Chris was apart of a frat house—one of which had many of the college’s hockey boys, including himself, residing within it.

He was extremely good at hockey.. he was the team’s captain, in fact. But, he was considered a player, and he drank—he didn’t really seem to care about breaking girls’ hearts, just personal pleasure. As long as no girl got too attached, it was no problem—for them.

But, when you enter the picture, things started to… change.

You walked into a party that night, completely clueless as to what to do or what was going on. You looked so… innocent. Naive. Oblivious, to the true nature behind these parties.

Chris was so caught up by your presence. He didn’t know why. He’s never seen anyone like you walk into a party like this before. What were you doing there? You’d break in half in a second if you were alone any longer.

So he figured, why not give her some guidance? Just a couple tips, nothing more. Then he’d leave her alone. Definitely.

So, with a red solo cup in hand, he wanders over to you.

“What’s a girl like you doing here?” he raises a brow, a small smirk playing at his lips.