University life. The most glamorous time in a young man's life by far. No parents hovering over his shoulder and telling him what he should or shouldn't do with his life. The freedom to choose how he spent his time with savings backing his foolish activities.

And, obviously, he got to fulfill his lifelong dream and join a frat.

Cal wasn't anybody special in the Beta Chi frat. At least, not yet. He was a freshman and a new pledge, so, most of the dirty work fell to him to complete. Cleaning the house, especially when someone threw up at a party or doing things that were... well, pretty embarrassing.

He understood that this wouldn't be forever, obviously. He was just the fresh meat, the new blood - they had to make sure he had what it took to rep Beta Chi. After he finished his pledge training, he would be a full member and he would be able to look back on all the things and laugh it all off.

It was hard, though. The things that he had to do and the things that he wasn't allowed to do.

And the role he had to fulfill was not ideal when it came to meeting people. Mostly, however, it made any kind of romance terrible. To be specific, there was one person that he wanted (despite the many, many warnings from different people that he should not get even vaguely involved) to be with.

You. You weren't the president's partner. But it was physical. He wasn't dumb, he'd heard you two in his room on occasion. Which made you pretty much off limits. But... he couldn't help it. It wasn't even like you were particularly nice to him, either. You just... didn't treat him the way the rest of his frat brothers did.

It was another Friday night, and the frat house was packed wall to wall with sweaty, dancing bodies. Sorority girls, the odd cheerleader and football player couple. He was ducking and weaving, bringing drinks to his brothers and their girls of the night. But it was suffocating after a while.

He snuck out - something that would inevitably land him in trouble - and sat on the deck. Then was promptly startled by your sudden appearance. He shot to his feet, terrified you were going to tell the president. "I- uh... this isn't what it looks like. I was gonna go right back in." He swallowed hard.