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Chapter 1

Collegium
- an educational institution; college
Origin: Latin
1
"Yes mom... Okaaay mooom. I heard you. Yes I will mom!" I rolled my eyes as I was busy and struggling on grabbing my luggage out of the house with a phone in between my shoulder and ear.
My mother has always been the worry-freak whenever we're far from her or she's abroad with dad cos of work. One time, I remember when I was still a kid, my brother said that she even went to my brother's camping at two in the morning because he forgot his mosquito spray and he got embarrassed by it. He lived with the embarrassment until he reached eighth grade. I know it's normal for moms to act that way and worry because that's part of their being as a mother but our mom is a very worry-freak even to the smallest details in our lives. I think we sort of got used to it now we've gotten bigger.
"Mom, will you please stop panicking? I'm just going to college, I'm not leaving for somewhere totally far away. Tell dad to be safe on your way to England and yes I will definitely take care of myself. Do not worry about me." I muttered.
"Is that all the luggages you got?" I hear Cameron popping his head out from the trunk.
"Yeah. This is the last one." I answered him.
"Well hurry up."
"I'd be faster if you'd offer me your help. " I rolled my eyes at him.
I still hear my mom saying out all the things she listed on her notepad that she always bring with her wherever she goes. She needed to say everything to me before I set myself to college, and everything means every little thing. I basically know that parents are always worried about their child getting to college, and since they are not here cos they're in Brazil on their way to England, Im in the agony of getting a long phone call with my folks and my mom worries even ten times more than the usual. Since my parents are both full time surgeons and part time business owners and are always abroad cos of work, they're always away from us. Yes, this jerk named Cameron is my older brother.
"You're such a slugabed." He whines as he placed my last luggage on the trunk.
"You're such an asshole." I fired back.
"Mouth, Savannah." I hear my mom say over the line.
"Sorry mom. So, do you have anything else to say to me? My ears are hurting." I said.
"Hand your phone to your brother. Please." She says.
"Gladly." I answered.
I hand my phone to Cameron and both of us got inside his black ford pick up truck. He was talking to mom and I was massaging my ear. I pulled the seatbelt and watch Cameron dying on his car as he listens to mom's nagging. I could tell mom is yelling at him cos I could partly, hear her voice. He's in trouble for leaving me home alone last night for a night out with his friends and he's giving me an eye for telling mom about it.
"You're dead." He mouths.
I smiled at him to annoy him and watch him suffer. Cameron is older than me for six years and he's still an irresponsible jerk. He still thinks he's a teenager who doesn't have a responsibility over his shoulders. No, he's not a father yet but I meant me and Ingrid, that's his responsibility. We're his responsibility. Ingrid is our little sister, she's only six and she's with our parents enjoying Paris and England.
Cameron, twenty-five, is a fresh graduate for business administration from WSU as well and he's currently working on our company as an employee, a regular employee and he's been whining about taking over my dad's company but sadly dad wants him to start from the bottom so he'll learn.
"Yes mom. Have a safe flight. I love you too. Yes. I won't." Cameron hangs up.
I pulled my phone away from his hand before he could do something about it.
"You're lucky you're going to college today and I'll miss your clumsy ass." He says.
"That was so sweet. Wow. I'm tearing up already." I rolled my eyes at him.
"I can't believe mom and dad are letting you major in English Literature. It's a lame course." He commented.
I gaped. "Well excuse me, English Literature is not a lame course. I love reading and I might be working in a publishing company someday. I might even write an article about you by the time you'll be taking over the company. Just like you wanted."
"Yeah right. I wonder how and when that's going to happen." He rolled his eyes at me.
When we reached the gates of WSU, I was enthralled. I hugged Cameron, "Don't you miss your alma mater?" I joked.
I hear him laugh as he pulls himself away from him. "Maybe a little. You take care okay? Stay away from those frat guys around."
I nodded and bid him goodbye. I am most definitely going to miss him. We may fight a lot but he's been a great brother and he's very protective of me. Plus we're really close. I walked to the dorms and looked back only to find Cameron getting inside his car. I waved him goodbye and he flashed his headlights at me. I continued walking and finally had my keys for my room. I passed by some women who were busy unpacking their stuff and most were all giddy. By the time I reached my room, I found myself alone.
Maybe my roommate is on her way.
I started unpacking my clothes and placed my stuff on the closet right next to me. I saw some clothes are already here but no one is around. I walked back to the door to make sure if I got inside the right room and I know I did. I folded my clothes again because well I don't like to get messy with everything around me. I'm very tidy. Well thank god for mom's chores and first aid orientations and return demonstrations every night. You not find it funny but we do that instead of bedtime stories. It actually came in handy right now.
By night, I had cup noodles for dinner since I was too lazy to grab something lavish and since it was very convenient and cheap, I think it'll work for me. My roommate still hasn't come here and I wonder how she looks like or perhaps at least just know her name. There's no photographs by her bed either so she's really a complete stranger to me. And since I don't know anyone here yet, I started reading a novel instead which I haven't finished for two weeks now. Damn, it's the longest since I finished a goddamn book.
Suddenly a loud bang woke me up in the middle of the night. I froze for a second and just listened to the eeriness of the room. I pulled myself up from the bed and just sat down, my roommate still isn't here. There goes that bang again that made my heart race. Shit it's coming from the door. My door. I grabbed my phone and it was still three in the morning. Who could this be? My roommate? Doesn't she have a key with her?
I jumped on my bed when that loud knock came by again. I slowly walked to the door and hoped that it wasn't some crazy killer or a ghost. Christ, is there a ghost here in the ladies dormitory? I reached for the knob and a knock by the door again made me jump back a little. I feel the hair on my skin is standing up. I exhaled heavily before opening it. Once I had swing the door open, I found a very tall man standing. He looked at me and he smelled liquor.
He's drunk.
He's really drunk.
"Who are--"
Suddenly he dropped front into me while my eyes widened. He hugged me that made me squeal. I was caught off guard. Damn he's so heavy too! I tried to push him off of me but he's really heavy. I hear him snoring on my neck, what the hell? Is he asleep? I just don't know what to do with this man at all. I wanted to call the dorm security but then he looks harmless.
I think he is.
But why is he here?
Maybe my roommate knows him or something. Maybe this is his boyfriend. Is she expecting him to come here? God, he's killing me with his massive weight.
I turned on the lights and closed the door by kicking it. As I move towards the other bed to let him sleep there, I fell out of balance since his foot was blocking me, the both of us dropped on the floor. There was a loud thud of me falling on my back. He's on top of me and my back hurts when I landed on the ground. My spine is aching. I grunt but still no move from this man. He's dead asleep. I thought he was going to attack me or something cos he's obviously wasted. He's totally wasted and he's here.
Why is he here? What does he want in here? He doesn't belong here. Doesn't he have a home or a dorm? I wonder if he's even a student around WSU. I pushed him off of me and I quickly stand up when I escaped his grip locking me down the floor.
"Who are you?" I asked nobody in particular but my eyes were on him.
I pulled him up while grabbing his arms. His body arched a little off the floor while his head was hanging back and I was unsuccessful about it cos I couldn't carry him all alone. So I just let him sleep on the floor cos I can't put him to the other bed. I walked back to my bed and sat down. I was just examining him.
He lays there flat on the ground and I was hoping he won't puke cos I don't wanna clean his mess at three in the morning. I don't wanna sleep either cos what if he's gonna wake up and rape me or what if he's just acting drunk. I don't even know the guy but why did I even let him in like I know him? I could've just let him stay right outside of my doorstep. God, you're so stupid sometimes Savannah.
I pulled myself up and looked for foods inside my bag and I found some crackers. God I'm going to take a proper meal next time. Cup noodles won't do. I sat down on my bed again and after a little while, he's waking up. His eyes are actually opening, but just slightly. I stood from my bed planning on helping him. As he pulled himself a little, his mouth drops open and without any second thoughts he vomited on the bedroom floor.
"Christ!" I exclaimed, making me drop some crackers on the ground.
My mouth was dropped open and he fell back asleep. Just like that. Like this was his place. Like it was his bedroom floor. I had to turn around right away so I won't see the disgusting puke of a drunk man. I cursed at myself for letting him in and kept scratching my hair. I headed out of my room and went to the community shower room to get a freaking mop at three in the freaking morning. Why is this happening to me? I just got here. Damn it. Just damn it.
When I came back, he's still on the ground. I hope he rolled over his vomit at least so he'll wake up smelling shit. Damn it, I'm cleaning up a mess of this man who I don't even know. And even if he's obviously handsome, it doesn't change anything that he's making me work out at three in the morning! Jesus who even owns this man?!
He's like a stray dog!
When I was done cleaning, I placed back the mop to the community shower room and then sprayed my perfume around the bedroom cos it smelled vomit inside. I squat down in front of him and looked at his unblemished face. Okay, so he's really good looking and his hair colored a mix of blond and brown together, the sides of it were short and the top part was long. Goodness his lips are pinkish and full. He's attractive. Really outrageously attractive.
"Hey buddy, get up." I try to pull his arm.
He groans. "I'm not buddy."
"Are you going to sleep on the floor?"
He pushed me away and I don't know if he's asleep or hallucinating but I fell on my butt. He's still strong despite his drunk condition. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were red and his eyebrows were perfect for his face. I just sat there for a couple of minutes and just stared at him.
"Catherine I'm sorry." He muffles almost about to cry while he suddenly takes a hold on my hand.
"I'm really sorry." I hear him again.
Who's Catherine? Is it the name of my roommate? Is this jerk her boyfriend?
"Hey I'm not Catherine." I tried to pull my hand away but I was unsuccessful.
"I'm Savannah. Sa-va-nnah." Why am I even clarifying my name to a drunk man that's not even fully aware of what I'm saying.
I don't know this guy but the devastation plastered on his face is beyond the word obvious. He's actually crying right now over this Catherine girl and he's hurting so bad, I could tell. I stare at him silently while I let him hold my hand until he's quiet and there's no more tears coming out from his eyes. I wiped them away with my other hand and stayed by his side a little longer.
"Hey if you prefer to be sleeping on the ground rather than on the bed then suit yourself." I pulled myself up slowly.
The next three hours, I was finishing the novel and I didn't fall asleep cos I was guarding the drunk blondish-brownish haired man sleeping on the floor who's been crying out for Catharine's name for almost an hour now. I pity him actually, he sounded sorry and he just kept chanting hide words over and over then would cry a little. I feel my eyes about to drop from my sockets and I constantly kept dropping my head once I fall asleep then try to pull it back and keep awake. I rubbed my eyes but then I didn't even know I already fell asleep.
"What happened to me?"
I hear a voice and I thought I was just dreaming so ignored it. Then I feel something moving me to and fro. I slowly flutter my eyes and see the drunk man was already up! My eyes opened wide and I quickly pulled myself up from the bed. He's tall. He's really really tall and his blue eyes were so light blue that I don't even know what shade of blue it is anymore.
"Who are you?" He asks.
The man standing before me right now is totally different from the helpless broken-hearted drunk man lying on my floor last night. His eyebrows are furrowed and his facial is impassive but strong.
Plus, he's insanely handsome.
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Chapter 2

Kismet
Translation: Fate
Origin: Turkish
2
He is taking my breath away.
He is very handsome. Very very very handsome. Manly handsome. Scruffy handsome. Goodness. Look at him!
His facial beard is making him even more mature and hot. And damn his light clear blue eyes are to die for. It's so blue that I think it's almost colorless. I'm lost for words to answer him cos he's oozing with sex appeal. He's ridiculously hot. His eyes are not heavy-lidded anymore. His very intense and penetrating stares are making my morning awkward.
Very awkward.
"I..." I trailed off.
Recover Savannah! Quick! I thought.
"I should be the one asking you that cos you're the one who's in my property. You're invading my space." I said with my arms crossed together while raising my eyebrows at him.
He looks around as if he's looking for something or someone. Maybe he's looking or hoping for Catherine to be here. He looked over the other side of the bed and then looked back at me. He's mad, I could tell. He's doesn't like it that he's here or he doesn't like it cos I'm here. Why the hell is he mad? I helped his drunk ass last night and he let me clean his mess three hours ago. A hello or hey sorry about last night my name is blah blah conversation would fine for 6AM.
"You should be answering my question. Why are you here?" His eyebrow arched.
I'm surprised.
"You should be the one who needs to answer my questions. Why are you here? What are you exactly doing here? You woke me up at three in the morning and knocked on my goddamn door so loudly like you were trying to wake up the whole neighborhood. You even puked on the floor and I had to clean up the mess you made at three in the morning!" I breathe.
I had to emphasize the three in the morning a lot of times cos well it was three in the freaking morning and he woke up the shit out of me.
He just looked at me. "Where's Tracy?"
Wow he actually just ignored what I said to him. I don't know if he listened well or he intentionally didn't listen at all to what I said but god he's a jerk. He's unbelievable. Last night he was looking for Catherine and now he's looking for Tracy. Oh, I wanted to tell him how remorseful he looked last night and how it will embarrass him. How many women does he have anyways?
"Who's Tracy?" I asked.
"Where's my goddamn phone? Where in hell is Tracy anyways and who the fuck are you?" He bombarded me with questions.
I gaped. I can't believe how rudely demanding he is about his things without even recognizing the fact that I helped his ass last night and how his carelessness have caused inconvenience to me. I certainly would like to know where my thank you or nice to meet you is hiding behind his handsome facade, jerkball.
"Wow mister. Look whoever you are, you're inside my room and you can't just curse at me cos you're mad about not findinfwhat you're looking for in here or your head is hurting! Besides you're the one who came here and I should probably get a thank you after letting you in and to think I don't even know you but I still cleaned your goddamn mess last night! And my back hurts because of you!" I raged.
"Yeah, leaving me sleeping on the floor at three in the morning. Thank you." He said sarcastically and god he's mocking me it's even making me even more angry.
"Okay that's it. You're heavy and as much as I want to drag you to the bed I can't cos you're dead drunk! Why did you even drink so much when you can't even stand anymore? You're still lucky I didn't leave you right outside the doorstep and didn't call dorm security on you! How can a man like you be so.... Mean. Rude. Heartless."
He closed his eyes while sucking in some air through his nose and exhaled heavily. He opens them again and looked at me.
"Where's my phone?" He asked monotone.
"I don't know." I rolled my eyes at him. It's already too annoying that he only cares about his goddamn phone which I don't even know where!
He's still standing right in front me and just looked at me. He doesn't seem to move away. He looks confused and I don't know what he's thinking but I'm sure he's thinking about something. I wonder what's on his mind right now. He's exterior is so strong that it's too scary. Damn it he's really handsome, no doubt about that, without those bloodshot eyes from last night.
"Are you Tracy's new roommate?" He asks.
"I don't know who the hell Tracy is and I don't know where the hell is your phone! Now will you just leave my room cos I haven't slept for three hours because of you! Get out." I push him.
He went silent again and I was hoping he would march towards the door but he didn't.
"Did we...." he keeps motioning his finger back and forth between us.
I arched my eyebrow.
"Did we fuck last night? That's why you're pissed at me?" he asks blandly.
I was shock by how he said it so casually and I almost dropped my mouth. I quickly thought, he's really a jerk. I was about to respond but am cut off by the sound of a creaking door and suddenly I see the door swinging open from behind him all of a sudden and another blond girl enters the room. I noticed that he was still looking at me, waiting for an answer to what he asked. She looked surprise to see me here in this room as she stands by the doorway. Holy shit, I think I'm the same room with his girlfriend. She's either the girlfriend or the recent fling or a past fling or an ex. Jesus, it's still too early for a cat fight.
"Nick?" She calls out while she stares at me eagerly but rather quickly.
I glanced at him then back at her then back at him as he looks back to this woman. I'm thinking she's Tracy. She walks inside the room and headed towards us while my heart was feeling heavy even though I didn't do anything wrong here. God she is so beautiful, like an angel with a perfect straight blond hair. She looks up to him.
"Where the hell were you last night?" She asks him.
"I left the party obviously." He answers.
"Yeah obviously. You were too drunk when you left. Wait, were you here all along? You knew I was there but you left and came here? I was so worried of you did you know that? Did you two... Screw or something?" she points at me.
My eyes narrowed. "What? No. Hell no." I answered right away. He looked at me and I could see he felt relieved when he heard my answer and I know he doesn't like the vision of us making out based on the unflinching look he's giving me. He's disgusted by it which makes me dislike him even much more! Ugh, as if I'd screw him.
She smiled at me. "Did he say things that hurt you? I apologize for him. He's just hard to deal with all the time."
I nod once. "He is hard to understand."
I see her smiling sheepishly while he gazed at me piercingly. God why is he so mad at me? I helped him last night. He should be thankful for what I did.
"Oh are you my new roommie? This is exciting! I'm Tracy. And you are?" She extends her hand.
So you're really Tracy, now who's Catherine? Is he two-timing on her?
"Savannah." I accepted it.
I smiled at her and she seems to be too nice for a troubled man like him. She looks like an innocent looking girl and he's the total opposite of the kind of man she's perfect to be with. He's too old for her too. I wonder how old he is. My eyes moved to this tall man who's name was Nick and goodness his height makes me feel so small about myself. His eyebrows knitted together again as he looks at me madly but he looked away and turned his attention to his girlfriend.
"Look for my phone for me. Will you? I'm leaving. My head is killing me." He says while he kisses her forehead.
Okay that was sweet.
He walks pass us and headed for the door. To be honest, he actually looked like a super model cos of his physique and he's tall and he's hot but he's got a really sick attitude. He's so moody and hot headed. God I can't stand any second longer than five around him! Not even a thank you for everything last night, really pathetic!
"Nick, stay out of trouble. Please." She begs while he halts.
He just nods. "Call Alec when you find my phone."
"Alright. Do you still have the spare keys?"
He nods again.
Spare keys for what?
"Please stop losing it again." She begged.
He nods once more. "I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah. I'll see you. I'll be there."
He looked at me. "And don't bring anyone uninvited, you hear me?"
He walks out of the door as shut it loud. Tracy moved his head back to me and smiled. It was obvious that Nick was talking about me. As if I would want to go to where he was talking about.
"Your boyfriend is something." I muffled as I sit back down on my bed.
She laughs. "What? He's not my boyfriend."
"Uhhh, okay." I said timidly since I know she'll say he's just a fling. She doesn't deserve him anyways.
"He's my brother." She answers.
My eyes just went out wide. "You're what?! Say that again?"
She laughs again. "I get that impression a lot from people when I say that he's my sib. It's quite the same as always."
I was still left amazed by what she just said to me. I was still trying to sink it in cos they don't look alike at all. Well, the hair color is a little the same but the attitude is a total no-no. They're total opposites. He's mean but she's nice. He's cold but she's friendly. He's dead but she smiles.
"Yeah. He's my older brother. Sorry about him. He's just really moody. It's like he's always on period." She jokes.
I laughed softly as I watch her walk towards her bed. "I really need sleep. And I'm glad I've finally met you. Sorry I was out all day."
I smiled at her. "I'm glad to meet you too."
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"Savannah are you really sure?"
I nod.
"Let's go out. It's Sunday. You need to go with me." Tracy begs me again while she puts on her brown leather jacket and puts on her mascara, twice now.
"I've got a novel unfinished." I raised a book and lied that I didn't finish it.
She walks to my bed and sits down, "It's gonna be the last party of the year. I mean for summer since school starts tomorrow. And it's gonna be epic for sure."
"I'm not really a partygoer."
"Me neither but it's fun and you'll engage to different people." She trailed off.
She exhales. "You'll meet friends. Well my friends. Think of it as a stressor relief. Come on, just one party. And I'm sure my brother's friends won't let anything happen to us. They'll be in trouble for that."
Then I remember from a while ago how Nick doesn't want me to go with her. He made it loud and clear that I'm not invited. I don't know why he hates me so much. I haven't even done anything wrong to him.
"Your brother said--"
"I'm inviting you. Forget about what that goofball said. We're going. You're going with me. Now get up and get dressed." She stands from my bed and smiles.
I pulled myself up and grabbed something to wear. I was wearing a white shirt and some pants and well, a pair of sweater. Tracy states at me and her look tells me that I'm wearing something inappropriate.
"You do know it's a party." She warns.
"I just wanna wear something that makes me comfortable." I said.
She smiles. "Okay. Well, someone will be here to pick us up. Nick told him to."
I try to fix my hair and watch her doing the same as well. "So, what's Nick around here? I mean who is he? The way you described him earlier seems like he's someone needs to be scared of."
She looks at me over the mirror and smiles, "He's a frat guy."
Frat guy.
"He's president of Phi Delta Theta." She adds while she was combing her hair.
My eyebrows furrowed since I didn't quite catch what she said. Phi Delta... What?
"He's the frat leader, Savannah." She says with a soft chuckle.
Frat leader.
Holy cow, the guy who I was yelling at and getting mad at this morning was a frat. He's the freaking frat leader. He's not the kind of guy who needs to mess up with.
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Chapter 3

Fraternité
- Brotherhood of man; Fraternity
Origin:French
3
Cameron specifically told me to stay away from frat men because well, they are frat men, they are dangerous and prone to fights. But here I am walking towards a black pick up truck full of frat men on the truck bed. God, why is Tracy even so persuasive? And why did I have to go with her? I should be up in our room sleeping or rereading the book again cos I miss the part where the antagonist was caught by the cops or maybe watching a movie in Netflix. But nooo, Savannah is out partying on her second night in Washington State University.
"Trace! Hurry up! Cmon! We're running late!" I hear one calling out from the passenger seat.
"Geez what's the rush it's only ten." Tracy whines as she grabs my wrist.
The men, they were in number of five, from the back of the truck were waving and smiling at me. They were calling out names but Tracy dissed them. Two or three were laughing at me, well cos of what I was wearing perhaps and I could compare myself from Tracy cos she's sporting a sexy outfit on that mini skirt but I didn't care about them. Tracy opened the backseat door and we hopped inside right away. Two girls were inside, that one on the passenger seat and this one right next to me. The one behind the steering wheel was a man and he just gazed at me over the rear view mirror. We speed off right away and I could hear the men getting very nosy from all the way back even though the loud house music was deafening from the insides.
"This is Savannah you guys. My new roommate. Be nice." Tracy introduced me while she eyed everyone inside the car.
The girl from the passenger seat turned her head to me right away when Tracy introduced me, she was chewing a gum in her mouth and just looked at me while I was looking back at her annoying bright red hair. She had a shiny thing on her nose, later then I realized it was a piercing.
"What the hell are you wearing?" She arched an eyebrow.
"Uhh.. Clothes." I mocked.
She bursted into laughter. "Well, we're not going to the library at ten in the evening, Miss Jamie Sullivan." She continued laughing at her own joke then the other two joined along except Tracy.
Ugh, did she just compare me to Mandy Moore's character in A Walk To Remember? Do I really look that loserish right now? I see Tracy wasn't happy by what this red hair said. Goodness and I quickly hate here now by what she said.
"Penny, please." Tracy hissed.
Penny, your attitude and the way you dress isn't even worth a penny. You're not even worth a fucking penny.
"I'm just being friendly." She fakes a smile at me before turning back to the rode.
Friendly my ass.
"The dude's Romeo and that one beside you is Megan. And that's Penny." Tracy says.
"Hi." I answered sheepishly.
"Your voice sounds so virgin-y." Penny commented right away.
Ugh, what's the deal with this woman?
"Penny." Tracy warns.
"What? It's true. Can't I say something? Gosh Trace, don't be so uptight. The night is just starting." Penny whines.
"It's alright Tracy. I'm not taking it seriously and it's a good compliment though. Thanks Penny." I said sarcastically. I see her looking at me on the rear view mirror.
"The guys from behind are Romeo's friends. They're frat as well. I don't really know their names cos Nick told them to stay away from me." Tracy says.
I nodded.
At least he's a protective brother.
When we reached this huge house, more like a mansion of bricks, where an engraved stoned of their frat name welcomed me was standing right before the house, Phi Delta Theta and a huge logo of their frat sign or whatever they call it was above the house. They wanted to know it was their territory and the house was loud. Really loud. Cars were parked right outside and the house windows were filled with colors from the inside. We hopped off the car and Tracy hooks her arm on my arm.
"Stay with me. You wouldn't wanna get lost inside that freak house." Tracy whispers.
Both of us followed the others while Penny was walking ahead first from all of us. It looks like she's been here a lot of times cos men were nodding at her then their heads travelled to me. Goodness I feel like an outcast cos of what I wore. I was new in their circle, I think that's why everyone's attention were on me and I think Penny hated it. We finally reached a couch but my eyes were moving around the very spacious house. It was amusing to me. I've never been on a frat house. It is deafening here and people had red cups on their hands while dancing and grinding against the opposite sex.
"You want to drink?" Tracy asks.
"No. I'm good." I declined.
"Trust me, you better have a drink in hand or else men will offer you. Nick said that to me. Here. Take this drink. It's safe." She hands me a red cup with a color red alcohol in it.
I looked at it eagerly.
"That's strawberry vodka." She informs me with a smile.
I just nod.
"Just hold it. Pretend to be drinking but don't drink if you're not a drinker." She says to me.
It's cool that Tracy is nice to me despite the fact that her brother loathes me for some reason that I don't know. I think he just really hates people. I think that's his hobby. But he's too handsome to be stiff and emotionless. He seems like he doesn't care at all. He still owes me a thank you. I take a look at everyone around me and they were enjoying it. Suddenly a guy sat down beside Tracy and he kissed her lips. Wow, that's unexpected. He's actually not bad at all. He's hot.
"Clyde I want you to meet my new roommate, Savannah." Tracy gestured to me and I smile.
"Hi." Clyde offered me a handshake.
I accepted. "Savannah meet my boyfriend. This is Clyde."
"It's nice to meet you." I said.
"You look--"
Tracy gave him an eye. "Be nice."
She's been saying that since we got inside that pick up track and I don't get offended by it. She's actually really nice to me and I appreciate that she earns her friends.
"I was about to tell her that she looks amazing." Clyde smiled at me.
I smiled.
The night went out to be fine and loud, mostly. I was just sitting here on the couch maybe for an hour now. Everyone around me were drinking and talking and left to dance. The red cup on my hand was still full and I found myself out of place. All of a sudden my eyes widened out when I saw Nick walking towards the couch. Holy Christ he's wearing a plain white shirt and he's rocking it. He saw me and he's heading here. He had a bottle of beer with one hand. He sat down right across me with his deceivingly gorgeous blue eyes locked with mine and Tracy was nowhere to be found and I'm here alone on my couch. I think he'll ask why I'm here when I'm not even invited.
"I see you're here." He says.
"Your sister brought me along." I answered back right away as I looked distant.
From out of nowhere, a drunk man crashed into the couch where I was sitting down and made me spill my drink all over my shirt and my pants. I gasped and nothing was left inside my cup. Everything was spilled on me and I'm just so mad right now. God I shouldn't have come here! His head was on my lap and he groans.
"Get off me you jerk!" I pushes him off me but bus arms locking around my waist.
"Argh! Get off me!" I feel his face on my stomach and he's holding onto me tight.
I see Nick getting up from across me while he placed his drink on top of the table and pulled the drunk man off of my lap but he was still clinging onto me. "Get off man. Get off of her."
Nick grabbed his collar and he hit the drunk man straight on he face. I jumped on my seat as the drunk dude fell on the floor and some were looking at us. Nick helped me get up and held my wrist while he leads me upstairs. But the words -- Nick and help, doesn't even go along well in one sentence. It sounds like a wrong grammar.
Wait, where is he taking me?
"Where the hell are we going?" I pulled my hand back while he stand along the staircase.
He looked back at me. "You're wet."
Shit, why did it sound like something else when I heard that coming from him?
"Now if you don't want my help then never mind. Just so you know I can see your bra from here cos your white shirt is wet and there's 30 other frat guys here who would get tempted to fuck you." He says so bluntly.
I gaped.
"And they will fuck you whether you like it or not." He added.
My eyes narrowed. Well I guess I don't have a choice now, do I? He's scaring the fuck out of me. I don't want to get raped or harassed at all. If he's gonna touch a single strand from my hair I'll kick his balls hand make him regret for messing up with me.
"Fine. Go walk. I'll follow you." I say sarcastically.
He continued walking and until he leads me to a room. He opens the door wide and turned on the light. The room was bland. It looked boring and lifeless. There's no happy color, no decorations, no curtains, no everything at all. Just a wide bed and his bedsheets were black. He walks inside and I just followed him as I close the door slowly behind me. I looked around, goodness this man has no taste at all. This room looks totally mourning.
"How long have you stayed here?" I ask.
"Don't ask." he said while he was busy pulling out something from his drawer.
"I bet you've just transferred here. Your place looks like it. You need some--" I ignored what he said.
He gazed at me over his shoulder. "I've been here for three years, now shut up."
I rolled my eyes at him then he fully faced me. Three years and yet his room looks like he just moved here. All of a sudden he threw a shirt at me that it landed straight on my face and it fell off on both of my hands.
"You intentionally did that!" I exclaimed.
"Nope." He said lifelessly.
I folded the shirt out before me and it was his frat shirt with a large name and logo of Phi Delta Theta. I gazed at him.
"You need to change out of that if you don't want to get harassed." He says without looking at me while he closed e drawer.
"But it's your--"
"Since you helped me when I was drunk and you let me sleep on your bedroom floor at three in the morning and you keep whining about it, there we're even. I helped you." He says sarcastically. He just mocked me again!
He was just looking at me and I was looking back at him. "Why do you hate me so much?"
"What?"
"You're so annoyed when you see me and when you talk to me. The way you speak sounds like you loathe me. And I can tell. Why do you.... Why are you so irritated by me? What did I ever to you?" I asked him.
His eyebrow arched. "Cos you're..."
He exhales.
"When you're done being a drama queen, get the hell out of my room." He says.
He walked pass me and slammed the door when he went out of his room.
Goodness why is he so pissed at me?
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Charmer - Kings Of Leon

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