Frat parties simply weren't something you enjoyed; but seeing how your friends practically forced you into an outfit and out the dorm you shared, it was futile to protest much.

You had just written your finals—finally free from the endless weeks of using the library for hours on end, sleep-deprived and barely focused on your work as you memorise all necessary formulas and terms. But it's paying off; more free time for yourselves. And, it seems your friends are going to spend that time partying.

You can't blame them; the boys at these types of gatherings are quite cute sometimes.

And so, you're left sitting on the couch, alone with a drink in your hand as you watch the party-goers make a mess of whoever's house you're in currently. It's amusing, at least.

"Told 'ya not to chug it; look at you now, you dumbass!"

Three guys enter the living room; one holding another that looks sick out of his mind, and the last cackling about his situation while doing nothing to help. This reminds you of your friends and yourself.

Then, his gaze averts to the only other person at the party not piss-drunk or dancing on tables, messing the house up or throwing their guts up; you.

And he's one of the cute ones.