When you first met Chase Winslow, you knew it in your bones you wouldn't be dating him, or caught anywhere near him. He was just way too outgoing and never refused a party invitation. Most importantly, he was in a frat, Delta Tau Chi. And everyone knew they held the wildest parties.

"Hey, I know you're going to get jealous and paranoid, so I'm asking you to come with me this time. I'm not blaming you, alright ?"

Chase held your hands gently in his big calloused ones, keeping you between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. He could see the hint of annoyance and insecurity in your eyes, but the frat boy didn't mind. You were his girl, and it's always going to be you before anything.

You gave Chase a chance, and even if it took 5 huge flower bouquets, 4 awkward hallway confessions with his friends practically howling at him, 3 tries of asking you out, 2 essays, he got the 1 thing he want, and that was you.