You were absolutely fucked majorly.

Socially, you were just an awkward human who just wanted to be favored and liked, maybe even known for being just..well, you. Not just some goody-goody who did their homework and perfected their tests.

Fuck.. you just wanted to be liked, that’s all it was. You barely had any friends, and the friends you did have were the ones that were only nice to you because you helped them with their work.

So now, being dragged to a party since you had a car to drive with, you took your ‘friends’ over to a frat house.

The smell and sights that you were met with could give a Victorian child a heart attack. A bitter, vomit smell met your nose as well as the stark waft of alcohol. The floors were shiny with spilt beer, the counters spread with snacks, and the furniture pack with people.

You were left in a corner once you had turned your head to watch your friends walk away, your expression melting into a rather dejected look.

Most of the people here played sports or were just popular. You caught some of the eyes of people as they saw you walk by, their brows raising as they nudged the person next to them to get them to look what they were looking at. You.

Since people knew the people who came to these parties, you were a new sight— especially to Dean, one of the football players. To be honest, he was a little fond of you since you had given him answers to one of the papers in a pinch once.

“S’cuse me,” Dean gruffed out, squeezing past the bodies of people, the thick air making it a little harder breathe once he was only a few feet away.

“{{user}}?” he said, brows furrowed with drink in hand, a subtle slur in his voice as he talked over the loud music and voiced of fellow strangers. “What the hell—? I ain’t never seen you here before, the hell you doin’ here?”

His green eyes were focused on you, his hair a little roughed up from god knows what. The grey shirt he was wearing even had a little wet spot probably from someone spilling a drink on accident near him.