Parties, drinking games, and music were all Kat knew until she found herself in the middle of Michael Clifford. No one thinks they should be together, but meddling parents and volatile exes are the least of their problems. Between dating her favorit...
"Michael, I'm going to say this one last time: get off."
Michael reluctantly unlatched his arms from my torso after 20 minutes of me trying to convince him to let go of me. We already slept in way later than I planned to, but he convinced me to sleep in to combat the jet lag. Unfortunately, with sorority recruitment coming up soon, I had to start planning for it the day we got back from the first leg of the US tour.
"You don't have to go," Michael argues weakly, but by now, he knows that I'm eventually going to have to leave.
"Yes, I do," I roll to the side to kiss his nose, and he scrunches it in response. A small smile creeps onto his face, but he quickly replaces it with a pitiful frown.
"Please," Michael whimpers, "don't go. We hardly got any time alone on the road, and now that we're back, you're just going to leave?"
"I don't want to go," I assure him, "but the recruitment chair can't exactly miss the recruitment meeting. We still have to finalize outfits and decorations."
"That sounds like a made up excuse," Michael argues, and I shake my head at him.
"It's actually really important." I stand from his bed at last and quickly pull my clothes on so that I can head over to my sorority house for my meeting. "I'll be back over tonight, okay?"
"I'm in the studio tonight," Michael sits up and frowns at me. "Tomorrow?"
"I have recruitment practice all day tomorrow."
"Can I come with you?" Michael asks, and I debate whether or not I should let him come. Technically, there's no rule saying he can't come to practice, just actual rush.
"No," I decide, "I'll be too busy to spend time with you anyways."
"At least promise me that you're still coming to that party with me on Saturday," Michael pleads.
"I'm not missing a party on a yacht," I tease as I lean down to quickly kiss him goodbye. "I'll be there, but right now, I have to run or I'm gonna be late."
"Fiiiiine," Michael huffs dramatically. "I'll miss you though."
"I haven't even left yet, you dingus," I ruffle his hair and sneak one last kiss before rushing out of the bedroom. Luke is still not awake yet, so I slip out the front door and head straight for my car so that I can try and make it to my meeting on time.
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If I had to discuss outfits with Grace for another minute, I was going to lose my shit.
When I took over the recruitment chair position, I had forgotten one very important detail: my sorority sisters, however much I loved them, were annoying as hell when it came to rush. The idea of almost a thousand new freshman coming into the house seemed to throw the entire chapter into a frenzy without fail.
"We should definitely go with empire waist dresses," Grace, my oh-so-helpful membership coordinator insisted. Even though she was responsible for mainly the paperwork aspect of rush, she had been constantly giving input as to themes, outfits and basically all of my responsibilities. Living across the hall from her in the Kappa house was going to be interesting.
"No, empire waists make people look shorter and flat-chested," I argued with her for what felt like the hundredth time. Grace rarely wore anything besides athletic clothes, so why she thought she had anything useful to say on this subject was beyond me at this point.
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"Kat, are you even listening?" Grace looked at me frantically. "We have to finalize mailer so I can send it out before practices start tomorrow.
"Yeah, sorry," I looked down at my phone in frustration. "Michael is being needy."
"Tell him you have more important things to do at the moment," she snapped. "We haven't even decided on what tops to wear for round two yet."
"What a tragedy," I mumbled, much to Grace's disdain.
"This is literally your job," she scoffed at me.
"Just give me a second." I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my phone.
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"Earth to Kat!" Grace waved her hand in front of my face in the most obnoxious way possible. "You spent all summer with your superstar boyfriend. He can survive without you for a few hours."
"You're right," I stuffed my phone into my back pocket and focused my attention back on my laptop where different outfit options filled my Pinterest board.
"Are you getting rid of the purple?" Grace prodded as I scrolled through the outfit ideas I saved over the summer.
"Huh?" I lifted my head and gave her a confused look.
"That streak in your hair," she pointed towards the nape of my neck. "It's going to clash with all of our blue outfits for rush, plus it's looking a little dingy."
I looked down at the pitiful lock of hair and sighed. Grace was right: the lock of hair that Michael had died was patchy and faded now. I had intended to get it redone purple, but with rush coming up, it was probably better to just dye it back to my natural color.
"I'll go get my hair done later," I sighed defeatedly. I knew it was probably best for me to just get it dyed, but I was worried how Michael would react to me getting rid of my purple streak. I just hoped he wouldn't take it personally.