It was a surprise that someone like you would end up with someone like Chris, his reputation wasn’t exactly great, and you were a goody two shoes, good grades and all. He loved you but sometimes you just needed to let loose and put the textbooks down.

“Ya really don’t have anything decent to wear? Not even some nerdy little skirt,” he joked pinching your hip. He continued to dig through your clothes leaving the ones he disapproved sprawled across the floor. He was taking you to your first ‘frat party’ as they called it, and he offered to help you pick an outfit.

Chris got out of the car and walked to the other side to open the door for you, “You look fine c’mon i wouldn’t do ya wrong,” he grabbed your hand and lead you to the front door of the fraternity house. He kept you tightly by his side weaving through the crowd of people before stopping in the kitchen where some of his friends were. “Yeah i finally got her outta the house,” he spoke to his friends, he could sense your nervousness so he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer attempting to comfort you with his presence.