John Hughes Movie

Chapter 5

Peter

The bass boomed through the entire fraternity house. No matter where you went, there was a slight rattle in the room. Frat parties on a Friday night had become the norm since we moved into the lacrosse house sophomore year. Anytime I tried to sit one out, I would be ganged up on by my roommates that the party was less than a block away and end up drinking in some corner.

Tonight, at least I wanted to be there. I had friends who lived at the Sigma house and they treated the lacrosse team like honorary brothers. At other frats, you'd get side eyed from the guys because they think you being there makes their chance of pulling a girl lower. But Sigma likes us and the fact girls will come if they know athletes are coming.

In the daytime, the house looked distinguished and traditional. Straight out of the picture-perfect college brochures. But once the party started, the place went to shambles. The room was too crowded with people and the floor was always sticky. The walls looked dirty even in the dim lighting. But the beer was free, so you take the good with the bad.

"How does he do it every night?" John slumped down on the couch next to me. I had taken a seat watching some guys on the team being way to competitive over beer pong. I looked up to see what John was talking about.

Trevor was holding court with two girls on each arm and many more circling around him. He had the kind of charm every girl was attracted to. He was good looking but not so much that he seemed entirely unattainable. He had a sweetness that made everyone he slept with (which was a lot) feel like they were the most special person in the world, even as they were being put in an Uber home after ten minutes of fun. He was respectful and made anyone he talked to feel like the most important person in the world.

"He's a God." I joked. Johnny shook his head while taking down more beer. John was the most different from the rest of us. He came from old money upstate. His family donated so much money to the school that their name was on more than one building on campus. He was determined to make it on his own, but having that kind of money to fall back on must be nice. He worked two jobs in high school to buy a beat up Honda even though his parents offered to buy him multiple BMW. John was a relationship guy like me, only his didn't last long. He had a new girlfriend every other month. He was a hopeless romantic who was crushed for a weekend then would bounce back to another relationship. John couldn't fathom why things never worked out for him.

"Hi boys." A busty, tanned blonde with shoulder length hair made a B line for us.

John looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. I laughed and we both stood up. "Hi there. Having a good night?"

"Better now." She winked my way. I sighed. Over the past three years, I had become the ultimate wing man. Not to sound full of myself, but girls come up to me a lot. I'm a tall guy with brown curly hair and muscles. Most girls are attracted to me. But I'm the guy who's been in a relationship since forever. So, I learned exactly how to set up best friends up for success.

"Well it's about to get even better." I put my arm around Johnny's shoulder. "Have you met John Ambrose McClaren of the Ambrose Business School Ambrose's. He is one of the star defensive players on the regional champion lacrosse team and has a perfect 4.0 GPA. He's a genius who cooks a mean steak & loves cuddling while watching foreign films." I watched the girl look him up and down. "And I mean, look at him. That mocha skin & washboard abs. I mean, lady you'd be crazy to pass up on this one."

A smile spread across her face as she finished examining him. "I'm Heather." She put out her hand.

John took it and gave it a small kiss. "It looks like you need a drink." He smirked.