Never Have You Ever (The Love Game #1)- Elizabeth Hayley Page 0,21
house so you’d get Brody’s room back.”
Not that I wouldn’t understand that. Having his bachelor pad invaded by a pretend younger sister who told everyone he was gay had to be cramping his style. It wasn’t the college experience he’d probably hoped for when he’d agreed to switch lives with my brother.
“No!” He looked momentarily shocked, but the surprise seemed to slide off his face as quickly as it appeared. “I mean, I won’t deny that sleeping in a real bed again would be a nice by-product, but it’s not my main motivation. I’d actually like to help you. What Aamee did to you was fucked up, and I’d love to see her face if we could find some sort of loophole or something that would allow you to move back in.”
Drew looked so determined. I felt bad I didn’t feel the same passion. Well, I had when it had all first gone down, but since living with Drew hadn’t turned out to be a hardship by any means, my initial anger had dissipated quickly. Still, I had to agree that the injustice of it all was difficult to ignore, and I’d love to prove Aamee wrong on principle alone.
“Maybe there is a loophole,” I said. “I never checked the Zeta Eta Chi handbook.”
Drew’s face lit up. He stopped pacing and looked at me. “Is that the one Aamee cited to kick you out in the first place?”
“The very same.”
“And you never bothered to look at it to see if there was some way to get back in?”
When he put it like that, it sounded ridiculous. But at the time, there was no debating what the rule said. Sure it was unfair that I’d been the one to get called out on it, but I’d broken it all the same.
“It occurred to me the other day,” I said, “but I forgot all about it, to be honest. It’s just one of those stupid handbooks that probably hasn’t ever been changed. Every girl gets one emailed to her, but no one ever actually reads it.”
“Except Aamee,” Drew said with that goofy smirk he had.
“Very funny.”
He leaned against a nearby table and folded his arms across his chest. “You think it breaks any rules if I read the handbook?”
“I guess it doesn’t if no one knows about it.”
“Can you email it to me? I’ll look it over while you type.”
“I can barely read your handwriting, remember?”
“It’ll be fine. Just put what you think it says, and I’ll read it over and correct anything before I turn it in,” he said, obviously not letting the suggestion go.
I sighed heavily, shaking my head at him. “What’s your email address?”
D R E W
I picked a computer about five seats down from Sophia so as not to disturb her any more than was necessary. She was doing me a huge favor, and the least I could do was help her find a way to take down Aamee.
As I scanned through the sorority handbook’s Table of Contents, I couldn’t shake the optimism that I would find some way to help her.
My eyes locked on Bylaws and Code of Conduct, but both proved to be unhelpful. Other than Sophia calling attention to Aamee’s transgressions—which would be difficult now that she wasn’t living with her—I couldn’t find anything useful.
Until I began reading up on Officer Transition. “I think I got it!” I could barely hide my excitement, and I didn’t try to.
Sophia seemed less enthused. “What is it?”
“You said you can’t do anything to Aamee because she’s president, right?”
Sophia’s raised eyebrows let me know I should continue.
“Well, there’s a clause here, or whatever you call it, that says if a current president ran unopposed, she can be challenged by another member of the sorority if that member was previously ineligible to run.”
I was reading from the screen, but I couldn’t wait to see Sophia’s expression when I finished. She’d probably be so ecstatic that she’d immediately begin campaigning. Or maybe she’d run over and throw her arms around me in a grateful and much-welcomed embrace.
In reality, she looked like I’d been lecturing her on how to properly install a car transmission or something else she couldn’t give a shit less about.
“Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like…not as smiley as I’d hoped.”
“Because I can’t run for president,” she said simply.
“Are you in a sensory-deprivation tank? I just said you can.”
“I heard you. And I’m thankful you’re trying to help me out. I am.”