Oh, That Frat Boy! (H.S.)

Chapter 9: What Happened to Chivalry?

Hi, guys! Sorry for the long wait, college became really hectic! When you're premed, you'll know how I'm feeling haha. This is a bit of a short chapter, but I promise I'll make up it up to you guys!
-M.x.

I looked for Sebastian for about twenty minutes before I found him with a few brothers and of course, Georgina, in the dining room. The boys weren't paying her much attention and she didn't seem to want it, as she looked around the room. For Harry, probably.

Harry...

Remembering what happened not long ago made my cheeks flush as I punched Sebastian's shoulder to get his attention.

"Way to ditch me," I teased, sitting down beside him. The boys greeted me with smiles and went back to their conversation. Sebastian smiled at me and I saw that he was nursing a drink in his hand.

Noticing me staring, he elaborated, "it's root beer. I never drink and drive."

I smiled. "You know me so well now."

"I don't wanna scratch my car," he laughed, earning a punch from me. "If you want a drink, I can always get you one."

"That would be lovely," I said, nodding. Sebastian left to get my drink, and to my discomfort, Harry walked into the dining room. His shirt was still unbuttoned and his hat was missing. God, could he not look like that?!

Georgina immediately walked over to him, running her hands down his chest. Harry grimaced at her, throwing her hands away.

"Can you not fucking grope me?" He snarled.

The girl pouted, moving closer. "But I missed you, baby..." She said and started whispering something in Harry's ear that brought a disgusted look on his face.

Then our eyes locked. I gulped as his eyes pierced me, pain of continuous rejection evident in them.

I flinched from the intensity, getting up and weaving through people to get to the kitchen.

Sebastian was walking out the kitchen when I approached, with two red plastic cups in hand. Seeing my face, his brows furrowed.

"You alright, Sophie?"

I smiled tightly, grabbing the cup out of his hand and downing it in one go. The liquor burned my throat and relaxed some of my nerves.

"Whatever it is, I need more of it. And fast," I said, pointing at my cup and grinned at the boy before me.

Sebastian laughed. "Right away, madam."

Now it was time to get shitfaced. And not think about Harry.

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I didn't always drink. No. As a young child and teenager, I told myself that I wouldn't take a drop of alcohol, even if it killed me. It's the college life that tempted me into falling prey to a world of parties, alcohol, and loss of all inhibitions. College also corrupted my belief of keeping to myself. Socially, I liked my privacy; as I began my relationship with Alex, the word "privacy" stopped existing. Everyone knew what would happen somehow. But no one knew, or refused to tell me, what really happened to my dead boyfriend.

These thoughts swirled my mind as I kept taking large gulps of the mixed drink Sebastian had brought me. It tasted of pineapple and a strong liquor, with the room slightly spinning in front of me.

"Sebastian," I called. He turned to me, his eyes unfocused. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?"

I frowned at my drink as my brain whizzed away. "Did anyone tell you why Alex Montgomery committed suicide?"

Sebastian shrugged. "The former president?" I nodded."I heard some stuff, but it's vague. I didn't really know the guy."