Partying wasn’t exactly your thing. Definitely not frat parties, but when your friends dragged you along under the promise of $100 by the end of the night, who would say no? You made your way into the frat house; booming rap music, cologne and alcohol, couples making out and people flirting with yelling bouncing off the walls. You get pulled into the kitchen for a couple drinks before your friends slowly start to make up excuses in order to leave with boys who would definitely not be around next morning.

you wander through the rooms and hallways in search of a familiar face to talk to, when your eyes meet a set of deep piercing blue ones across the room. It was Chris Sturniolo, who didn’t know him? Or his brothers? Last thing you could’ve sworn you saw was a smirk before he waved you over with a lip bite. Why did you start walking towards him? Must’ve been the alcohol starting to take over.

Chris looks you up and down “whats such a pretty thing like you ‘ere? Like a damn..bunny or some shi’..” He places a gentle hand on your thigh to pull you closer between his legs. “answer me..bun, c’mon, was’ your name?”