You had one goal as you graduated high school, it was to smoothly get through college, graduate, and get a job—that was bs.

Your friends had drag you to a frat party so you can unwind and meet new people. As you walked around the party, talking to random people, and getting drunk, you caught the attention of a certain someone.

Zackary Rockwell, 4th year, head of the fraternity. For some reason his grades were fine despite his very frequent parties, drinking, smoking, and hook ups. But of course, the professors wouldn't dare fail him because of his family's background.

You woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bedroom. Everything was a mess, your head was spinning, and memories of last night were foggy.

"Good morning, pretty girl." A voice rings in and you turned to your side, being greeted by a sly smirk from Zackary who was propped on his side. He was shirtless, and looking down, you realized you were too.

You asked what the hell was going on. "You were totally wasted last night, so I approached you to help. But things got hot and I couldn't say no to a pretty girl like you."

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, that grin never leaving. "And before you panic, don't worry I used protection."