Insatiable (UNDERGOING REWRITES)

Chapter 1 : Nolan Daniels

I remembered all the times everyone would tell me how much I would enjoy college. All throughout high school, pushed on more in my junior and senior year, the comments about the college experience and how great it was haunted me. And would probably continue to do so until I actually graduated.

Don't get me wrong. I love college. As much as any other typical college student could love it. The whole school and learning side of it wasn't my favorite. I hated studying, doing homework, you know, the usual school stuff. But everything else was great. The parties, football, wow I love football a lot, the hookups, the constant freedom. Now that was something I definitely enjoyed about college. It was all part of the college experience and of course I'm glad I got to have it. I knew there were others who couldn't afford to go to college, missing out on the once in a lifetime experience. And then those who didn't think college was for them. That's cool to, you do you, no judge coming from me! We've all got our own paths in life and mine just happens to be living life like a constant party.

Okay, maybe that was pushing it. Yeah, I partied a lot, was always invited to every party on and off campus, even some at neighboring colleges. I was a well known party animal, and had no shame in that fact. I didn't just party to get drunk off my ass and get into someone's pants. Of course those were some great pluses. But, honestly, I loved partying because it made me feel so free and just plain giddy. I didn't always drink at every party. Sometimes I would just stick to soda and still managed to find myself in the middle of the dance floor, letting myself loose.

And that's just where I found myself that Sunday night. It was the night before classes began and the campus were having their own kind-of-discreet-not-so-much party. It was held in one of the frat houses on the edge of campus. Of course it was the one frat house filled with the guys that I greatly disliked. Some of them were on the football team with me, those guys being relatively cool people and didn't make me want to punch them in the face. At least not all the time. The rest were a mixture of the lacrosse and hockey players. And while I didn't like placing stereotypes on people, especially those associated with sports, but those guys were your stereotypical movie jocks who strutted around with their big heads thinking about how much better they were than everyone else. It always manages to piss me off to no end, and those kinds of people always ground into my nerves. But I tried to be as civil as I could be, especially tonight since they were hosting the party. And housing one of my best friends, so I guess I could play nice for one night.

Speaking of best friend, not the one belonging to the frat, but still best friend, I turned to watch as Caleb was jumping up and down to the music beside me, his head tilted back and eyes closed. His lips were wide in a smile and his wild mane of curls were let loose, falling to his shoulders. He looked happy and content, something that made me smile.

Caleb was kind of my opposite in every sense. While I was considered a jock, quarterback on the football team and pretty popular and well known throughout the campus and other colleges, Caleb was more reserved, a wallflower, head of the art club and an undying passion for the history of art. We were even opposites in our looks. I was all muscle, tall and wide and full of masculine grace, or at least that's what people would whisper when I walk by. I knew I was attractive, every attractive person knows their attractive and if they don't, they're lying. I just wasn't one to flaunt and use it to my advantage, at least not always, but come on...whatever, moving on. Caleb was more slender than I, definitely smaller and skinnier, more on the lean side with more feminine features. When his back was turned, some people would mistake him for a girl, with his frame and his shoulder length curls. He never got upset over it, but I could always tell it irritated him sometimes.

He wasn't one for parties either. It took almost all day for me to convince Caleb to come to the party. And that was only after I promised I would not only be his model for his next "masterpiece" but also do anything else he asked of me for the rest of the week. While I knew Caleb wouldn't abuse that promise, he'd still enjoy the hell out of it. I didn't mind though, no matter how much I would grumble over it. Caleb was my best friend since we were kids, I'd do anything he asked of me anyways.