Charlie got into her Jeep and ignoring the gaping face that was staring at her.
"What was that!?" Reanne squeeled.
"Shut up." Charlie growled and she drove quickly back to Concordia.
"I thought I was spending the night at your dorms?" Reanne asked, noticing where they were going.
"Yeah, you were. Until you opened your big mouth. Besides you have school tomorrow and I have volleyball practice in the morning. Can't have you keeping me up all night with your pestersome questions." Charlie parked and waited for Reanne to get out.
"Well, you've avoided my questions for tonight, but don't you dare think I'll forget about this." Charlie chuckled at Reanne trying to be threatening and drove off.
When she got back to her dorm, the lights were out in all the windows. No late night studiers seemed to be awake. It was almost two. Charlie sighed, thinking about the gruesome day she had ahead of her. She practically crawled up the stairs and into her room, kicking her shoes off and plopping on the bed.
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The next morning she woke up with her alarm and groaned. Why did I decide volleyball was a good choice? She thought to herself and she grabbed her practice bag. She slipped into her spanx and jersey, which had the number thirteen on the back. She laced up her sneakers, pulled on her knee pads, but leaving them at her ankles until she could get to practice. Then she combed her hair into a ponytail and walked out the door, running into someone.
"Ugh." She looked up to see none other than Dwight Stifler.
"We have got to stop meeting like this." He said cockily.
"You have got to watch where you're going," Charlie retorted, locking her door and heading down the stairs with Dwight following.
"Where are you going?" Dwight tilted his head to get a better look at those shorts.
"Practice." Charlie moved her bag so it covered up her ass and Dwight groaned, catching up with her.
"This early?"
"Just like every other day, yeah." Charlie walked across the campus to the gym.
"You should ditch today." Dwight closed the door to the locker room so she couldn't open it.
"No, we've got a game on Saturday. If I don't practice, I don't play." Charlie yanked the door open.
"This Saturday?" Dwight's eye perked up.
"Yes."
"And does everyone wear those skimpy little shorts?" Dwight went to look behind her but she blocked his way.
"Yes."
"I'll see ya then." Dwight released the door and walked off. Charlie could have strangled him but instead chose to go to practice, which she was already late for.
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After practice, Reanne called, but Charlie didn't have time to answer it. She went back to her dorm and put some sweatpants and a t-shirt on then went to her classes. They went by rather fast and when she got back to her dorm, she called Reanne back.
"So, how was your night with Wesley?" Charlie settled in her chair, munching on some chips.
"Good, He seems sweet enough. Don't know how he got into the Beta house."
"Ah, yeah, I thought the same thing. Turns out every time he drinks, he blacks out and doesn't remember anything from the night before."
"Oh," Reanne's attitude changed immediately. "Was he drinking last night?"
"Haha, no, hon. He was sober last night."
"Oh, good. We still going to the party on Saturday?"
"Yes. Which, by the way, Wesley might be drinking at." Charlie sipped on some soda.
"Oh, okay. Is he like, single?"
"As far as I know. You'll have to ask him."
"Okay. So are you going to tell me what's up with Dwight and you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play coy with me, missy. I saw what happened before we left."
"Oh, that. Had to give him something to look forward to."
"Well, then. So you are planning to seal the deal?"
"Maybe." Charlie snapped.
"Oh, when will that be?" Reanne pestered.
"I don't know! When it feels right..." Charlie trailed off.
"Oh, so when you both have so much sexual frustration that neither of you can take it?"
"Sounds about right."
"Oh, I gotta go. Study session. Talk to ya later?"
"Of course." Charlie hung up and sighed. She knew she should do some homework, but she didn't feel like it. She checked on her computer where the gymnastics room was and decided to go practice some flips. She marched across the campus in her sweats and t-shirt until she found it. She opened the door to find it empty and smiled. She hadn't practiced all summer and didn't want anyone to laugh at her when she fell.
She went to her favorite, the uneven bars. Charlie pulled herself up onto the bar and hooked her legs over, dropping so that she was upside down. She heard someone come into the gym and she flipped back right side up.
"This gym is for the gymnastics team only." She was a shorter woman, and by the tone in her voice, Charlie could tell she was the coach.
"Sorry, just seeing if I still had it." Charlie dismounted, flipping twice in the air before she did so.
"What was that?" The woman stood near Charlie and put her hands on her hips.
"Double-back?"
"What's your name?"
"Charlie." Charlie shook the woman's hand.
"Hi, there. I'm Ms. Harris, the gymnastics coach."
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. How long have you been in the game?"
"Since kindergarten." Charlie blushed.
"Good. How do you feel about college gymnastics?"
"I thought about it, but I missed tryouts. And I'm doing volleyball as well." Charlie picked up her bag and started walking.
"You are right. Now, if you come back next semester, tryout, make the team, we can work around volleyball." Ms. Harris smiled. "We could use someone like you on our team."
"Really? That would be awesome!"
"Yeah totally! Here's my card. Look forward to seeing you next semester." She walked out.
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Charlie got back to her dorm and flopped on the bed, she was exhausted. Once again, a knock at the door disrupted her.
"Are you kidding me?" She got up and answered the door. "Dwight, are you serious?"
"Don't be so happy to see me." He pushed past her and sat on her bed.
"I'm tired. I want to sleep."
"Well, don't let me keep you." Dwight lay down on her bed, scooting to one side. He pat the spot in front of him. Charlie raised an eyebrow. Dwight raised his hands above his head. "No funny business."
Charlie remained skeptical but climbed onto her bed. Dwight put his hand on her hip and she turned to glare at him.
"What?! Where else can I put it? Your bed is surprisingly small."
"That's because it came with the room." Charlie tried her best to ignore him and fell asleep.
About an hour later, Charlie's phone started ringing. She found it and answered it.
"Hello?" She said sleepily.
"Did you forget to call me back?"
"Ugh, Reanne, I'm sleeping. It was a long day." Dwight wrapped his arm around her more and she sucked in her breathe.
"Is someone there with you?" Reanne's accusing voice rang through.
"No! Why would you think that?" Charlie tried to throw it off.
"Oh my God! There is! Who is it? Is it Dwight?!"
"I'll call you later, bye!" Charlie hung up quickly. She sighed and called the restaurant that they went to yesterday.
"Ashley's restaurant, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I was there yesterday and was told to call today to see about getting a job."
"Oh, yes. Of course. What's your schedule like?" The person asked.
"Well, Monday through Friday I have volleyball practice from six to eight in the morning. And then Monday, Wednesday, Friday I have class from ten to four."
"Okay, perfect. Can you be here tomorrow at ten? So we can see how well you do."
"Sounds good. Anything specific I should wear?"
"Honestly, something that is classy, but will get you tips."
"Okay. I'll be there tomorrow."
"See you then."
The manager hung up and Charlie laid back down. Dwight wrapped his other arm around her.
"What are you doing?" She looked at him. His eyes were closed. "I know you're not sleeping."
Dwight opened one eye and smiled.
"New job?"
"Yup." Charlie stood up and pulled her t-shirt off, revealing a purple lace bra.
"Ah, I knew you couldn't resist me." Dwight went to take his shirt off. Charlie walked across the room and pulled it back down.
"I'm changing." She went to her closet and pulled out a tank top.
"Oh, no, no." Dwight went to her closet.
"What?" Charlie looked at him.
"Tonight, we're celebrating. You need to look nice."
"What are we celebrating? Me getting a job?"
"No, us becoming Betas." Dwight pulled out a black sheer top that was also a midriff. Charlie's eyes widened.
"We finished the task board?!"
"Yup. Last night. We checked." Dwight handed her the shirt. "Wear that with some jeans and heels."
"You know, if you hadn't already tried to hit on me time and time again, I'd think you were gay." Charlie put the shirt on and went to find a pair of jeans. She started to pull off her sweatpants, but noticed Dwight watching. She frowned.
"Sorry." He turned around and she pulled them the rest of the way. Dwight peeked behind him and saw she was wearing a matching purple lace thong. She pulled on her jeans and buttoned them quickly.
"I saw that." Charlie smiled. She turned around and Dwight noticed that she had a sparrow tattoo on her left arm. It was on the inside part of her arm.
"What's it mean?" He gestured to the tattoo.
"A few things." Charlie smirked. "Ready?"
Charlie pulled on some black lace heels and put on some dangley earrings.
"Let's go." Dwight offered her his arm and she laced her arm through his.
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They got to the Beta house and were welcomed warmly. Skimpily dressed girls dragged Dwight in front of the bar where Simon, Noah, Johnny, and the other two pledges stood. Charlie just shook her head and followed.
"Gentlemen," Wesley started. "And lady,"
He nodded to Charlie who nodded back.
"Tonight is a very special night in Beta history. Not only do we have our seventh Stifler joining the Beta house, but a Beta first, a woman will join the Betas!"
Everyone cheered, except some of the women, who glared at Charlie.
"So, you get to move in next semester." Wesley tossed a Beta pin to everyone. "And, now that you're Betas, let's party like it!"
Wesley raised his beer and the rest of the group did the same, cheering,
Charlie knew she shouldn't be drinking tonight, but they were celebrating, afterall. Her and Stifler did a few shots and then she went to play flip cup with a group of Betas. Wesley grabbed her around the waist.
"Chharrlie," he slurred. "You'rrre on my teeam."
"Easy there." She smiled and stood on the same side of the table as Wesley. Dwight came over and grinned.
"What are we playing?" Dwight looked at the table.
"Flip cup. You in?" Red asked.
"Let's do it." Dwight went to stand next to Charlie.
"Hold on. Nope. You guys are not on the same team. It'll be Wesley, Charlie, Noah, and Randy." A short Hispanic kid walked up to their side of the table. By the look of him, he was already drunk.
"Fine. Then you guys get Simon." Charlie said.
"What?!" Red shouted.
"If we get this drunk guy, then you get the light-weight."
"Dammit. Fine." Simon went and stood across from Wesley. Dwight stood across from Charlie and everyone else took their places. A girl dressed skimpily raised her hands.
"Ready? Set? Go!" She yelled.
Randy quickly downed his drink and went to flip. He missed the first couple of times and Red gained the lead. Derek, the other guy on Dwight's team started drinking, but luckily Noah drank faster. He flipped over his cup, and so did Derek. Simon and Wesley started drinking. Wesley drank faster but was having some trouble with flipping, while Simon drank slowly. On Simon's first try, he flipped the cup over and Wesley flipped his just seconds after.
Now it was down to Dwight and Charlie. They both drank as fast as they could. They went to flip their cups and the lights and music shut off.
"What the hell?" Charlie heard Dwight say. She frowned and used her phone as a light, clinging on to Dwight's side. She leaned up and whispered in his ear.
"Walk me home?" She saw the shadow of his face look down at her.
"You're not staying out?"
"No, I have to work tomorrow."
"Okay. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the crowd. They got outside and the cold air wrapped around Charlie's body, making her shiver. "Here."
Dwight shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Charlie's shoulders.
"Such a gentleman." She smiled and tugged it closer.
"I have my moments." They walked in silence.
As Charlie reached her door, she turned to Dwight.
"Let me guess, I'm not allowed inside?" He tilted his head.
"You guessed right." She stepped inside her room and turned on her heel. "Don't worry, your time will come."
"Can't wait." He winked.
"Goodnight, Stifler." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and closed the door.