The Frat Guy

As the party was packed, lights flashing, bass bumping, and bodies taking up all the space in the frat house mansion. The party in full effect.

I was still speechless as I watched Harry and the stranger walk away. Still speechless as I mindlessly went to go find my girl friends.

My mind was obsessing over this guy and I need a distraction. Not just a distraction, but to have some fun while the night was still young.

Harry ditching me yet again, I wandered around looking for any of my friends really to party with. Maybe do some shots, get a bit rambunctious.

I was seeing bunch of my sorority sisters, but none I actually wanted to spend the party with. Sadly there were always girls you didn't get completely along with even if being president meant I should. I tried and made an effort but unfortunately life doesn't work out that way, so I walked past the small girl, smiling pleasantly with a over dramatic hi when they spotted me passing their group.

In my defense they were apart of the younger class, and half were sophomores. The other half pledges.

One of the girls looked far too plastered so I'd have to check up on her in a bit to ensure she doesn't need to go home and sleep it off.

I always took care of my girls, even when I'm drunk myself. That's half the reason I am president of our sorority. Being one the oldest and more responsible, practically every girl had voted me in, three years in a row now.

We had a great system too. Always a sober sister at the sorority house and a sober sister that is at the actual event with us to drive us home. Check up on everyone periodically throughout the party, sending people home when it was necessary. Finding me if some girls put up an argument when being sent home. Luckily most the girls respected when the sober sister said they needed to leave. If not, I had the power to make them go home, me being the end all of discussions and decisions.

When I got into the back room where the pool table and beer pong set up was currently, the "entertainment room" the boys called it, I scanned the room for friends.

Zayne was playing beer pong with Rori from my sorority, so I waltzed over, it being a better option then keeping looking for others.

I still can't believe Harry ditched me, the bastard. Even if it was for the new guy who the frat president should be showing around and introducing people to. Even if it was the hot new frat brother that had me constantly craving his presence to come back my way.

I inwardly cringed at my own thoughts about a dude I did not know, nor his name even. I was insatiable and shouldn't be, because Harry was important to me on a level. Being my boyfriend, I should not be thinking of you any other guy.

"Alison!" Zayne beamed as I walked into view and right in next to him, stealing is beer from his hand. Only enacting a wider grin on his handsome, five o clock shadowed face. "I was wondering when your excellence would show your face and come say hi to me."

Pulling me in for a hug, we embraced one another.

Zayne was slightly shorter than me but gave the kindest hugs ever. He was a very affectionate person too. Always wanting hugs, side kisses, and slapping anyone's ass practically that walks by him. It was pretty great actually, because he had a lovely personality to match. Laid back, hilarious, and kind unless you crossed him wrong. Then he could be badass. Definitely don't underestimate Zayne even with him being a smaller, shorter guy.

Slapping him on the chest playfully, I laughed as I felt slightly bashful. Zayne flirted with nearly ever girl he came across, it was always a simple confidence booster. I'd be lying if I said him and I didn't have a hidden connection though.