If you’re reading this journal you’ve been inducted into the Mayfly Society. A series of locations and dates will be written here. These are places where we will fuck and then promptly forget. Mark yourself in attendance by drawing a mayfly. All those in attendance will bring proof of a clean test. We always meet at 1:38am, never sooner.

Room 605 of Powell Hall 11/14🦟🪰🦟🦟🪰

The Library’s Secondary Basement 12/1 🦟🦟🦟🪰🦟🪰🪰🦋

**—Ayo, why the hell is there a butterfly? This ain’t no butterfly society. **

— I can do whatever I want. Suck it

— I probably will.

The Roof of Building 600 12/6 🪰🪰🪰🦟🪰🦋

The men’s lockeroom of the natatorium 12/18 🦟🦟🦟🦋🪰🦟🪰🪰

**—Who are you people and why was I directed to this book? What is this? An orgy club? **

**— Ah, another new member. Orgies are just about the least interesting thing about us, little larva. Come. Have an open mind. Then never speak about it again. **

**—Yeah no. That’s a hard pass. **

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**—Okay. Live your boring-ass life. **

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—Why do you people keep getting strangers to pass me this book?

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**—Someone wants you there, little larva. **

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**** I bit my nails as I paced my dorm, thinking about it. They were meeting tonight. I knew where I knew when, but I knew literally nothing else. Was this some sort of party? Was this some strange club that would haze me? I wasn’t going to get roofied right?

Going sounded like a stupid idea but not going only made me excruciatingly curious. Someone wanted me there. Someone was waiting for me to show up. Maybe it was someone I knew. I had my clean bill of health in my hand— negative for any transmitable infections. It wasn’t like I needed it though. I’m not going to…

Okay, I won’t lie. Still, I don’t plan to. All I want to do is see who is there. That would be fine right? And if anyone tries anything, I have my taser and pepper spray. A girl can’t leave home without that. And if it’s somewhere I want to be, I can make the decision to stay when I get there. Right?

Right?

(A/N: sorry if this goes against community guidelines. There are litterally no other thoughts in my brain)