She stripped naked. Becky turned the shower on and looked in the mirror at her nude curves before stepping in the shower. Tonight was the big game for her beloved Cougars. Where she slept was decked out in school colors: red and white. She left the shower curtain open. She was kind of in a rush and she liked to dance naked in the shower, leaving the mirror open. As she twerked in the shower, she heard this from one of her sorority sisters in the house:

“You dancing in the shower again?! Hurry up already!”

Becky laughed. “Damn, I wish I was thick.”

Becky came from an environment that was not like the other sisters. She picked that college because of their diversity after high school. She admitted she was bitchy. She needed to mature. She needed a change. However, sometimes that insecurity peeked out of her. After she was done in the shower, she put on her lip gloss; red was the color of her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror as she put it on slowly.

Red was also the color of jealousy as she rocked her hips in her dress that showed off her shiny legs and her assets just enough. She turned around and looked at her body. She knew she looked good in it. But, how good enough? She rocked her hips one last time in the mirror before leaving.

“Hurry your ass up, Becky!”

“Bitch, I’m coming!”

However, red was also the color of drunken lust at a football game.

Becky was a smart, pretty girl who just happened to be a sorority chick. Not one of these stereotypical “Phi Beta Bitch” sluts. Boys looked at her with that predatory look in their eye and thought: ‘You’re a freak, ain’t you?’ She hated that tired trope about sorority girls. She wasn’t like those other bitches.

She was one of those bitches in a past life. She loved her sorority sisters, but that wasn’t her. At least, not anymore. That was until tonight. She arrived at the game midway through the first quarter. Her beloved team was losing by two touchdowns.

At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly tipsily, “Why are we losing? Somebody, anybody, tell me why the fuck we are losing?!”

Little did she know; she was being watched by some boys behind her who wanted to score also.

Red was the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, the team eventually made up the deficit. As the quarterback ran for his life to the end zone, she celebrated with her friends as it happened. The home team prevailed and won in dramatic fashion. However, the boys were borderline ogling at her, as her cute breasts bounced.

The boys looked like frat bros to her.