus clock struck nine—the official end of the game.