Katherine's POV:

You know how there's those stories about how every night at fraternities in university, there are parties that last until dawn? Well, they are true. Parties every night. Every fucking night.

And guess who got dragged to yet another one? me. Because I fucking hate my best friend, that's why.

After i made Kyle leave earlier that day, Jackie barged into my room and we had a retail therapy session. The girl bonding time was nice, but all I wanted to do was dive under the covers and not come out until at least March. Was that too much to ask for?

Jackie also decided to force me to tag along to the party tonight, saying that holing myself up in my dorm would make me upset and give me too much time to overthink everyhing. Meaning is dwell on the past and not the future, which in her mind, was bad. So she put it upon herself to cheer me up, not the way I wanted, but the effort was appreciated.

She made me wear my new clothes, hand picked by her. A black, tight, low-cut and overall exceptionally slutty dress, fashioned out of a clingy, yet stretchy material. Black, high heels, that held a certain, stripper feel to them. She even made me wear more makeup than usual: dark eye makeup and red lips. Plus she gently teased my hair after straightening it. Basically, by the end i looked like a cheap whore.

so the second we arrived at the frat house, a plastic cup was placed in my hold and I instantly chugged it, quickly replenishing it. Five drinks later, I was more or less gone, dancing to the music and not giving a damn about how foolish I looked. My sexy apparel attracted many guys, but luckily I was drunk enough that I didn't pay any attention to them practically forcing themselves upon me.

Jackie did her best to restrain herself from going too overboard with her drinking, as she promised to keep an eye on me, but eventually gave into the temptation of the alcohol. I couldn't blame her though, that parties were quite awful sober.

And maybe if I was sober I wouldn't have noticed him, watching me from the dark corner of the room. I wouldn't of seen him approach me, and maybe I wouldn't of made a huge mistake. But that's the problem with college, you make mistakes you wouldn't make anywhere else.

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When Andy approached me, I smiled seductively at him, and beckoned him towards me. His eyes flashed in alarm at first, but he complied, and followed me up the stairs to the bedrooms of the frat house. These rooms were always unlocked, especially since there was a party, full of couples making out.

I leaned against the wall, my already short dress bunching up at my thighs, but I didn't care. Andy glanced at me, slightly uncertain, but approached me so he was standing directly in front of me, his tall form making him look down at me.

I smiled, "hey there, big boy. Thought I wouldn't see you again."

He smirked, "well, I just had to see you again. And I'm glad I came to this party," he said, eyeing my outfit suggestively.

I grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down so our lips met. Soon one thing led to another, and we ended up in one of the spare rooms, clothes disappearing from our bodies.

And when I woke the following morning, a hangover imploding on my brain, and my clothes not on my body. The worst part was, I was next to Andy.

Notes

Omg well I suppose that's why you don't get trashed at frat parties!!
btw, this is the actual beginning of the story, so important stuff is sure to come in the following chapters

i know this wasn't my best work, but it's kinda late. So I'll do a better, longer update tomorrow!

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qotd: predictions on the future chapters???