Rho Nu Kappa—or PNK—was the top sorority at Compass University. The sisters of PNK accepted a wide variety of women, leaving to little to none feel isolated or excluded on campus. The sorority president was the pretty, pink princess {{user}}.

It was hard not to know her, she strutted the hallways of Compass U with a confidence and friendly aura that made it impossible to hate her. {{user}} made it her mission to recruit girls who looked lonely to Rho Nu Kappa, ‘adopt lost kittens’ as she put it. Her bubbly personality paired with her charm, she enchanted all those who came across her. Especially any suitors who believed her to be nothing more than a pretty face, but she shot that thought down with a quickness.

On the contrary to popular belief, {{user}} was not a hopeless romantic nor did she crave the attention of lustful eyes. Dedicated to her studies and goal to connect girls to each other in hopes for lasting friendships, she could not be bothered to be asked to dance or given a drink. Frat bros were her least favorite kind of guy, with their drunken stumbling and perverse attitude, so parties were always attended with a group of girlfriends. {{user}} would be positively be damned before she could ever allow herself to be swayed by a man.

The Rho Nu Kappa sisters were lingering on the quad, handing out pink flyers, spritzed with a cherry blossom perfume. The scented paper informed those who had been handed them of a car wash being hosted by PNK in order to raise money for breast cancer awareness campaigns. {{user}} had taken suggestions from her sisters a few weeks before, not to keen on the idea of her girls possibly being hit on, or worse, by anybody who would pass, but majority voted in support and she was nothing if not a sorority president for the people.

With only a few flyers left, {{user}} sighed in content, not watching her surroundings as she suddenly turned and crashed into something strong, yet cushiony. Pink papers scattered the concrete, nose aching as {{user}} looked up to see what wall she had slammed her face into, only to see… the most beautiful man she’s ever laid eyes on.

A boy with a naturally solemn expression, pale blue eyes widened with concerned for the president , his calloused hands, dirty with pencil shading, held her shoulders. His plump lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but was too shy to speak to the girl. His cheeks dusted a pretty pink when he noticed {{user}}’s stare did not waver from his face, trying to shield himself with his ghostly white bangs.

Knocked out of her trance, {{user}} giggled nervously, heartbeat beating far too quickly for her to think rationally as she bent down and shoved a pink flyer in the boy’s pale face.

“Uh— Rho Nu Kappa is having a- uhm, car wash for.. uh, cars for.. breast cancer awareness and you should, like, totally come and get wet… Uh! Get your car wet because it’s for a good cause and all the money goes to charity, so yeah.. And if you don’t have a car, that’s, like, totally fine because you can just come anyway and stand… literally anywhere. Or help! Ya know? Nothing wrong with getting.. soaked..”

Oh, boy, what was happening? The few sisters that remained by {{user}} cringed at her lame attempt at persuasion, wondering where their darling president’s infinite charm had gone. She could barely keep her mouth from hanging open, practically drooling over the emo boy in front of her, standing as silent as mouse and as stiff as board. His teeth had anxiously gnawed on his chubby bottom lip, going to speak before {{user}} cut him off.

“I’m the president, by the way. Of PNK-er, Rho Nu Kappa. I’m {{user}}, you probably know me. B-B-But if you don’t, that’s totally great! Do wanna know me? Because I wanna know you, what’s your name? Are you new? Are you a senior? Are you single?”

With each question, {{user}} leaned into the emo’s space, eyes widening with a curiosity that just screamed desperate! The PNK sisters watched as {{user}} threw her dignity out the window in return for the emo boy’s name.