Like A Virgin

Chapter Two - This Blows and Not in a Good Way

Here's the stupidest thing I ever done. When you're dating your high school sweetheart, and everyone's graduated and heading off into the world, most couples do one of two things. They break up, or they get married. Seeing as my girlfriend Abigail and I were going to the same college, I chose the third stupidest option. I didn't propose or break it off with her, I figured we could keep dating. Christ was that the dumbest mistake of my life. 

Here's the thing about Abigail and I. Abigail moved to our town when I first started getting into the popular crowd. She was hot and wore nice clothes so she was an automatic shoe-in to hang out with our crowd. Then she joined the cheerleading squad so obviously, she was the full package. Everyone in the group wanted us to get together for two reasons. One, they liked the way our names sounded together. Two she was a cheerleader, I was on the football team. That's pretty much it, as my friend Mamie put it "Oooohhh Aaron and Abigail, it sounds so pretty, you guys must be like soul mates or something!" And the rest was history, Homecoming, Junior and Senior Prom King and Queen. We were the IT couple, everyone wanted to be us. Now here's something embarrassing, Abigail was my first kiss, and my first time. Not that the second one is as embarrassing but first kiss in high school? Geeze I was a loser. Not that I let anybody know that either. Not even Abigail, who I was neither her first kiss or time, she had some hunky ex in her hometown name Tony. As far as Abigail knows, to this day even, my first time was my freshmen summer at camp with an girl from Columbia name Wanda. She though it was "cute" enough that she was only my second. Christ. I'm telling you this information only because its relevant to the story so buckle down because we are finally going in balls deep. My friend TJ, whom I consider my best friend because only he alone from our group in high school knows the aforementioned embarrassing secret, came up to me with a pamphlet. Everyone knows pamphlets  were designed to fuck your life over. It was a pamphlet to join Alpha Zeta Eta fraternity. I never had a strong desire to join a fraternity, do to the whole not caring about people thing. But this eventually leads to me learning I (am) was insecure and a totally douche-ocean my freshmen year so, lets do this. I called up Abigail who freaked cause she was going to join Beta Nu or some shit and apparently they were the top sorority and fraternity on campus, so I, "totally need to get in no matter what because it would like so suck if my boyfriend was in a lesser fraternity." Obviously this was life or death stuff. So I told TJ that I'd rush with him but if they were assholes with not enough alcohol I'm out. (Douche-ocean, I know.) So we rushed and it turned out all the guys were like me, top dog from their crappy town who are still incredibly insecure and are unsure about who they are as an actual person; so they compete over who has the highest number of keg stands and dick pics to random girls. Essentially we got on like dogs in heat. So it makes since that TJ and I got picked into the 'top-priority' of the new recruits. And so began the pledge line-ups. Or 'hazing' that really fucked me over. Now I can finally start this damn story.