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</a><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'">5:54 PM<br/>
Thursday, October 4th</span></b><br/><br/>"You think anyone'll actually show up?"<br/><br/>Ana tried to play the question off as lighthearted, but her pacing betrayed her anxiety. She kept glancing at the open doors, half hopeful to see the excited faces of prospective members, half afraid some faculty member would storm in and shut this whole thing down.<br/><br/>"Will you relax?" Erin's laughter softened the blow of her scolding. "Look, even if the school doesn't think this is a joke, it's not like there's a<i>rule</i>against having a thing like this. And we haven't used any official resources."<br/><br/>Ana shot the leggy blonde a skeptical look. "Sure, that'll hold up in court. And I feel like meeting in a classroom counts as official school resources." Inwardly, she cursed--nothing ever seemed to get past Erin. Seeing her so calm, sitting on that table like she owned it...Ana felt old envy creep back in, and tried to push it away.<br/><br/>Glancing up from her phone, Erin caught Ana's eye with a smirk. "Ana, we didn't put the room on the flyers, remember? Unless the faculty pulled some sting operation shit, they have no idea we're even in here."<br/><br/>"Oh." Right. They<i>had</i>planned for that. "Yeah. I forgot."<br/><br/>It hadn't been a surprise how many emails they'd received; what<i>had</i>surprised Ana was how many had been legit. Not that there were a<i>lot</i>of those, but amidst the rush of mockery, trolling, and thirst had been a handful of messages from what appeared to be actual female Carson students expressing real curiosity about the idea. For the first time, reading them, the reality had dawned on Ana: this might actually happen. There really were girls who wanted to be part of something like this. And knowing she could help make it happen...that was what had given her the guts to actually show up along with Erin tonight.<br/><br/>Forcing herself to stop pacing, she fidgeted with her skirt instead. It was actually an older one, knee-length, pleated, navy blue. Felt a little funny wearing it tonight. She definitely wouldn't have worn this top a couple years ago, though, a thin white cotton thing tied at the midriff so that it hugged her chest and bared her tummy. She'd almost gone braless underneath, but ended up opting for support over sluttyness, though her black bra cups were quite visible through the gauzy fabric. She hadn't compromised on her shoes, though, opting for the black open-toed stilettos with the one-inch platforms. Erin, for her part, was actually more dressed than usual for now, in a blue sundress with a pink floral pattern around the skirt, though her own red heels with the straps going up her ankles stood at odds with the flouncy vibe. Of course, Ana knew what Erin had planned, and she couldn't imagine anyone would be outshining her.<br/><br/>Six minutes. Still plenty of time, right?