Looking at the number I was surprised it was Becka. I smiled for the first time since arriving at the frat house, reminiscing of her between my legs this morning, although it seemed so long ago considering this crazy day.

Trying to sound casual, I answered, "Hi, Becka."

"Hi, Victoria," she replied, her tone hinting something was amiss.

"What's wrong, Becka?" I asked.

She was clearly upset. "I have a message for you from Olivia."

"Why the fuck can't she do anything herself?" I snapped.

"S-s-she wants you to meet her at my house at midnight," Becka said stammering clearly uncomfortable being involved in this.

I looked at my watch....