Shut Up and Kiss Me || Ethan Dolan

8: There Never Was a Good War

The breeze is cool outside on everyone's skin, the dark blue sky looming above. It's getting late into the year now, but with all the warm bodies dancing and running around at the party, the cold is welcomed.

Currently, Blake is sitting outside with Ava and Lara, enjoying it. Drunk bodies bump into her now and again, members of Kappa come up to hit on them on occasion, but it's fun. They just shove the annoying boys off, where they'd go try and hit on other girls wearing green.

"I'm getting pretty tired," Ava yawns, checking the time on her phone. "I woke up way too early today, think I'm gonna head home."

"Yeah, I've had enough for tonight," Lara agrees. "You gonna come with or go find Ethan?"

Blake, rolling her eyes, stands up. "I'm gonna stay a little longer, probably go find Ryan. Text me when you guys get home safe?"

"Always," Ava smiles, waving as they make their way out of the party. Blake hums to herself as she strolls toward the outdoor bar, intending to have one more drink for the night. She isn't sober completely, but she's pretty level-headed. It had been a couple of hours since she drank anything, and she only wants to keep her buzz.

On her way over, she notices Ryan with a girl on his lap and decides to steer clear of that. He'd be way too annoyed if she interrupted, so she'll get a drink and find someone else to hangout with.

Inside and upstairs, Ethan is gawking as he looks at the walls.

Someone had snuck in during the party and covered the walls in the Kappa presidents bedroom in some very graphic images. And in his and Grayson's room. In fact, every room belonging to any members of the E-board had porn plastered on the walls.

"Fucking Beta."

"Go grab the rest of them," Ethan mutters to Grayson. "Except Chad. He's way too drunk for this right now."

Though Chad is the Vice President of Kappa Sigma, he won't be any help. Not until tomorrow afternoon when his hangover is wearing off at the very least.

Grayson comes back upstairs with Seth, the president, and Tyler, the treasurer. They're probably the busiest members of the fraternity, having the most important jobs, so they aren't around for antics as often.

"What the fuck?" Seth groans, attempting to peel one of the images off of his wall. "I fucking hate Beta. How did none of the pledges see them walk in? Don't we have pledges near the door?"

"We're supposed to," Ethan mutters, crossing his arms. They're surely being reprimanded tomorrow too. There's supposed to be two on guard always at parties, keeping out certain people, Beta included. "Gray and I already tried getting some of it off. I don't know what they covered it with, but it's not budging. It's just sticky as hell. We're probably gonna have to scrape it and repaint all of our rooms."

"We so don't need this," Tyler sighs. "I'm gonna get a head start on re-budgeting."

"We're gonna go make sure there aren't any members of Beta still lingering," Grayson huffs. "E, shoot the group a text and let everyone know to keep their eyes open."

Ethan nods, hanging around for another minute to send the text. He tries getting the magazine porn off the walls again with a grimace, but it only makes his hand sticky. Whatever they used is strong.

They're all pissed when he sends out the text, every member of Kappa thinking of what they're going to do next. They can't just let Beta get away with this. It's been quiet for a couple of weeks, no retaliating after the cricket incident. It seems they were just planning, waiting for the perfect time to sneak in.