~Soul tie~

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    You woke up the next morning feeling a lot more relaxed and settled in, you were laying in your bed staring at your ceiling and subconsciously smiling looking back at your conversation with Sasha. You were excited to meet new people, it was one of the main purposes of you coming this far, you started to feel more confident in your brain knowing Sasha was there for you when you needed it. You felt really at ease, you couldn't detect a single bad vibe from her. All day you and Sasha just hung out, decorating your dorm to make it look quite literally fucking sick. There were LED stripes along the ceiling corners because what you had found out from chatting with Sasha was that you were both night people, so the dorm would look super vibey at night and homey for you both. Other than that you had a switch plugged into the TV, a couch and a chair and a faux grass rug, the place looked really cool, and you didn't really detect too much anxiety that day, the first in awhile. Things weren't starting to look so shitty.

     It was Friday around 6:30 PM and you and Sasha had come back from getting some food, you decided to start getting ready for the party Sasha invited you come to. You connected to your speaker and you both started to jump around to "Hung Up" by Madonna, that song always made you feel like a bad bitch as you did your makeup and hair and laughing with Sasha who was trying to eat as much food as possible so that "she would be able to hold her liquor". You put on a pair of skinny black ripped jeans that made your ass look poppin, and a cropped silk black shirt with string straps. You looked in the mirror and tilted your head, although you worked out and looked good , you weren't a super skinny person. You had pretty decent sized breasts and a normal amount of body fat, you were respectfully put together body wise, a good amount of muscle with the normal amount of body fat a normal 20 year old woman should have. You smiled in the mirror being happy about how you're tits looked in the shirt, a good amount of cleavage showing but not enough to let the guys catch any clues, your curves hugging what was covered up following the mid waist high black jeans with your black platform Doc Marten's, your hair down as you looked at your face with winged eyeliner and lipgloss, you felt so fucking good.
"LETS GET YOU SOME SHOTS BEFORE WE GO MISS PANCAKE ATTACK!!!!" Sasha yelled barging in.

"Did you just say pancake attack?", You held back the urge to burst out into a loud chuckle. You walked into the kitchen and saw a bottle of tequila sitting there, your absolute favorite.

"Hope you like tequila miss sexy ass, when I left yesterday I had my friend take me to the store just for you." , you hugged her and put your decently sized muscles in a flex form and yelled, "LESSGOOOOOOOO", following with you biting your bottom lip.

" DAMN Y/N look at those biceps bro, please beat my ass", Sasha said as she playfully winked and I sarcastically rolled my eyes. You took only three shots because you still wanted to drink more at the party, licking the front of your hand and pouring salt on it and taking the shots, putting the lime in your mouth to perfectly mix all three flavors together,  having enough in your system to get your nerves chilled out. You and Sasha danced a little more to "The Anthem" by Pitbull, causing you and Sasha to put sunglasses on and dramatically yell every five seconds ,"MR WORLDWIDE MR 305 DALE", earning a string of loud laughs from you both. You both exited the dorm before locking it before slipping a spare key under your front door mat that stated, "The people in this dorm take frequent visits to your moms house!!". It was yours from your own room at home, and Jesus Christ it fit both of your personalities to a T. You both left the building to get into the Uber to the location of the function, as you were riding there Sasha was babbling on about ,"If you like me just wait til you meet my friends bro.", and so on.

     As you arrive to the destination, you are greeted with a large house with greek letters at the front of the building. Frat parties were so 50/50, either they suck and the boys there are super weird, or they end up being some of the best parties you ever been to. You and Sasha linked arms and made your way into the building being met by a tall muscular guy with blonde hair and some facial hair.