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Margot, covered in green slime, stared. Lena, emerging from the boathouse with a towel, stopped mid-wipe. The referees—three exhausted RAs—raised their binoculars.

Silence. Then chaos. Psi Deltas tackled Chloe in a muddy, slimy hug. Thetas threw their supersoakers to the ground in disbelief. Sorority Wars

At Margot’s signal, the two dozen Psi Deltas scattered into the pre-dawn fog. Chloe was assigned to “Observation,” which turned out to be crouching behind a recycling bin near the Theta house, radio pressed to her ear. Margot, covered in green slime, stared

The bushes broke her fall. Branches scraped her arms. But she rolled out onto the main lawn, flag streaming behind her, just as the campus clock struck nine—the official end of the game. Silence

“I know where I’m going,” Chloe lied.

“Not bad, yellowbird,” she said. “Next year, I’m recruiting you.”

“Flag captured by Psi Delta rookie,” one announced. “Game over.”