Adam is just another college student and about the nerdiest guy you could ever meet.
All his life, he's never been able to act sociably around anyone, especially women.
But after Adam leaves one of the biggest parties of the year, he drinks a potion...
By the time my mom finally left it was already 11' o clock at night. After she made dinner and cleaned the house she still found some way to pester me about, well, me. I had to remind her that she had another daughter at home and a husband who were probably worried about her whereabouts right now. But finally, I could convince her that she had to leave.
I ended up missing the latest episode of Criminal Minds but lucky me, I was able to record it. As a physcology major, I loved picking through people's brains. It was fun figuring out what made people tick.
Just as I was starting to get comfy on the sofa as things began heating up on the screen, a patter rechoets through the room as someone knocks on my door. Seriously, who was bothering me this late at night?
I lazily drag myself from the couch and scurry towards the door. I crack open the door to see who was standing there.
Ideally, when two men dressed in all black knock on your door in the middle of the night and carry duffel bags on their shoulders, your immediate instinct should be to slam the door shut, find a decent hiding place, and call the police. However, when I was put in this predicament, I opened my door wide and invited the tall men in.
These guys weren't just strangers, but they were the key to unlocking my figurative door. That door being Gigi Hathaway. Gigi is my lover . . . or at least my soon to be lover if I get lucky. The moment I'd saw her I knew it was meant to be. The way her gold hair perched at her shoulders and how her fair and tanned skin pigmented her lips to a lushes pink had me reeling at just the sight of her. She's perfect, like a Barbie. Hot, blonde, and sexy.
But a guy like me couldn't ask someone like her out. I was missing ethos, looks, and any other possible trait that could make a girl fall for me.
The more musculine one at six feet in height and with eyes as blue as the sea is what many would refer to as the sidekick. Of course, not my sidekick, but the guy who was standing next to him. Steve Wrecker. Star quarterback who attends Colorado State on a full scholarship. Handsome, popular, and successful, he's the most known person on campus. These guys possess all the aspects I'm missing. These guys are my ticket to Gigi.
"Why are you guys here so late?" I ask as I lead them into my small living room. They lazily plop onto the couch while throwing the bags on the table. They make a loud clank as they hit the surface.
"Did you forget?" Steve speaks up, his booming voice echoing through the room. "If you want in on the party then you have do what we say. We say that tonight's the last night you get to prove yourself worthy of our invitation."
Steve was referring to the Wrecker Party. His party. Not only was he born with his name but he did a lot to earn it, including throwing the best parties this century has ever seen. And to get invited you also had to earn it, whether it be by having a repuation as good as his or taking some precautionary actions. Some of these actions included letting the hosts "borrow" some money, completeing homework assignments for them, and giving them relaxing backrubs that untensed their muscles but cramped your own fingers.
But what they referred to now was completely unapprehensive. What did they want me to do this late at night?
"Ooh, you're watching criminal minds?" the sidekick speaks up. "I love that show. Wait till you get to the end of the episode. You will not believe what's going to happen."
"Mike?"
"Yes, Steve?"
"Shut up!" Steve exclaims with annoyance clouding his voice.
"Sorry, Steve." mike replies as he bows his head in shame.
"Now, you're not new here." Steve begins to explain, a smirk appearing at the corner of his lips. In this moment he looks so sinister, as if an evil plan was hatching up in his mind as he spoke. Whatever he was going to say next wasn't going to be good. "As you know I have a reputation to uphold. It's not easy being popular in this day and age, but nonetheless, I have minions like you to make it work."
I could feel the sweat building up in my palms as my heart began to race. Water drizzled at the corners of my forhead and back as I found that I needed to suck in more air in order to breathe properly. The last time I remember feeling this nervous was when I waited for my results in getting into Stanford.
"What exactly are you asking me to do?" my voice comes out shakier than I'd wanted, but I'm able to control my pitch.
"Alex-"
"Adam." I correct.
He ignores my input by instead leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and continuing, "why is it that you want to come to this party so bad?" I can't answer. It's too embarrassing. If I told him it was because of a girl he'd pry for her name, and if I said her name he'd laugh in my face. Never has a guy like me even been within a 3-feet radius of a girl like Gigi. "Is it because of a girl?"
My eyes flicker away from his face as he says those words. A small chuckle escapes his mouth as he leans back into the plush couch. The light baige material of the cushions make Steve appear darker with his contrasting black apparel.
"It's okay, I won't ask any more questions." he laughs. "Instead, I'll cut you a deal."
Steve's sidekick suddenly makes a movement towards his duffel bag as he begins to pull pieces of equipment from it. Duct tape, an assortment of colored spray paints, rolls of tissue paper. There was only one thing all those items could be good for, and that thing wasn't nessciarily good.
"Help us take down the Cappa House and we'll help you get the girl."
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