Room 207 // a.i

Mystery Boy

"Who are you?" I hesitantly ask. While waiting for a response, I study his face. Hazel eyes that shine brighter than the sun and a perfect smile. His face was well defined and I could cut myself on his jawline.

"I'm Ashton. I was just walking around in this hall. I knew someone was here because I smelled something funky," he laughs. I invite him in and show him my dorm room.

"This is room 207, my friend Cassidy and I share this room. Nothing too exciting."

"Is that a picture of Harry Styles?"

"Um, yes," I say in embarrassment. There's a hot guy in my room and now he thinks I'm weird for having that up on my wall.

"Harry and I are friends actually! We have been friends since birth because our mothers were good friends but then he moved to England when he was 5. We still talk every now and then."

I put my joint out and sit it on my desk, not wanting to smoke in front of people.

"So why didn't your parents come and get you?"

"Well, they live in Australia, they didn't want to spend the money and I'm not mad at them for doing that. I told them to just keep me here since we are financially unstable. And yours?"

"Oh, they went to Hawaii."

"And they left you?? How rude," he says while sitting on the edge of my bed.

Ashton is such an open guy and I definitely won't mind spending these next two weeks with him.

I hear his phone ringing unfamiliar words, "you call me up, it's like a broken record" and he then gestures towards the door, letting me know he's going to take that call.

He comes back with an excited smile on his face.

"That was my friend Luke--"

"Why was that your ring tone for him?" I nervously ask.

"Oh, he wrote the song, and it's about calling someone up so.." He laughs while putting one hand behind his head, rubbing his head gently.

"Oh, okay! Well it's catchy."

"Thank you, anyways, my other friends are going to come down and hang with us. If you don't mind?"

"Of course not."

It was so suspicious. I understand his family being financially unstable but why were his friends willingly coming to visit us?

He then lays down on my bed, " They are so much fun to be around, I think you will love them."

"Do they go to this college too?"

"Yeah, we are all in the same fraternity actually."

"Wait, I thought you lived down the hall?"

"I spend a good chunk of time down there with my friend Aaron. So it's like I live here."

"What frat are you in?" I ask. I hate frat boys. Always have and always will. They are just so stuck up and cocky and it bothers the living daylight out of me.

"We are part of Phi Gamma Delta, otherwise known as the Fijis."

I roll my eyes and then continue to talk, "You're fucking kidding me? The Fijis are the worst kind of frat boys."

He slowly gets up from the bed and stand in front of me, "Not all of us are bad," he winks. "Just give us a chance and we will show you how to have some fun."

"Fine." I mutter in annoyance. A fucking frat boy let alone a Fiji. At least they throw good parties.

A tall blonde boy walks into my room, hands full of groceries, which I assumed was beer.

"Who's this babe?" Luke asked with a devilish smirk.

Ashton turns to me, "This is Luke... And I never did get your name."

"Oh, it's Brooklyn. Most people call me Brook though."

"Well let's go," Ashton says while walking out behind Luke.

"Wait," I pause, "Where are we going?"

"Back to the house."

Great. I'm so thrilled to be going there.

We walk up to the house and I see that there was a party in the making. Only about 20 people were there but there were more coming as time went by.

I walk in to the smell of liquor, sweat and desperation. My favorite combination. I walk to the kitchen to fix myself a drink and a black haired boy gets in my way.

"I'm Michael," he yells over the loud music, "and you are??"

"Brook!" I yell back while pouring some vodka in my red solo cup. "Why isn't everyone going home for the holidays?"

He laughs.

"Seriously though, why not?"

"The campus during break is like a kid in a candy store," he smiles.

I shrug my shoulders and chug down my vodka so my vision gets blurry. I hated frat parties but I thought to myself, "let's McFreaking lose it."

I start grinding on boys, not holding back. I then feel a hand on my shoulder and the hand spins me around. I was met with those bright hazel eyes that I had seen earlier. No matter how drunk I was, I would be able to recognize those eyes.

"May I dance with you?" Ashton asks.

"Sure," I say while biting my lip.

He didn't grind with me like every other guy, instead, we slow danced to a fast pace song. But I think I was enjoying every minute of it.

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