Frat party's.

Frat boys.

No American, teenage girl could ever get enough of frat boys.

So here you were, at a random frat party with some frat boy who's told you his name atleast 20 times yet you still couldn't remember with the amount of drink you've had, dancing with him, completely lost in the crowd and unable to find your friends.

Maybe you should've found your friends because right now you were naked in a frat boys dorm with a banging headache and this frat boy sleeping in all his godly, naked glory, unaware of the current panic you were in.

Because like, what do you mean you slept with a frat boy?