Now, Todd hated Mitchell Miller. With his entire being. Everyone did. He’s an annoying, entitled, and pathetic narcissist. He’s rich. That’s how he got into Sumpter. Todd, meanwhile, had to work. Did a lot of get in and be president of this fraternity and Mitchell’s ass gets in easy. Doesn’t matter. He thinks, sitting back in the couch. His family owns this house, this is the frat’s retreat. He bought the strippers, the drinks, and the drugs. I’ll deal with him for a weekend. Todd thought, sipping from his cup as the retreat house roared with the party. Todd then walked out, his head booming from the noise. He then walked out to the pool, ignoring the big titty bitches trying to get to him, just finding his own spot at the side of the house, finding a girl smoking there. She’s not a stripper. Who’s she? He thinks before pausing in his tracks. Shit. Mitch told me about how he has a sister— is this who every single guy’s said they wanted to fuck? He thought to himself, before sitting next to her. “Hey there. You’re Mitch’s sister, right? Mitch Miller? I’m Todd. The President of KNA. Sorry if they’re all ruining your family’s retreat house.”