"Ugh, I'm going to smother myself!" Nicole groaned, throwing her head into her pillow.
"Can you give me cheat sheets or something before you do? I know zero of these answers." I requested. We were trying to prep for our math test in the morning. Nicole's head shot up. "You know we both failed freshman algebra." She stated, giving me a dirty look.
"I just need them to turn the music down." Nicole gritted her teeth. I walked over to the window, looking across the street. There was rave music blasting throughout the entire frat house, flashing lights illuminating the dark road.
All of the sudden, two boys ran out of the house, naked. They had red and blue face paint on, with blue capes tied on their backs.
I turned away abruptly. Good lord, the indecency of some people. "Um, y-yeah, I could ask them to turn it down a notch." I offered. Nicole looked up at me, pleading with her blue eyes for me to go silence the noise.
I all but sprinted out of our dorm room, running faster than I ever did in P.E. (which wasn't very fast.)
The two boys had went back into the house, thankfully. I stepped up to the door, knocking loudly. Suddenly, I was met with the face of one of those boys. I blushed, surely resembling a tomato. He smirked.
"Hello, sweetcheeks." He flirted shamelessly. "Look, I'm studying for a math final tomorrow and I'd appreciate it if you'd tone it down a little." I cut to the chase.
He looked at me like I had grown an extra head and a tail.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes "Or, you could ditch that final and come stay a night at casa de Brendon." He raised an eyebrow, smiling.
I scowled, but on the inside I was blushing and twirling my hair around my finger. Geez Carson, get it together.
"I would rather drink bleach." I sassed. "Oh, feisty. I like it." He giggled. "Stick your dick in a blender." "I'd rather stick it in you." He smirked. "Ugh, pervert." I walked away. "Good luck on that final, sweetcheeks." I turned around, only to catch a tiny glimpse of his adorable grin. He closed the door. I was shocked, but I went back to the sorority house to study.
When I got back to our dorm, Nic was already passed out in her bed. I stumbled over the discarded algebra books and threw myself on my bed.
Before I drifted into dreamland, I noticed how the booming of music decreased slightly.
He turned the music down.
