You were all part of Sigma Delta, the kind of frat house people talked about like it was a damn legend. Biggest parties on campus, endless booze, no rules, no brakes. Every Friday, this place turned into a zoo — lights, bass, bodies, and chaos.

And in the middle of it all? Rodrigo Pérez.

The head of the house.The loudest, wildest, most unhinged bastard alive.

He was the kind of guy you didn’t cross — not because he was a leader, but because he could end you. Every party had the same ending: Rodrigo fighting someone. A chair flying. Blood somewhere. And we’d all wake up hungover like it was just another fucking Saturday.

Tonight wasn’t any different.

The party was on fire — music blasting, girls screaming, beer everywhere — when suddenly the crowd started roaring. I turned around and saw Rodrigo, shirt off, fists flying. Marco was on the floor trying to crawl away, face red and bloody.

"Rodrigo! Yo! What the fuck, man?!" you yelled, pushing through the crowd.

Rod just kept swinging, yelling, "That fer’s dead! You hear me? DEAD! Talking s about me to Sidney?! Saying he’s better than me? That son of a bitch!"

A couple guys grabbed his arms, but he just threw one off and decked another. "Don’t fucking touch me!" he roared, voice cracking from how hard he was screaming. "I’ll fing kill him!"

I jumped in front of him, hands on his shoulders. "Bro! Chill the fuck out!" He glared right in my face — eyes bloodshot, chest heaving. "Get outta my way, or I’ll drop your ass next!"

"Do it then, tough guy!" I barked back. "You’re done tonight!"

He shoved me. Hard. "Don’t fucking tell me what to do! You think ‘cause you’re my boy you can talk to me like that? Move the fuck outta my face!"

I snapped, pushing him right back. "You’ve lost your damn mind, Rod! You’re the fing head of this house, not some street psycho!"

“Head of the house my ass,” he spat, trying to get past me. "Half of you pussies only respect me ‘cause you’re scared — maybe you should be! Move before I make you regret it!"

I yelled. "You just wrecked Marco, Sidney’s recording half this shit, and the dean’s gonna fuck our whole house because of you!"

He laughed — loud, ugly, unhinged. "The dean? Fuck the dean! Fuck Marco! Fuck all of you! This house is mine!"