"I don't understand," Delphine growled, her tone harsh.

"Miss Cormier, you need more than an outstanding transcript. You've had a single room since freshman year. You haven't joined any activities..."

"I don't want to join the cheerleading squad, I want to be in the lab," she scoffed. Since arriving in America for her studies, the school had been pushing her to shift her focus from studies to socializing. Not only did Delphine feel as if she were being forced to change who she is, she also felt that a man would never be asked to do these things.

"It may not be enough. The editor of Modern Science was a member of Zeta Nu."

"The sorority? The girls with the bad reputation?"

"The activity goes on your transcript. The reputation does not."

"How do I join the stupid club?" She crossed her arms.

"Rush starts tomorrow. And it isn't a club; it's a sorority. If they pick you-"

"Trust me. They'll pick me," she snapped as she stood up.

That night, Delphine wore her shortest brown leather skirt and a purple lace camisole. She knew the girls were known for heels, so she switched her normal boots for heels.

"Welcome," Madison yelled. She had perfectly straightened hair and blindingly white teeth. She smiled, but Delphine felt the bitchiness underneath. Delphine immediately hated Madison. "You're all here because you want to be us."

Behind her, a slender brunette with dreadlocks rolled her eyes. The move went unnoticed by everyone except Delphine, who had to stifle a laugh. That caught the brunettes attention. She quickly put on her glasses, getting a better look.

As the rush party continued, Delphine made small talk with a few of the sisters. She used knowledge from her psychology courses, finding common ties to each of the girls, regardless of how vapid Delphine felt those connections were.

"Oh, I know" Delphine began. "It's so hard to straighten my hair when it is so humid..." she nodded enthusiastically to another blonde with curly hair.

"I never have that problem," the brunette with dreadlocks interrupted.

"So it seems," the other blonde whispered, looking her up and down judgmentally. "You're pledging?" She asked.

"No, I'm actually a sister already," Cosima smiled as her reaction changed.

"I love those dreadlocks. I'm Megan."

"I'm Cosima." Cosima studied Delphine. Her gaze was so intensely that Delphine blushed. Megan walked off, realizing she wasn't getting Cosima's attention.

"Enchantee," Delphine whispered.

"Enchantee," Cosima repeated. Her pronunciation making Delphine smile.

"Delphine? Come with me!" One of the older sisters interrupted, pushing Delphine away from Cosima and to a group of girls who were fawning over her and touching her hair.

Cosima watched the blonde. She didn't seem interested in their compliments or touches. And she didn't seem interested in Madison's speech. Normally pledges were falling all over the girls like Madison, desperate for even a morsel of attention. Between her beauty and her precious accent, they treated Delphine like she was a doll.

Still, Cosima felt a twinge of jealousy at how easily they touched her. Because her mother was a sorority sister, they were forced to accept her just as her mother had forced her to join. She got the vibes that while the sorority claimed to be understanding and accepting, they didn't want her to do much more than admit her sexuality. It was never spoken of and she knew to be very careful of how she spoke to sisters and the words she used. She secretly hated the sisters, so it wasn't hard to keep from speaking platonically. She hadn't even really noticed the appearance of a single sister.

Until now.

Until her.