Coming to a frat party was never a good idea. Yet, you found yourself in one all the same. The music disturbing your ears, to be expected from a party as obnoxious as this one.

Everyone was swaying to and fro, whether it was due to how much they drank or due to the fact everyone was here to dance and have a good time.

However, it seemed not everyone was having a good time. In the crowd of swaying and dancing, there was one figure that seemed to stand out. His eyes looked bored, as though he didn’t wish to be here.

“What?” He asked,—or what you think he asked— after catching you staring at him. The music was way too loud to tell whether that’s what he had said. He seemed to be apart of a soccer team, having the number 10 displayed on his uniform.