FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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As Gianna and I finish up planning for the PowerPoint, I feel off. I don't know what it is or why, but I feel weird.

I finish drafting the PowerPoint and turn my laptop to show her. It starts with the name of the app and then asks if the user is signing up or logging in. If they're logging in, they can do it by email and password or phone number and a code sent to their phone.

If they're signing up, then it asks for name, birthdate, gender, sexual orientation, all that stuff.

As I click through the presentation and explain it, I notice her looking at me more than the screen. Mentally, I question it but realize that I'm talking. Obviously, she's going to look at me.

By the time I'm finished, she's asked the questions that she wanted to ask and reviewed the things that she needed to. I email the PowerPoint to her and we gather our things up. She puts hers in her bag and I just keep mine in my hand.

When we get outside, we part ways. She starts walking in the direction of campus and I walk to my car.

"Hey, Namjoon?"

"Yeah?" I look at her as I open my door.

"Are you coming to the party tonight? I mean, if you're not busy, of course. I know you have practice and class work. But if you're free, you should stop by."

"Where are you guys throwing it? RAs get on our ass about in-suite parties."

I, personally, have never done it. I've never had to. But I've heard about people getting written up or even kicked out because of it.

"Yeah, I know. Our team captain said she was going to ask one of the guys on your team if we could use the frat house for it. I'm assuming whoever she asked said yeah. She told us to start telling people so."

My eyebrows raise at that. I heard nothing about this. When was it decided?

"When was this?"

"Earlier today, I think. Well, she said she was going to ask a few days ago but I guess she just got around to it. I'm not exactly sure."

"Oh. Alright. I'll see. If I'm not busy, I'll swing by." I say as I get into my car. I open the group chat and go through the messages. Maybe I missed something. I scrolled through all of today and into last night. I find the messages about it sent somewhere around three in the morning.

That explains why I didn't see them. Malia had me very well distracted.

I drive back to campus and go to the suite to put my things away. Midas is listening to Camryn rant over the phone while he plays the game. She's talking about how much she's sick of her hair color and he's humming every now and then.

I don't think he's actually listening though. Apparently, neither does she.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Midas inhales and opens is mouth to speak.

"Never mind. Cause I know you not. You always want me to stay on the phone while you do other stuff and you don't even be talking to me. This why I don't like your raggedy ass now."

Midas puts his head back against the couch, preparing to be cursed out. There's a plain look on his face. He's used to it by now.

"I don't even care. Imma just go find another nigga to bother. How about that?"

She hangs up and Midas picks his head up immediately. He grabs his phone and calls her back. It rings and she doesn't answer. He smacks his teeth as he calls again. Again, it rings and she doesn't answer.