The Frat Guy

The Frat Party

Piling out of the SUV, we all somehow managed to shuffle towards the mansions doorway. The whole whole laughing hysterically at one another in the most sloshed way, hardly being able to walk straight due to our pregame.

"Gosh, we shouldn't of drank this much before hand," Kim began to say with a giggle. Which then made her sound the farthest from serious.

"We didn't force the liquor down your throat," Alexa laughed obnoxiously.

The moment my heel touched the wooden deck, I couldn't be happier to finally be at the entrance. I wanted to get inside. I couldn't wait any longer.

This party meant so much to our sorority, that even if it seemed like we didn't give a shit due to being shit faced, we do. Me and my girls run that sorority. Being legacies tends to set an easier path for you. Not that we haven't worked hard for what we do and what we accomplish. We just can't say we didn't have help along the way that most don't get. And tonight was one of those nights. One where we don't have help and we're doing this on our own.

We planned this to show everyone that we were allies with this fraternity, come Greek week. Which starts in just two months. Which may sound like a while but unfortunately in Greek time that was no time at all.

Not bothering to knock, because we don't have to, I turn the knob and am met with a sea of bodies. People talking every where, drinking and toasting, dancing and dry humping. The walls vibrated from the bass the speakers were bumping. It smelled of spilled alcohol and sweat. Nothing pleasant, but it was a good sign the party was in full effect and a rager.

The lights were dimmed and the cheesy disco ball was spinning. A colored turn ball spinning as well giving it a club look in the common area, with all the reds, greens, pinks, and blues coloring every surface. The walls, floor, and bodies busy swinging their hips and dancing close.

"I'm going to go find Trent," Alexa was saying as she waltzed away with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"We know what she's going to do," Kim said aloud.

Giving her a humorous side eye, I was ready to say a snappy retort but instead was being pulled away from Kim. My body spun into a rock hard chest and I was met with the most gorgeous hazel eyes I'd come to think about in more than reality, but in my dreams.

A beaming smile was on his face that his deep brown hair framed, outlining his perfectly chiseled jawline. Those celebrity teeth sparkling in the faint lit house.

I couldn't help myself when my smile reached my eyes. I was falling for this man and I was doomed.

"Harry," I simply said in the dreamiest tone my voice gave off. It was entirely involuntary, but too late because Harry without a doubt heard that.

The throaty chuckle leaving those kissable, plump lips gave way that he definitely heard my dreamy sigh at the end too.

"I've been expecting you, my lovely Alison," his British accent dripped with sex as he spoke.

My insides warmed right away, my knees threatening to buckle out from under me. I always melted every time he cooed sweet pet names to me with his ever loving deep voice. The accent only made it extra saucy. It always made me drip with lust the instant he uttered a word, and by the way he gazed right back I could always tell his head was in the same spot.

As bad as I was falling for Harry, or I'm pretty sure I am falling in love, lust was the root of our relationship. Which I'm okay with, I prefer it actually. Makes it less complicated and heavy. It's always harder defining things. Even if Harry could get unreasonably jealous, and down right controlling. It was always in a sexy, raw male testosterone type of way.