Free Sorority Sisters by Tajuana Butler Page B

Put them on.”
    Tiara put on the tights and shoes. She looked like a model. She had to admit it to herself. She looked pretty good. She loved to dress and always made a fashion statement when on campus. But this time she looked good in a different way.
    “I don’t know why you don’t dress like this more often.”
    “Because I feel like I’m exposing myself too much when my clothes fit too closely.”
    “You wear that spandex shit when you go to the gym.”
    “That’s different.”
    “Whatever!”
    “Whatever,” Tiara sassed back. “Gina’d better hurry up!”
    “That’s right. If she’s not here in five, we leave her.” Just then Gina knocked and walked through the door. She was wearing loose black bell-bottoms and a cut-off long-sleeved top to match. The sleeves flared and hung slightly over her hands. But it was her black stacks that made the outfit sing.
    “You are sharp as usual. And where did you get those shoes?” Sandra asked, and bent down to get a closer look.
    “I’m not gonna tell you, because you’ll go out and get the exact pair, and that would decrease the originality of mine,” Gina said. “Tiara, you know that you’re gonna be killin’ ‘em with that ‘fit.”
    “I told you, Tiara,” Sandra said. “I know what I’m talking about.”
    “We need to hurry up and finish getting our makeup on so we won’t have to be standing at the back of the line,” Tiara said, ignoring her friends’ compliments.
    “You’re right,” Gina responded, “but go on girl, anyway, with your bad self. And you don’t have to say thank you, because I mean it. You’re a diva tonight.” They all laughed and put on their makeup and danced in the mirror while getting ready for the party.
    Once their makeup and hair were perfect, they walked out of the door, leaving Tiara’s room a disaster, but they looked good. Because the campus party was only about a two-minute walk from their dorm, they walked, as most students did. They were feeling good and joking and singing along the way because they all knew it was going to be a good night.
    After the party, they came back to Tiara’s room to recap the excitement. They joked about how all the men were checking out Tiara and how she got asked to dance more times than Gina and Sandra combined. Tiara denied their accusations, but they were telling the truth.
    She was happy to have gotten so much attention, but she was not interested in any of the guys she danced with. However, there was one guy with the deepest dimples and the sexiest smile she had ever seen. She had seen him on campus before, and she thought his name was Ben, but she wasn’t sure. She would have sworn he noticed her too, but he never approached her. And she was not about to approach him. She was a firm believer in men making the first move, giving her the opportunity to not appear desperate or needy. But “Dimples” was fine, and she was going to keep her eyes on him.
    The girls also talked about how awestruck they were by the Greek turnout at the party; every sorority and fraternity on campus was represented in large numbers. They appreciated all the sororities, but all agreed that there was only one for them. They all had dreams of joining the “ladies in pink.” The three imitated members of each organization, dancing around the room while throwing up different fraternity and sorority signs. They got in a line and tried to do the sororities’ steps around Tiara’s small room, but it didn’t work because no one remembered the same moves.
    Exhausted from the night’s activities, they wound down around five-thirty. Tiara had a king-sized bed, made up of two twin beds pushed together with a king-sized egg crate foam pad on the mattresses, and they all found a spot on the huge bed and passed out in their party clothes.
    Sandra was the first to wake up. It was a little after noon. “Oh no, I need to call my parents. First I need to call Mindy.”
    Gina looked at her and shook her