Not This Time
Language: en
During freshman orientation week, a strange upperclassman acting as a squad leader singled out my best friend to fetch water from the equipment shed. As she left, she winked at me. "Wait here. I'll sneak you a cold one." But I waited and waited, and she never came back. When I finally went to check, I saw a crowd gathered outside the shed. My best friend was huddled in a corner, her clothes disheveled, shivering violently. People around were whispering that she was easy, that she tried to seduce the squad leader, that she couldn't even make it a few days into orientation without…