To All The Boys Who Fucked Me Over
Oh my god, Kat! Come look at these pictures of my new g-little wasted!” Lindsey squealed. G-little, or grand little, is apparently a term you use in a co-ed honors’ fraternity. Lindsey took on a “little” in her fraternity last year, now it was her little’s turn. These roles were meant to emulate a big brother or big sister, but basically it just meant you bought alcohol for someone underage in the fraternity and forced them to drink too much.
You see him for the first time on Lindsey’s iphone screen. He looked like a hot, teen pop star version of Cupid. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, pink cheeks, drunk as fuck facial expression. You think he’s cute even though he’s hunched over a toilet. He’s filling out a Haines t-shirt in all the best ways.
“What the fuck did you make him drink??” You say.
“Oh we make them all chug vodka! It’s hilarious. They always throw up,” Lindsey answers.