Kith never thought that her senior year of high school would be spent in a frat house, especially the frat house of her ex-best friend's, douchey, irresponsible older brother, Cameron. She'd fantasized about going to college since middle school, but...
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Cameron popped another piece of gum in his mouth as he paced back and forth in the lounge. His black jacket lay lifelessly over the back of the couch as he strolled around clutching Kith's corsage. It was some blue flower he couldn't remember the name of. The point was, it matched her dress. If she was going to get pissed at him sometime during the night, it wouldn't be because her corsage was the wrong color. His mom drove an hour to act as Kith's personal stylist. Upon arriving, she promptly kicked him out of their room. He hadn't even been dressed. And he could only imagine what they were upstairs doing. For the past hour and a half, he'd been relatively alone on the first floor of the house. After getting dressed in the downstairs bathroom, he retired to the lounge. The sound of plastic crinkling attracted his attention. Looking down, he noted the dent his thumb had made. Glancing around, he made sure no one was around to see. Deciding it was safer for the corsage if it was out of his hands, he set it on one of the end tables. Exhaling a breath of minty freshness, he swiped a hand over his newly cut hair. It was nice and dark outside. Prom started at eight-thirty and ended at eleven-thirty. Humming to himself, he checked the collar of his white shirt.
"Oh shit!" Nate whistled. Cameron whirled around to see half the house in their pajamas, gawking and wolf-whistling at him.
"Shut up, Nate," rolling his eyes, Cameron glowered at the ground.
"Look at you in your little blue vest," one of them stalked over and ran a hand over it. "What color would you say this is?"
"The hell if I know," Cameron shrugged and shoved his hand off. "It matches Kith's dress. I don't know if it has a name."
"You don't even get this dressed up for our formals," someone commented.
"Did you cut your hair?" another guy questioned.
"It's Prom," Cameron reasoned. "And she's my girlfriend. She wanted me to look nice, so..."
"Whipped!" everyone chanted.
"Shut the hell up!" hissing, he flapped his hands for them to be quiet. "My mom is here!" the guys snorted and continued making fun of his appearance. "And you all went to Prom! We all dress the same, excluding the vest and the shirt. And maybe the tux itself if you're feeling creative..."
"You know what everyone does Prom night, right?"
Cameron's eyes darted back and forth. "Uh... gets drunk?" That's what he'd done.
"And?"
"Um... I don't know," Cameron ran his hands self-consciously over his vest again. He didn't plan on admitting it them, but he liked it. It wasn't the best blue, but he could've been sporting a worse color, like purple. Just the thought made him grimace.
"They get laid," biting his bottom lip, one of the seniors raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Well," Cameron grabbed his jacket and shoved his arms into the sleeves. They had to leave soon. Unlike Kith's classmates, she lived an hour away from their city, not to mention the hotel, which was located somewhere near the beach. They needed hit the road soon. He hadn't planned on spending his Saturday night at Prom ever again. "I am not getting drunk or laid tonight, fellas."
