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overwhelmingly minty and her voice is threateningly sweet. Neither are my favorite flavors.
    “Danke.”
    “Dunk what?” she growls.
    “It means thank you in German.” I smile while attempting to extract my fingers from Mag’s death grip.
    “Does it look like we’re in fucking Germany?” she hisses.
    “Well, the Gestapo seems to be out in full force.”
    A collective gasp shakes the heady silence. I couldn’t help it. I glance sheepishly at Iris, but she’s staring at the wall like she’s never met me before in her life. Loyal roommates are the best kind.
    “Congratulations for being the first pledge of the year to get on my bad side.” Sigrid tucks a strand of hair behind my ear in a way that would be motherly if it didn’t speak volumes about how she’s planning to murder me later. “Trust me, it’s not a place you want to remain. I’d do my best to get off it as soon as possible.”
    If she thinks I’m going to lick her feet, she needs to be educated on how Fiona Arlett functions. I open my mouth to do just that, but she’s already standing and turning around, and Mags’s returned pressure on my hand tells me it’s better to pick my battles.
    “Let me make an appointment to have your mouth sewn shut,” Iris whispers. Her dad is a famous plastic surgeon, and she often threatens me with various body modifications. Sadly, never the kind that involves bigger boobs.
    “Maybe I should explain about the competition, Siggy,” says Ellie in a high stage whisper.
    I stifle a snort. Siggy?
    “Of course, Els.” Sigrid crosses her arms and devotes her full attention to glaring at me. I pretend it’s beach sunshine and bask in it. Though my tan is already perfect.
    “Okay, girls!” Ellie claps her hands together like a camp counselor on crack. “It’s time to tell you about the James Games.”
    Not James Reid again. I’m developing a personal distaste for the guy, and I’ve never even met him. I turn to roll my eyes at Iris, but she’s rapt. So is every other girl in the room.
    “We try to keep a secret, but you’ve likely heard the stories,” Ellie chirrups. “What I’m sure you know is that James Reid attend this school and does not date anyone—except members of this sorority.”
    So the guy refuses all girls except ones from the hottest sorority on campus? That explains why it’s so popular. I make a mental note to fart in his general direction when I finally do run across him.
    “To avoid underhandedness, and to preserve our sisterhood, we have set up a contest to make sure everyone has a fair shot at James. The Games involve proving to each girl here, and to yourself, who is the most worthy of him. At the end of the semester, the points will be tallied—the seniors will be handling the judging and the tallying in private meetings—and the girl with the highest score gets a date with James.”
    I resist the urge to projectile vomit into the ceiling, but it’s a close call. I expect Iris to lose the same battle—if I think this is stupid, then her brain must be combusting—but she’s listening intently. Weird.
    “But what if James doesn’t like the girl who wins the Games?” someone asks breathlessly.
    “He has an agreement with Brooklyn,” says Ellie cheerily while Sigrid continues attempting to melt a hole through my skull with her eyes. “The winner gets one date—a full night, with the activities up to the winner. It’s an opportunity that only Phi Delta Chi girls get.”
    “So you better be grateful for it,” Sigrid butts in.
    “What do you have to do to win the Games?” asks Mags with a nervous glance at Sigrid.
    Sigrid snorts. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. First-years never win.”
    “We’ll email you the details,” says Ellie. “There will be different challenges. The first one is this weekend—a kickoff party here at the Phi Delta Chi house. The requirements are to dress as modestly as you can while still being party-appropriate. It’s a tricky