Vodka Over Love

{03} Where is Your Boy Tonight?

I was trying my damnedest to walk in an orderly fashion, but the eight shots of stolen Vodka I had just put down was really trying my skill sets.

"Sid, how much longer," I wheezed. If this walk wasn't the death of me I'm sure beer pong at the SAE fraternity house would result in a trip to the ER for a good old stomach pumpin'.

She looked back at me, long brown hair blowing behind her, "stop bitching, it's just another block."

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my arms furiously, "I'm not bitching I'm just in little to no clothing."

"Should've brought a jacket." Tiffany sang over her shoulder, tugging the sides of her NorthFace tighter around her.

Tiffany was my second roommate, and by that I mean honorary. Not by choice either, she just liked to show up with a sleep bag a blanket and call which bed she was going to sleep in. To make it worse she wasn't just clingy and lacking common sense but she was only at our college for about two weeks before she had already learned every other students names- in short she wasn't a hermit like S and I, she was a social butterfly. While S and I preferred to stay more to ourselves Tiffany made it her goal to be a part of every club on campus. I couldn't blame her for being in her position. She was stunning, 5'6 of all leg, blonde hair that fell perfectly right when she woke up, and a pair of blue eyes that put S's to shame.

My level of fake hatred for her came more from being 5'4 and dark green eyed than it did actually disliking her needy personality. Tiffany and Sid had met during Volley Ball, and the three of us just clicked- Syd was the strong, ' I ain't need no man' type while I had a more 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. While I was personally unaffected by Sid's scandalous life choices, I was constantly annoyed by just how wholesome Tiff seemed to be, she was the complete opposite of me, sweet and lovable, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

When we got to the house a group of guys sitting on the porch perched up as we got closer, "Would you look at that," one of the yelled over the soft bumping of sound entrapped behind the fraternities closed doors, "it's the three musketeers."

"Haha, Vaughn." I waved, smiling as my Islamic friend ran down from the porch to greet the three of us with a hug.

Vaughn was the very first guy friend I had made at Fairlake College, he was the type of guy who will take your girl home, but just to tuck her in and make sure no predators try and make a sick meal out of her. Not only did the three of us love him, but my boyfriend did as well, which was a bonus since Jessie and I had a way of being batshit crazy protective of one another.

"I expected you to be at home tonight with your boy," Vaughn ruffled my purple hair, which he always made very clear he'd like much better if I had some natural color like every other sorority die hard I attended school with. "I'm glad you showed up."

"Oh please," I slurred, "You know I wouldn't miss a chance to kick your ass at beer pong for anything."

Tiffany screeched happily and sprinted up the steps after her boyfriend Matt, entrapping him in a hug and to-passionate-to-be-on-a-fraternities-porch kiss. "Get a room!" S called out, putting her arm around Vaughn as he walked us up the steps.

Vaughn was a Sig, which meant he had pledged to SAE. Since we were so close to him any party that went on we were automatically on the list. ( Although he claimed it was because we had a high group average) You know, when all of your friends are attractive and have a good personality so it leads to free drinks and VIP status.

I saw the beer pong table in the middle of the floor and sprinted over to the signup sheet. A freshman on sober security looked at me miserably, "sign us up." I winked, lighting tapping his knee and gesturing to S who was already making eyes at a junior sitting on the couch.