Ruin (boyxboy)

Frat Party

        Things are never as they seem - ever.

       

         -Alan-

I'd never been to a frat house: The only experience I’d had knowing what they looked like was with my extensive watching of Netflix. You know, partying, drinking, cups littering the lawn.

 What I didn’t expect was actual order. The music was loud, but the spread was insane: Alcohol was everywhere, food was everywhere, and every guy looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine.

 “Guys,” Austin put his hand on my shoulder and eased me forward, “This is Alan.”

 “Hey.” A couple of them mumbled in greeting and smiled. They didn’t look like your typical jocks, in fact, most of them were sipping their drinks and talking about baseball while the girls were around them were happily chatting about their classes.

 “Oh,” Austin tugged at my hand. “And those guys over there,” he pointed in the direction of two men, one with black and blond hair, another with surprisingly defined eyebrows and brown hair swept to one side. They both held poker faces. “They work for me. Or my Dad. However you wanna look at it. Anyone bothers you? You run towards them with the whistle, got it?”

 What I don’t understand is why Austin was so worried about me getting, what, raped? Taken advantage of? However you want to put it, I guess there were some pretty crazy girls and guys to be on the campus for rape whistles to be handed out by the RAs.

 “Uh, okay, but why would anyone bother me?” I questioned

 Someone snickered behind me “Fresh meat.”

 “Need I say more?” Austin groaned, “Alan, meet Kellin.”

 “Uh, hi Kellin.” I mumbled, trying not to meet his predatory gaze. He had black hair contrasting with his green eyes (or blue? I couldn’t tell. Or were they grey? Wow. He had nice eyes.). He was hot, but the fact that he was staring at me like some kind of sexual object kind of scared me.

 “Sup.” He nodded and winked.

 Annnnnnnnd that was the end of that conversation. Austin introduced me to tonnes of people, none of them really caring who I was. Mainly they were polite, but that was the extent of it.

 After a few more introductions, Austin took me to the kitchen. “Let’s get you a drink.”

 “Oh, um I don’t drink, I’ve never drank befo-”

 “I know.” Austin chuckled, “which is why you and I are on a mission of sorts. First frat party, first drink, first time with a senior-”

 “I’m good.” I shook my head at the cup he held out to me.

 “Not yet you’re not. One sip, and I can die happy.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he held out the cup and waited.

 “Ugh. You know you’re the worst RA ever, right?”

 He shrugged.

 The liquid sloshed around in the cup. It was dark and smelled like rotten bananas.

 “Ew. What is this?”

 “Beer. One sip. Go.”

 I plugged my nose. He laughed, but I didn’t care. It tasted like bitter bananas and mold. After that one sip, I was done. I coughed and handed him back the cup.

 “See?” His smile was contagious, “That wasn’t so awful, was it?”

 “That was horrible!” I smacked him on the arm, not being able to contain my grin.

 “What did I tell you? See? No whistle! You’re totally safe with me, promise.” He laughed a bit and then stumbled on his feet. Muttering an inaudible curse, he gripped the counter. I rushed to his side.

 “Are you okay?” He jerked away from me and blinked a couple of times.

 “Yeah, fine.” He blinked a few more times, “I just need to grab something from Jack. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t follow anyone upstairs and don’t drink anything, not even water.”

“Yes, sir.” I saluted, trying to make him laugh. Instead, he just looked like he was going to puke as he walked slowly out of the kitchen, leaving me alone.

(A/N): Yay for frat parties. I own almost nothing, all credit goes To Rachel Van Dyken and yeah fun times <3