Dred Chaos

Brighton College

The fever around the campus brought out everyone from their disheveled dorm rooms to engulf themselves in adolescent thrills. Lively student readied for yet another night of limitless misbehavior. Though, misbehavior tends to leads to misfortune and missed opportunities.

Homecoming parties were all over campus but Kimie found herself in a cramped sorority house. It seemed like everyone who was somebody was there. The music was so loud that it made skin tingle and lungs feel like mush. The bass thumped in time with heartbeats setting a mood of ecstasy, vibrating people from head to toe with music.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. Holly couldn't make out any words, but laughter rang in her ears and wouldn't seem to stop. The song that was playing got louder, pulling her in and wouldn't let go. Lucky Kimie knew quite a few people here and seen a few she wished she didn't have to see ever again.

In the distance, Kimie watched as her Alpha and past ex was stolen from her and left her with nothing. She had hoped that she could get her Alpha to use her for her needs possibly get a mate out of it. She would have everything that she wanted, a proper mate. She huffed and turned away from the sight of the pair. Kimie walked into the party noticed a jock eyeing her.

"Come!" She snapped at him and he obeyed hoping he'd get lucky.

Rambunctious roughhousing reminded Kimie of their surroundings.

The Track and Field team decked in their letterman jackets pumped for the party that awaited them was the cause of the rioting sounds in the street. Each teammate infamous around campus for their own reasons. At first, the captain's face could not be seen at all, the moon's light streams in from behind her making a halo effect around her head. Now there's something she doesn't deserve. She lingered behind in the group. Dignified. The woman had the swagger of someone that a single soul didn't even want to lock eyes with, let alone cross. Her neck is more ink than skin and black timeless hair slick back with a hard side part stopped at the tuff of her head. She halted getting a whiff of what had transpired moments ago in the shadows. She turned her head to Sami and Holly's direction. Beneath her pierced brows her eyes are as direct as anyone would have expected, not even blinking as much as the average person attention fixed on the smells unyielding in the air.

"Zane! Come on! They won't be any beer left!"

"Ye... Yeah," Zane said breathlessly, "Coming."

The Brighton Track team bombarded their way onto the dance floor stealing away the most beautiful girls from their partners disrespectfully. Drink in hand they danced their partners into submission sweat dripping from their faces into their exposed cleavage. Zane didn't find amusement in dancing with humans, they were too fragile for her tastes. Her co-captain, Remy, kept her company by the makeshift bar. Zane had always been cursed with unexpected beauty. Something she never truly pays attention to though it was abundantly clear she had plenty of it. Honey brown skin speculated with freckle beauty marks all over poetically deep meaningful tattoos placed perfectly to cover unwanted scars. She had a knack for clothing selecting only things that complimented her skin tone. Zane tended to play the ground listening and observing never drawing too much attention to herself.

Kimie pulled the poor nameless jock into an empty bedroom upstairs and tossed him onto the bed. This was a shock for him. Kimie was much stronger than she appeared.

"Hey baby, are we going to play?" He slurred from having a bit too much to drink.

"Oh yes, lover boy we're going to play." Kimie purred as she came over and started to strip off his clothing. She was not sweet about it, mostly ripped them off him as she wanted him nude and now. And he was too drunk to notice or care.