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My name is Jenna and my little’s name is Karyssa. We are from the ZTA • Theta Omega Chapter • Cal Poly Pomona… and this is our story!
  • We were neighbors, but we didn’t know it.
  • I cried during reveal, she had no idea it was me!
  • She was my rush crush before she even knew who I was.
  • We do everything together. 
  • I bring her to class sometimes and pick her up at 8am just so we can drive together… I don’t have class till 10.
  • We go line dancing every Wednesday and share a deep love for country music.
  • She laughs at all my jokes, even the lame ones… when they are actually funny she snorts!
  • Once during chapter meeting, we looked at each other and at the same time said “lets ditch & go to Target.”
  • I knew she was my little when she ran into a pole walking out of the first chapter meeting.
  • We often pretend to be in the movie Shrek… I’m Shrek, she’s donkey.
  • Everyone hates us because overload snap chat, instagram & twitter.
These are just a few things about us… I think the bond her and I share is so incredibly special and unique, I just want to share it with the world! Also, I want her to know how amazing she is and how dearly I value our relationship. I hope that when she gets a little in the next few weeks, she finds her little angel too. I Love You Little! xoxo :) submitted by: Jenna N.


Cal loves being in a fraternity, but that doesn’t mean he loves frat guys

Word Count: 2.2K

Rating: PG-13

“You’re sure you’re up for this party? You don’t have to go if you don’t want,” Calum’s voice was apprehensive, your hands clasped as you strolled through the campus streets in the warm autumn air. His long sleeve denim button up was rolled to the elbows, light green shorts coming to his knees, more prepared for the warm weather than you were in your sweater. You only shared one class, and Cal, being the loyal boyfriend he was always walked you to your apartment before heading off to the frat house.

“For the last time Cal, yes. I’m gonna go, I’m fine, I want to, quit worrying,” you teased, smiling up at him and squeezing his hand. He still pouted down at you, rubbing his thumb over the back on your hand.

“I know I know, it’s just that I know the party scene isn’t really your thing and I don’t want you to feel like you have to go just because I am. I think you’ll have fun and I want you to go, but I want you to go because you want to, not because I want you to,” he rambled, making you chuckle under your breath.

“You sure you want me to go? Cause it sure sounds like you’re trying to convince me to stay home and watch Netflix. I bet my feet won’t hurt as bad from doing that,” you smirk, toying with him.

“Of fucking course I want you to go, you’re my girlfriend. But frat parties can get a bit.. hectic,” he sighed, walking up to your door and leaning against the brick wall outside it, looking down at your intertwined fingers.

“That makes me feel better about you being a frat boy,” you perked at eyebrow, biting back a laugh as his eyes flickered up to yours, coated in fear.

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