Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 58

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-Katexx

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Chapter 58

"Are we even allowed to attend a frat party?" I ask the girl sitting on her bed as she pulls her curls into a ponytail, smiling wickedly.

Only two weeks into our first semester of college and my new roommate has already gotten us invited to a frat party. Her beach blond hair and perfectly curved body may or may not have had something to do with it, but in the two weeks I've grown to know her, I know for a fact that she isn't the type of girl to use her looks to get booze. She actually turned down many offers.

Except this one.

Because the person who invited her is Jensen Collins, her sophomore crush she met in her calculus class. But then again, I've never had the guts to ask her why she took calculus when it isn't even required for her program.

"We were invited, which means we can," she replies simply, getting to her feet and turning my computer chair around. With one tap, she closes the lid of my laptop, not even bothering to ask if I previously saved my work or not - which I did, but that's beside the point.

The house we find ourselves standing in front of is an average two-story Californian house, white with purple roofing and windowsills, the Greek fraternity sign just above the main door. All the houses in this neighbourhood belong to fraternities and sororities, which I still haven't even looked into. I figured that I could stay in my dorm for the first year and eventually move out off-campus instead of being the only sophomore in dormitories.

A tall guy opens the door, buzz-cut hair and a beer in hand, and welcomes us in. The main room is filled with heated, alcohol-reeking bodies moving to the sound of the music, definitely a better surround sound than those boomboxes in cheesy 90's movies, and voices can be heard from all over the place.

The door shuts loudly behind me and brings me back to reality, where a grinning Camilla is standing by my side, accepting a red solo cup from a brunette boy who's just a little taller than she is. "Elena, this is Jensen. Jensen, my best friend, Elena," she tells him as she bumps her hip into mine.

Everyone loves Camilla. She's simple and fun, she's heartwarmingly friendly and even though she's got the looks of a model and dresses like she just walked out of Vogue, her personality doesn't reflect at all her appearance. She's too nice. "Good to meet you, Jensen," I smile shyly. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Only good things, I hope?" he replies with a cheeky grin, making Camilla melt beside me. Her green eyes widen as she silently tells me to stop, or go away, I'm not sure. But I giggle. "I wasn't sure if she was coming alone, I would've brought another beer for you, too."

I shake my head. "It's fine, honest. Beer tastes like urine, anyway."

When a short, awkward silence fills the space between us, I excuse myself politely and watch Camilla as she gives me an approving look, probably wanting to spend a little bit of time alone with her new friend. Which I understand completely, but I find myself wandering in the house all alone and bumping into sweaty, smelly people on my way to nowhere, which turns out to be the kitchen.

But the kitchen happens to be extremely crowded, dozens of girls I've never seen before - probably sophomores or juniors - half undressed in their bikinis, and grinding against each other. Four boys stand in the middle of the harem of females, completely oblivious to them to the orgy going on around them, and they couldn't care less at the flashes and cameras blinding the room.