A/N: Hey, here's the fourth chapter! Please review! I really love to hear what you have to say!

Disclaimer: I do not own Greek, nor any of the characters, seeing as slavery was outlawed about 40 years ago.

"Case?" Ashleigh asked softly as she plopped down beside me on the bed. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, um, I've actually gotta go," I said, distractedly.

"See!" Ashleigh yells right into my ear. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you in the first place! You're so…sensitive about things!"

"What?" I yelled back, hurt. "You cried for days after you found out Calvin was gay!"

"Okay, okay," said Ash quickly. "No need to bring that up again. That's completely beside the point. The point is that you shouldn't be too upset about this. I mean, everyone knows that Cappie's a total man-slut. But it's your fault he's so easy!"

My mouth fell open in shock. "What?"

"You didn't know?" said Ashleigh, sneering. "The only reason he sleeps with all those girls is because he misses you! You broke his heart when you dumped him, Case, and I guess having sex helps him forget about that. It's weird, but Cappie's always been a bit…unconventional."

I could feel my face begin to burn with anger over Ashleigh's condescending tone and embarrassment over my complete stupidity. "I…I don't believe you!" I said. I then proceeded to walk out of the room (slamming the door loudly behind me, of course) and exit the ZBZ house. And then I ran.

I didn't stop until I reached a large oak tree at the end of Greek Row. I sat around the back of the tree where no one could see me, and cried. Huge, fat tears rolled out of my eyes and streamed down my cheeks, until I was completely enveloped in my sorrow. My whole body shook with heaving sobs, wrenched from my gut like an anchor from the bottom of the sea.

I stayed like that for a long time. When I was done, I wiped my streaming eyes and nose on my sleeve and fumbled for my cell phone. I dialed Rusty, and waited. And waited, and waited, and waited.

"Why isn't he answering!' I said aloud, frustrated.

I knew that Rusty was busy, probably hanging out with Dale or trying to locate all of his belongings. But I really needed someone to talk to. So I dialed the first number that came to mind.

The phone rang, once, twice…and then…

Cappie's voice, smooth and deep, sounded from the earpiece. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Casey? Is that you?"

I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I hung up and flung the phone into the street, where it was promptly crushed by an SUV carrying a bunch of Tri Pi's. Crap, I thought. But seeing the Tri Pi's go by gave me a good idea.

I stood up and brushed the leaves off my butt before walking around the tree and stepping back onto the sidewalk. I headed toward the Tri Pi house. Because if there was ever a time to get drunk, it was now.

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I knocked on the door warily. From the outside, the Tri Pi house looked like shit. Seriously, just by looking at it you could tell that a bunch of chip-eating, gas-guzzling sluts lived there. I shuddered to think what the inside looked like.

A pudgy looking girl answered the door. She had on a too small tank top, light pink, with the words 'Queen Bitch' written on it in rhinestones. Honestly, someone should tell this girl that she's not Britney Spears.

"Um, hi?" she said. "What do you want?"

"That depends," I began, "On whether you have Vodka or Tequila."

The girl grinned. "Come on in," she said.

So I did.