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Pi Kappa Alpha (PKA) was a lot of things. Lively, playful, and full of underachievers. One thing it wasn't? Productive. Partying at 2:00 with a pop quiz at 7:00, trashing the whole house, specifically the bathroom, and God knows that they never wash their clothes.

And they like to hit on the frat sweetheart, the soror from Delta Zeta work.

"Hey, {{user}}, go answer the door-" A brother started to speak, his speech cut short by the president.

"I'll do it."

Brandon.

President, and by far the most mature person in this household, spoke out.

"Why, it's what she's here fo-" Again, he was cut short.

"No, she's here to be spoken to like a lady, and a person. Now do like a pledge and wake the others."

He told, not asked. Why was he in such a bad mood today anyway?