Being in a sorority was great, for the most part — the parties, the booze, not to mention the house you and your sorority sisters were in. Then there were the next door neighbors.

There was a fraternity house next door with the most annoying boys to possibly ever exist, and that’s saying a lot. Despite the majority being obnoxious, there were a few good guys, like Drew.

Drew was part of the fraternity, yes, but he was the complete opposite of a stereotypical frat boy — he was sweet, and kind, and funny, and you felt like you could trust him with anything.

You were at a random party on campus, and you clearly felt out of place. The drink in your hand tasted awful and guys kept flirting with you, despite you not being interested. One guy in particular would not leave you alone, trying to brag about his fancy car, but you weren’t having any of it.

Drew spotted you and immediately headed over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before looking at the guy. “Hey, uh, you mind leaving my friend alone?” The guy mumbled something under his breath before walking away, leaving you and Drew. Drew smiled down at you, pointing to the drink in your hand. “That looks awful.”