ship; dnf
warnings; slight smut, homophobia
another college au, what's new
this is gonna be long so buckle up lol
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Frat-House parties were no secret on college campus. From small get togethers to full-blown parties that are eventually shut down by campus security—they never remained on the low. Young adults were desperate to let loose after a week of work, both school and side jobs.
And tonight, the college campuses most popular Frat-House was throwing a party. The group of boys referred to themselves as 'The Dream Team.' People either loved or hated them.
And George, George hated them.
He thought the name they had given themselves was cocky and arrogant, he thought they were assholes who were desperate to get laid, he despised them.
He steered clear on them on campus, and on a rare occurrence he happened to be attending the same party as them—he never accepted one of their drinks.
So why did he find himself standing outside their house?
The old building had already accumulated plenty of people, so many that they swarmed the front and backyard. Silhouettes dancing and bobbing around could be seen through the windows. The sound of someone hurling could be heard, and George cringed at the noise.
The brunet sucked in a breath as he stuck his hands into his pockets before making his way up the sidewalk and into the house.
He curled in on himself the second he felt people elbowing him from the tight capacity, and he rose to his tip-toes in an attempt to locate a kitchen, or any other area that held drinks. As George peered above the heads of other people he spotted a staircase right besides a kitchen. The kitchen wasn't as populated as other rooms, and that drew George in.
"Excuse me, yeah let me just—" George mumbled as he snaked past people, rolling his eyes when he received a shoulder shove. He let out a heavy exhale when he finally reached the kitchen. His eyes darted between the fridge and the cups that spilled across the counter.
The entire room looked filthy and sticky. George grimaced as he approached the counter, grabbing an already used cup off the counterfeit marble. His hand gently grabbed the ladle that was slowly slipping into the big bowl of—whatever the vibrant blue drink was. He poured himself a cup before letting the ladle slip back in.
He brought the cup to his lips as he let his eyes slip shut. The liquid tasted absolutely disgusting and George fought the urge to spit it out. Finally, he managed to choke it down. His eyes darted around the house in search for his next move. Once he spotted the back door, he quickly headed in it's direction, red solo cup at his side.
The backyard was just as populated as the inside, if not more. A shitty, discolored white table sat in the yard, cups formed into triangles on either end. George approached the table with caution, watching from several feet away as two teams competed in beer-pong. His eyes floated around as he took yet another sip of his distasteful drink, and he nearly thanked the heavens when he spotted a cooler several feet away.
George quickly made his way over, desperate for any other kind of drink than the one he had. Luckily, several beer bottles rested in the watered down ice. George set his cup down on the ground as he retrieved a bottle from the cooler, using the edge of the case to pop it's lid off.
Then, George sauntered back to his previous place in the yard, watching as the beer-pong game continued. George stood about as he watched the game, sipping his beer every once in a while. The brunet watched as the girl on the far side of the table focused on tossing the ball towards the boy stood at the near end of the table. Her toss was too far, and she sent the ball rolling towards George.
