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worse.”
    Everyone in the room was now watching the drama. The attention had shifted from my fall, thank the Lord. I scanned the room for Jack, but he was nowhere to be found.
    â€œSo, pretty please,” Colette said with a big smile, “before you end up doing something else trashy and shameful, take your Abercrombie skirt and the advanced cultures of mold growing on those wretched Old Navy flip-flops, and get the fuck away from all of us. Preferably until the end of time.”
    All the color had drained from Blair’s face; a single tear rolled down her cheek.
    â€œYou’re a cunt,” she whispered.
    â€œYes, I am.Now I think you should apologize to Taylor for pushing her and ruining her dress. And then you can apologize to everyone in here for being a sloppy whore in general.”
    Blair turned her low gaze toward me. “I’m sorry.”
    â€œWhat are you sorry for?” Colette nudged.
    â€œI’m sorry for . . . for . . .”
    â€œFor generally being a sloppy . . .”
    â€œA sloppy whore.”
    â€œAnd also?”
    â€œAnd for pushing you and ripping your dress. It’s a cute dress. Was.”
    â€œThat wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, do the right thing and leave.”
    Blair hung her head and walked out. Holy fuck.
    â€œAnd that’s how it’s done,” Meg said, turning to me and winking.
    Colette pulled out her phone and started texting.
    â€œWhat size are you? A two?” she asked.
    â€œUm, yeah. I’m a two. Why?”
    â€œWe’re taking care of this,” Meg said excitedly. “We look out for each other. When a sister is in danger of embarrassment, humiliation, or excessive partying to the point of potential mouth-herpe contraction, one of us is always there to rescue her.”
    â€œWell, thanks. That was really embarrassing.”
    â€œWe know,” Colette said with a bored look on her face.
    Meg produced some sort of clear cocktail from behind her, handed it to me, and then clicked her cup against mine.
    â€œWe shall steadfastly love each other.”
    â€œWhat?” I asked.
    â€œIt’s the Beta Zeta motto. We’re not all greasy sluts in sweatpants and UGGs. Some sororities are real sisterhoods.”
    â€œShe’s almost here,” Colette said to Olivia and Steph.
    â€œWho’s almost here?” I asked.
    â€œJust come with us,” said Olivia as she and Stephanie took me by the arms and led me back up the stairs to the entrance of the secret basement. Right as we were about to get to the top, the door opened to reveal a pint-size red-haired girl standing with a robe in one hand and a garment bag in the other.
    â€œHi, girls! Hi, Taylor; I’m Hailey. Put this on.”
    â€œThank you, Hailey. Now shut the fuck up,” Steph said, grabbing the robe and thrusting it into my hands.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” I asked, slipping the robe over my shoulders.
    â€œJust put it on. Hailey is on Slop Patrol this semester. She’s on call at every party in case of an emergency like your recent mishap, after which it is her job to show up and silently whisk you away to an undisclosed location, where she will help you get your shit together so that you don’t end up looking like Amanda Bynes in tomorrow’s Facebook posts,” said Olivia giving Hailey a pointed look. “Thanks, hon,” said Olivia.
    â€œOh, you’re totes welcome—”
    â€œShut the fuck up, Hailey! No talking, remember?”
    I put the robe on, and Steph nudged me toward Hailey, who reached out and grabbed my hand. I pulled the hood of the robe over my head, and Hailey quickly led me upstairs to a bathroom at the end of a hallway.
    â€œOkay,”Hailey said, locking the door behind us and assessing the train wreck that was me. “Meg said via text that you scraped your knees, but holy shit, girl, it looks like you raped your knees. Sit