Chapter 11 - Pamela

After texting Hana, I took the initiative. Just call me Santa Pam. I played McFingers like a damn fiddle bringing up Dai-suk-it. He and his friends were already making their plans.

I couldn’t hear what they said in that room, but I could imagine. The look on Aidan’s face was priceless when I told him Hana’s lackluster fling was sniffing around. I’ve never seen someone move as fast as he did to return to his room.

I checked my flight status on my phone as I entered the frat’s kitchen. I knew there wouldn’t be many guys here over break, but there were close to twenty guys in the kitchen, and they all went silent when I walked in. I arched my eyebrow as everyone turned to look at me.

“Um. Hi. Did I interrupt some super-secret frat meeting?” I joked.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“This is bullshit.”

“What’s she doing here?”

“Get out.”

“Are we done here?”

It was a cacophony of different answers. Some contradicted each other, and others were just rude. Like fuck you very much. Who the fuck i