Sonny's P.o.V
I woke up this morning to the sound of my alarm going off, I picked my phone up and looked at the time before turning the alarm off and tossing the phone back on the bed table.
I sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes and let my eyes adjust to the light, I sighed and got off of the bed, I grabbed a pair of boxers and went to hop in the shower.
After my shower, I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, put on my deodorant, sprayed on some cologne and put my earrings back in. I pulled my boxers on and headed out of the bathroom so I could finish getting dressed.
I pulled on a pair of Grey faded jeans, a Black, Red and White tank top, a pair of Air Jordan Fused Max, and looked at my wall of hats, debating if I wanted to wear one or not, I picked the Been Trill one and put it on backwards as I sat down at my desk.
Brent, Darrel, Zay, Austin, Kyle and Riley came in the room and made themselves at home, I sneered at them and Brent chuckled as he shrugged.
"My bad, were you about to watch your morning porn?" Zay teased
"Shut up nigga." I said shaking my head and laughing
"Just asking." He said putting his hands up
"What do y'all want anyway." I asked putting on my Nike bracelets
"Party tonight." Brent said with a smirk, "We're the last house to have ours so you know its gotta be good"
"Well I mean, we're throwing it, of course it will be the best." I said with a grin
"And hows that?" Darrel asked
"Fellas, tell him how we have the ultimate advantage." I said swirling in the chair
"Well, our President and VP here, have connections with the best strippers, models, drugs, deejays, musical artists, you name it and they can definitely get it." Zay said with a proud grin, "I myself know the right people here on campus to get word about our party spread and they get any and everyone here." He said getting up
I grabbed my diamond brace and put it on my wrist as we left the room and walked down to the main room, I typed in a code and the case behind the case opened up to a door, we stepped inside and Darrel looked around in amazement, I hit the light and they shined on the pictures and I cleared my throat as I walked over to the furthest one.
"Three years ago was when this house reached its full potential, it was here at the Sigma Phi's party that we made our presence known, we endured hella games including beer pong and the beer can jump, us rising to the top ever so easily, we beat the Sigma's at their own games and made it clear that we would be the top Fraternity on campus." I said with a proud smile, "This right here is the first party that we ever threw and as you know, we had to make sure that it was epic, we did any and everything we could to show that we could not be topped. We ended up having the entire Police department up here, along with the fire department." I said chuckling
"Damn fire breathers." Zay said shaking his head
"Thought it was pretty funny." Brent said shrugging, "I fucked one."
"I remember, you used my penthouse." I said rolling my eyes, "I was deeply disturbed." I joked
"You could've left." He shrugged
I shook my head and pointed at the next picture.
"This one here was our second year, it was this party here that made us the highest, most loved Fraternity on campus. We decided to have a black out party as you can see, in our other house, we had stripper stages set up around the house, a whole backyard dedicated to mud fights and in the area like the living room was the keg stand and beer pong. We had models, strippers, the school dance and cheer team, we had kids from out of state and town here on campus, it was that year we fucked up the old house and had to get the one before this one. We ended up raiding shit all over campus and the S.W.A.T was called in to try and control us, which did not work. I still have bruises from the rubber bullets." I said lifting my shirt
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