Satan's Sorority Girls

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My dream was to go to veterinary school in the future, and then I could work with and treat the animals I’d always been so interested in. Of course, I knew it was going to take more than just a few biology classes, and this was just the beginning of my long road to get there, but I wasn’t one to shy away from studying. I loved learning more than anything, and my idea of a good night included a comfortable chair and a factual book, so I was confident that I’d ace my degree with flying colors. “Grayson.” I shook my head as Professor Burton called out my name. “Can you give me an example of intracellular signaling?” “Um…” I thought for a second. I couldn’t get this wrong. “An increase of calcium ions in muscle cells can lead to muscle contractions?” “Very good, Mr. Price.” He smiled as he combed through his short brown hair with one hand. “Can anyone give me any more examples?” I sat back in my seat as Professor Burton collected answers from the rest of the students around me. We were all freshmen, and it was the first semester of our first year, so I was still learning the names of everyone around me, but there was one student in particular who I’d noticed on my very first day. “Signaling in the pancreas can result in the release of insulin?” Robyn suggested in a delicate English accent. Robyn Gardner was without a doubt the prettiest and hottest girl I’d ever seen in my life. Her ginger hair draped down her back, her eyes were the color of the sky on a sunny day, and she always had a pair of circular glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. We still hadn’t actually talked even once, and I had to find the courage to even consider starting a conversation with her, but I couldn’t help fantasizing about it. She was fucking perfect. Not only was she always lost in a book, but I knew she loved animals as much as I did given the animal rights stickers she had on the front of her notebook. It was just a damn shame she had no idea who I was. I tried to talk to her once, but it didn’t go very well. I had been too busy thinking of the words I was going to say to her that she’d walked straight past me without me even realizing. I told myself there was always tomorrow, and I just had to try again until I found the courage to say two words to her. But that was a month ago, and I was still trying to find that ability to open my mouth whenever I was around her. I wanted to learn everything about her. I wanted to know why she chose to come to Dowell University in Maine, instead of staying in England where I assumed she was from. Or maybe her family lived in Maine, but she retained the English accent when they moved across the pond? What was her family like? Did she have hundreds of siblings, or did she grow up with just her grandparents like I did? I also wanted to know if Robyn was interested in working with animals like I was, or maybe biology was just an added part of her curriculum? Did she listen to music when she studied, or did she find that additional background noise distracted her? And if she did listen to music, then what was her go-to genre? There was so much to learn about her, but I had an entire academic year in order to get to know Robyn better, so hopefully I’d be able to say something to her in that time. On the other hand… who was I kidding? I eyed the slew of buffer, more confident guys in our class. Those were the types of dudes that girls like Robyn went for. Not shaggy-haired guys who were tall, sure, but admittedly lanky and awkward as fuck. “Now,” Professor Burton said as everyone began to shove their books and laptops in their bags. “I’m very aware that today is the start of rush week, but I still expect your introductory essays to be submitted by six o’clock Wednesday evening. If anyone needs any assistance, or if they want to discuss their essays with me, then my door is always open.” A few of the students cheered, but I had to muffle back the groan that threatened to slip through my lips. It was the start of that one particular week when every sorority and fraternity in town looked for more people to join them, so the students around me were pumped, especially if they had a particular house in general they wanted to join. But rush week wasn’t something I was remotely interested in. I was quite comfortable in my dorm room with the normal students. It meant I had