Someone is jealous of Jessica Wakefield.
Someone who'll do anything to take her place.
Someone who has the power to make bad things happen . . .
Very bad things.
"Puke! Greeksville," Gia Allen muttered as she pulled her Mercedes coupe into a parking spot across from the Theta Alpha Theta sorority house. The huge, Victorian-style mansion was buzzing with bouncy, fresh-faced cheerleader types enjoying a sunny Sunday morning. There had to be as least three of them crammed onto each porch swing. Why was there never a chain cutter around when you needed one? she wondered.
Deal with it, she ordered herself, her knuckles white from their grip on the steering wheel. If that's what it takes to win Parker back, then I'll be sitting on those swings myself.
Parker Anderson was inot sorority girls. The perkier, the doppier, the better. Well, Gia was going to give him exactly what he wanted. Which made scamming her way into Theta a stroke of genius.
The ornately carved doors of Theta flew open, and another group of laughing girls spilled out onto the wraparound porch. Gia slumped into the shadow of her leather seat. She wasn't ready to leave her car and deal with the bimbo brigade. Not yet.
Besides in just a few hours, Gia would be one of them.
She smiled.