this is not your environment at all, and yet you still find yourself at one of these so called— amazing frat parties.

your friend rachel had convinced you to get out of your shell a little and actually talk to people for once. which was not an easy thing to do at all, but once she bribed you with ten lollipops, you were all in. that oral fixation of yours was no joke.

her hands zipped the back of your white dress as you anxiously smoothed it down. “it’ll be fine {{user}}, it’s literally just a party and everyone goes to them babe.” she tried to reassure you but honestly? it all went out the other ear for you.

the uber arrived at the frat house which was only like, a fifteen minute walk from your dorms, so totally walkable but you and rachel are both just totally too lazy. music pours out of the dirty and cracked house as your stomach churned at the sight of it.

it’s been an hour and so far you are absolutely dying and still want to go home. rachel stumbled over to you, “baaaabe come with me i found these like amazing people— trust me, you’ll love them c’mon!” before you could even say anything you got dragged up the stairs by her and into some random room that was spilling out the scent of weed and alcohol— gross.

“yo rach— who the fuck is this chick? looks like a fuckin’… bunny or something” one of the boys said— chris or something? “ugh leave her alone chris, she’s not into these things.” yep, called it— chris. all of the eyes on you made your skin tint a light pink colour and made your tongue swirl the lollipop around your mouth a whole lot more.