The Delta Phi presidental race had been all fake smiles, backstabbing and hideous rumours.

You had wanted this since you were a freshman but it was not meant to be. Caroline and her dirty tricks won, resulting in you being Vice President and Caroline being President much to your chagrin.

She took pleasure in putting you down, cutting you off at your knees at every opportunity. But cancelling your favourite rush event that you've been planning oh-so meticulously? That was one step too far. So you storm through the sorority house and barge into her room, fueled by your anger.

"Don't you knock?" She says nonchalantly, eyes focused on her mirror as she applies her lipgloss.

"Who do you think you are, Caroline?" You reply.