[Arabella]
"Kappa Sigma, Kappa Sigma, Kappa Sigma!" A crowd of frat boys yelled. I sighed and watched as Pandora danced with Fletcher on the dance floor. College kids everywhere drank, danced, and screamed.
I was not one of them.
For one, my shoes weren't as comfortable as I thought they would be. Secondly, I wanted to go back to my sorority house and sleep since it was currently eleven-thirty.
Now, don't get me wrong, I wanted to be a sorority girl and I knew that parties would be apart of this, but this party didn't seem as nice as the ones I had seen online (no offense to the Kappa Sigmas).
I got up and decided to walk outside to hang out in my car for a while. As I made my way through the crowded room of drunk kids, I bumped into a very particular boy who ended up spilling soda on me.
"I-I'm so sorry!" he yelled over the music, "On the bright side, it's just soda."
"It's alright." I yelled, looking up to the tall boy in front of me. He was incredibly attractive. Blonde quiff, blue eyes. He looked like the typical California frat boy, but something told me he wasn't.
"No, I'll go help you clean it up!" he said, looking incredibly guilty.
"If this is your way of trying to hook up with me, I don't just do people at parties and leave!" I laughed.
"No, no." he laughed, blushing, "I'd seriously help you. Where you running off to?"
"My car. I needed to get some air, but I guess I won't since I've got soda all over my dress."
"I'm so sorry!" he yelled again, "It's a really pretty dress by the way!"
"Thanks. I think it looks better with the soda, though. Really brings out my eyes." I teased.
He laughed and took me by the wrist, "Here, I think the bathroom is this way."
"Get some!" one of the frat boys yelled to the mysterious boy who was leading me into the bathroom. He flipped them off and took me inside. I laughed as I looked into the mirror. A giant caramel spot soaked my white dress.
"You can't really get soda out, but you won't be... sticky." he laughed, opening the faucet and getting paper towels.
"It smells terrible in here." I said, absentmindedly.
"It's a frat party. What do you expect?" He laughed. He had an accent. It wasn't particularly British, and I had suspected an Australian accent, but I still felt the need to ask.
"Air fresheners. Where are you from?"
"Down under in Sydney." he smiled, "You?"
"California born and raised." I smiled, "Although I wish I had my dad's Italian accent."
"Italy. I love pasta." he laughed, nervously, awkwardly handing me a paper towel.
"Wow, stereotyping?" I teased.
"N-no, I just-"
"I'm kidding." I laughed, patting the area on my dress that was stained with soda with the wet paper towel.
"So, uh, what's your major?" he asked.
"Undeclared. You?"
"Math."
"Are you in a frat?"
"Beta Theta Pi."
"Ha, long name."
"I only joined because my best friend wanted me to." he shrugged, "Not sure how I like the life so far."
"Kappa Delta." I said, looking up from my dress. I looked in the mirror to see that it was almost gone. I grabbed another paper towel and wet it.
"Do you need, uh, help?"
"It'd be appreciated, but you seem to be scared." I smiled, making him blush, "Here. It won't be awkward, this happened in high school to me, except it was a cupcake and it was my best friend who was actually was brave enough to help me."
"Is your best friend a girl?"
"Yeah."
"Then it's not the same, really." He said, looking down at the paper towel.
I took another paper towel and smiled, "I don't bite. Or fuck before getting a name."
He laughed and started at my stomach, "Luke."
"Huh?"
"My name is Luke." he repeated, looking up from the stain.
"Arabella." I smiled, rubbing where the soda was on my sleeves. I turned my arm around to check if they seemed decent enough.
"Like the Arctic Monkeys song." he smiled, concentrating on the soda on my ribcage.
"No, like my grandmother." I laughed, "You must be glad I'm not wearing a strapless dress."
"Yeah," he laughed, "I'd probably be much more awkward than I am right now."
"Don't worry," I laughed, "It's nothing big."
"So, Kappa Delta," he smiled, still working at the stain on my ribcage, "Do you speak Italian?"
"Beta Theta Pi, si è molto interessante, e la prima per chiedere se parlo Italiano."
"Which means?" he said, looking up from the dress.
"Beta Theta Pi, you are quite interesting, and the first to ask if I speak Italian." I smiled.
"Nice." he said, moving his hand up and accidentally touching where he feared he would the most, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
I started laughing hysterically, "Calm down, it's fine."
"No, I'm really-"
"Beta Theta Pi, calm down. I know you're not trying to get in my pants." I said, still laughing, taking his hands and putting them on my chest, "See? No big deal."
He laughed nervously and blushed a deep scarlet. I put down his hands and laughed, "You're so funny."
"Thank you?"
"It's cute." I laughed, heading toward the door, "I'll see you around."
"Do you, uh, want me to walk you to your car?" he asked.
"Sure." I shrugged. He took my hand and lead me out the door. I walked to my car.
"I guess I'll see you around?" he said.
"Maybe. UCLA is massive, so maybe at parties if you decide to come again to spill soda on my dress and touch my boobs." I teased. Although it was pitch black, I could tell he was blushing.
"I'll definitely go to a Kappa Delta party." he said.
"Who said I'd go to my own sorority party?" I laughed, opening my car door.
"Right, um, I guess I-"
I kissed his cheek, "You will."
"Okay." he said, laughing nervously. I got inside the car and waved goodbye. I drove off to go to my sorority house for a few minutes. Once I had rested for a while and had a snack, I headed back and talked to a few girls from my sorority.
