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Four:

Flashback to a year ago://////////

Anders POV:

Okay Anders. Nothing to be scared of. Your moving into a fucking frat house. Nothing special. Your cool now.

Ding dong (door bell)

"Hey man, you must be the new guy. I'm Brice. Come on in and I'll show you to your room." A tall, brown haired boy welcome me. His eyes are a hazel, laced with an ice blue. The girls must be all over him, he'll have to teach me. I suck at flirting.

"Thanks man." I reply, not trying to sound too exited.

"Oh and by the way, we are having a party tonight so you'll have to get all your things into your room right away. If you need help just ask anyone, we are all happy to help." He tells me. Aren't frat boys supposed to be assholes?? Why is he so nice??

"Thanks. I don't own much so I'll have to buy some stuff later." I confess. When I say later I mean when I can afford it. I had to go to a college because my parents couldn't afford Uni, and even working three jobs I couldn't help pay either. I shut the door and see that lying there, is a mattress on the floor, a dresser, some hangers for the closet, and a desk. Immediately, my door sings open and a limp boy is standing in the doorway. He's about my height, which isn't that tall but he's bigger than me so I can't complain.

"So sorry about the room, the last guy got kicked out for dealing so if you find anything just toss it. But you shouldn't fine anything, I raided to the room the minute he moved out" he tells me. His British accent throws me off a bit, based on the fact that this is kind of America.

"Ahh. My accent. It confuses a lot of lads, but I moved here with my family my senior year of high school. If you were wondering." He tells me. He tries running his fingers through his blonde shaggy hair, but his finger get tangled within the mess.

"Oh cool. Is there any rules or anything about staying here?" I ask straight away.

"Ahh, that's at the final initiation tonight. So your off the hook until then. Stay sober for a bit so you don't forget because nobody is going to help you out later on." He tells me. I give him a nod and he leaves my doorway, with the door open.

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When I finish unpacking, the guests start arriving. Perfect. I go downstairs and see a ton of girls. Hot, slutty, girls. I make my way to the girls with matching crop tops and start dancing with a darker chick. That Brice kid pulls me by the arm and drags me away to a bunch of tall guys. The group looks at me with confusion and disappointment. I don't recognize any of them, so if they heard something it was from someone I know, but not aware of them attending this college.

"So he's here. At last, we can start the ceremony." A guy with ginger hair perks up, as he hands me a drink with a blood red liquid. I gag at the smell, and Brice slaps my back.

"It ain't that bad if you chug, and then have a shit ton of water." He tries to comfort me. The rotten smell makes me actually think it's real blood.

"The damn chap thinks we killed someone and collected their blood!" The British kid from earlier screams with Humor in his voice. Have you smelled this crap??

"It's not, I promise. Grant made this with his secret recipe. I promise there is nothing toxic or human in that." Another boy chirps up.