I could hear the rap music vibrating through the walls as we walked up to the gates of the insane frat house. Luke and Cal were leaning against the fence, waiting for us. Mikey was bounding ahead like an excited puppy, already looking for a drink. I felt Ashton squeeze my hand as we reached the boys, and a nervous smile appeared on his face.
“It’s fine baby; I’m here” I murmured into his ear, squeezing his hand back. I knew he was worried about being around alcohol again. He’d told me he usually opted out of going to parties with the boys, and I knew being in this environment would be difficult for him. Even still, he pulled me through the gate of the frat house with the boys leading the way, heading towards the party.
The amount of people inside the house was shocking. Students were crammed into the building, dancing, singing, and making out all over the place. As we followed Mikey to the kitchen to get drinks, my eyes fell on a boy clad in leather licking a line of salt from a girl’s cleavage, before sucking tequila from her bellybutton. His eyes met mine as he grabbed the lime wedge from between her teeth, throwing it onto the floor after extracting the juice. The boy promptly left, walking over to another barely dressed girl in a tight black dress and chatting to her.
“Do you know that Logan kid?” I asked Ashton as he began to fill a red cup with sprite from the fridge, pointing over to where I had seen him just moments ago.
“Logan Jett? Unfortunately, yes,” he shuddered, handing me a cup. We made our way to an empty couch, Ashton sitting and pulling me into his lap, automatically linking his arms around my waist.
Soon we found ourselves watching a group of boys I’d never met play beer pong with Cal and Mikey. They were laughing hysterically, and Michael was clearly drunk beyond the point of no return. He clung to the side of the table for dear life, swaying from side to side and giggling to himself. Ping pong balls were scattered all over the floor, and as Ashton and I watched from the corner, I saw something I wished I hadn’t.
Behind the ping pong table was a large staircase. It wound all the way up to a balcony which looked over the lounge room, and the upper floor was adorned with frat bedrooms. I could see what looked like a familiar girl at the top of the stairs. She was dressed in a skin tight black dress and her hair was being pulled back by the boy who had his tongue down her throat, while his other hand rested not so secretly on her ass. As she turned her head to look over her shoulder my suspicions were confirmed.
There stood Erin, happily making out with the one and only, Logan Jett.
