How You Became Mine

Part Three

"You're lucky I don't have any tests tomorrow," Winston said on the walk to Lambda Alpha. Everyone knew where LA was. They were known for having some of the craziest parties. "I'm lucky my classes aren't slamming me with work."

"Yeah, how come your professors are so nice?" "I don't know. I'm just worried about how I'll balance school, football, and my job," Monty continued. Winston's eyes sparkled in the darkness. "I never asked you what place you got hired at." "It's that sandwich place that you went to on move in day." "Oh! Which Wich," Winston remembered the name. "Yeah you should come visit me sometime," Monty joked.

"Don't worry. I will," Winston assured, making eye contact with the lighter haired brunette. Monty turned away awkwardly, not able to deal with his starry eyes. As they continued walking, the sound of music got louder and louder. It wasn't long until they were in front of the bustling frat. They got greeted by a door keeper wearing a hawaiian shirt and hunting boots. "What credentials do you offer?" the guy slurred, clearly high. Monty just pushed past him, dragging Winston along.

The bodies were so condensed, you could feel the heat difference between the house and outside. Winston was forced to glue his body to Montys not to get separated from him, and the feeling was not lost amidst the chaos. There were people making out everywhere, and drugs being exchanged so casually, you'd think they were trading stickers. The football team was so large, Monty could recognize at least one player every few steps he took.

Finally spotting the one teammate he was looking for, he started to pull Winston towards Ryan. Monty felt a resistance from his hand and turned to see someone trying to drag Winston away to dance. The culprit was already grinding his body against Winston while Winston's eyes doubled in size. Seeing it made Montys blood boil. Winston was for his hands only.

He jerked Winston harshly into his own body and sent a glare towards the drunk. Winston's face reddened over the sudden closeness of their bodies. He was still hugged against Montys side when Monty started to walk again. He turned Winston so that he could walk with his arm protectively snaked around Winston's waist.

Winston just let himself get dragged, feeling the strong vibrations of the loud bass under his feet. Monty leaned down to speak in Winston's ear so that he could be heard over the noise. "This is Ryan."

Winston deadass shivered at the way Montys voice resonated in him. "Hey," the quarterback greeted. Coming back to his senses, he held out his hand. "Ryan Rudicel?" he questioned. "Guilty," the tall blonde smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Winston." Ryan shook his hand and looked at Monty with a sly smile.

"Is he your hot date?" he asked teasingly. Winston looked at Monty, taken aback by the question. Monty was just glaring at Ryan. "Yeah," he gritted out, giving the blonde another warning stare. Ryan was just grinning back like an idiot. Then he looked down towards Winston's middle. Only then did Winston realize that Montys hand was still on his waist. He suddenly became hyper aware of the light weight near his hip. He liked how safe and comforted it made him feel.

Monty tried to change the subject. "Where's Stephen?" "Oh, he's playing a drinking game somewhere," Ryan waved off, rushing through his words. Monty was idiotic to think Ryan would let him off that easy. "Damn, De La Cruz. Your dates hotter than mine," Ryan remarked, raising his eyebrows at Monty. Monty scoffed. "I was counting on it, Rudicel."

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck are you two going on about?" Winston finally got the nerve to ask. The two football players just looked at each other and chuckled. "Lemme get you two drinks," Ryan started walking away, expertly weaving through the crowd.

Winston looked questionably back at Monty, still very confused. Monty leaned down to his ear again to explain, and Winston's breathing quickened. "We're calling you hot." "Oh," was all Winston could manage to choke out. "Thanks?"