Free Dirty Rush by Taylor Bell Page A

genuine happiness. Or maybe I was just so overwhelmed by the last hour of my life that I couldn’t do much besides smile and nod. I definitely didn’t have any burning desire to be a part of this group of crazy girls, but the fact that they wanted me to be a part of their world felt good.
    â€œThanks, I’m . . . um, I’m excited.”
    â€œGood. You should be.”
    â€œI . . . am.”
    â€œGood. You should be.”
    â€œNo, I totally am.”
    We both looked straight ahead.
    â€œWelcome to the dark side.”

6.
POSSIBLY ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE
    I n the haze of finding out that I’d officially/unofficially gotten a bid, while sitting at the university hospital, waiting for a girl who had ass beads stuck up her butthole, I had an epiphany: College is insane. Like it’s actually an insane place where literally anything can happen. And I was loving it. After twenty minutes or so of silence with Colette, Kenadie came skipping out of the ER with a big grin on her face, as if nothing had happened.
    â€œWe’re good to go,” she chirped.
    â€œGood,” replied Colette in her driest voice. “Do you need to go back to the house now, or . . . ?”
    â€œNope. I’m all good. Let’s go straight to Omega Sig. I’m thirsty.”
    â€œThat’s my girl.”
    On the car ride over, Kenadie explained that the doctor wasn’t able to get all the beads out, because one had broken off the chain and was too far up her “poop-shoot” to retrieve without the use of a muscle relaxer. “I just looked that doc right in the eye and told him that we’d just have to wait on that. I honestly don’t trust myself to not get drunk while on prescription pills. I’ve done it before, it was not cute, and I swore I’d never do it again. One minute you’re drinkin’ and feelin’ loosey-goosey with two fine young gentlemen, they offer you some more oxy, and the next thing ya know, both of their you-know-whats are in your you-know-where.” Then she whispered “butthole,” as if it needed explaining.
    â€œIt’s incredibly brave of you to abstain like that,” I said.
    â€œThank you for seeing that, Taylor. Thank you very much.”
    â€œYou are very welcome.”
    Oh my God.
    W hen we arrived at the Omega Sigma house, Colette led us through a side entrance. She must have texted Meg and the twins, because they were waiting at the door with a drink for each of us. We all hugged as Kenadie caught the girls up on her situation. Once we were inside the house, we gathered in the entryway for a few minutes so Meg could give us the entire rundown of the evening’s events thus far.
    â€œSo basically it’s a fucking shitshow down there. Rachel puked after about twelve minutes, Sabrina and Ben broke the sink in the basement bathroom, and there is so, so, so, so, so muchcoke tonight. Like more than there’s ever been. And it’s really good, which I’m not mad at.”
    â€œCute,” Colette replied.
    â€œOh, and that guy Rob Sherman brought his girlfriend, who is a fucking high school junior. She’s annoying, completely out-of-her-head wasted, and becoming more and more naked by the minute. Something needs to be done ASAP.”
    â€œFucking Rob,” Colette said quietly. “He is such a sweet kid and his dick is huge, but if he keeps bringing kids to the adult table, it could get ugly . . . and illegal. One of you needs to simply explain to him that just because he has the emotional intelligence and maturity of an eighth grader doesn’t mean he has to fuck eighth graders.”
    Forty-eight hours ago, I walked into the Omega Sig house for the first time, a complete outsider. This whole world was foreign to me, unknown. But now I was standing with these girls as an equal, a part of the inner workings of a community I thought I had no