Chapter 3: 3 Fraternité


    Fraternité


    - Brotherhood of man; Fraternity


    Origin:French


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    Cameron specifically told me to stay away from frat men because well, they are frat men, they are


    dangerous and prone to fights. But here I am walking towards a ck pick up truck full of frat men on


    the truck bed. God, why is Tracy even so persuasive? And why did I have to go with her? I should be


    up in our room sleeping or rereading the book again cos I miss the part where the antagonist was


    caught by the cops or maybe watching a movie in Netflix. But nooo, Savannah is out partying on her


    second night in Washington State University.


    "Trace! Hurry up! Cmon! We''re runningte!" I hear one calling out from the passenger seat.


    "Geez what''s the rush it''s only ten." Tracy whines as she grabs my wrist.


    The men, they were in number of five, from the back of the truck were waving and smiling at me. They


    were calling out names but Tracy dissed them. Two or three wereughing at me, well cos of what I


    was wearing perhaps and I couldpare myself from Tracy cos she''s sporting a sexy outfit on that


    mini skirt but I didn''t care about them. Tracy opened the backseat door and we hopped inside right


    away. Two girls were inside, that one on the passenger seat and this one right next to me. The one


    behind the steering wheel was a man and he just gazed at me over the rear view mirror. We speed off


    right away and I could hear the men getting very nosy from all the way back even though the loud


    house music was deafening from the insides.


    "This is Savannah you guys. My new roommate. Be nice." Tracy introduced me while she eyed


    everyone inside the car.


    The girl from the passenger seat turned her head to me right away when Tracy introduced me, she was


    chewing a gum in her mouth and just looked at me while I was looking back at her annoying bright red


    hair. She had a shiny thing on her nose,ter then I realized it was a piercing.


    "What the hell are you wearing?" She arched an eyebrow.


    "Uhh.. Clothes." I mocked.


    She bursted intoughter. "Well, we''re not going to the library at ten in the evening, Miss Jamie


    Sullivan." She continuedughing at her own joke then the other two joined along except Tracy.


    Ugh, did she justpare me to Mandy Moore''s character in A Walk To Remember? Do I really look


    that loserish right now? I see Tracy wasn''t happy by what this red hair said. Goodness and I quickly


    hate here now by what she said.


    "Penny, please." Tracy hissed.


    Penny, your attitude and the way you dress isn''t even worth a penny. You''re not even worth a fucking


    penny.


    "I''m just being friendly." She fakes a smile at me before turning back to the rode.


    Friendly my ass.


    "The dude''s Romeo and that one beside you is Megan. And that''s Penny." Tracy says.


    "Hi." I answered sheepishly.


    "Your voice sounds so virgin-y." Pennymented right away.


    Ugh, what''s the deal with this woman?


    "Penny." Tracy warns.


    "What? It''s true. Can''t I say something? Gosh Trace, don''t be so uptight. The night is just starting."


    Penny whines.


    "It''s alright Tracy. I''m not taking it seriously and it''s a goodpliment though. Thanks Penny." I said


    sarcastically. I see her looking at me on the rear view mirror.


    "The guys from behind are Romeo''s friends. They''re frat as well. I don''t really know their names cos


    Nick told them to stay away from me." Tracy says.


    I nodded.


    At least he''s a protective brother.


    When we reached this huge house, more like a mansion of bricks, where an engraved stoned of their


    frat name weed me was standing right before the house, Phi Delta Theta and a huge logo of their


    frat sign or whatever they call it was above the house. They wanted to know it was their territory and


    the house was loud. Really loud. Cars were parked right outside and the house windows were filled


    with colors from the inside. We hopped off the car and Tracy hooks her arm on my arm.


    "Stay with me. You wouldn''t wanna get lost inside that freak house." Tracy whispers.


    Both of us followed the others while Penny was walking ahead first from all of us. It looks like she''s


    been here a lot of times cos men were nodding at her then their heads travelled to me. Goodness I feel


    like an outcast cos of what I wore. I was new in their circle, I think that''s why everyone''s attention were


    on me and I think Penny hated it. We finally reached a couch but my eyes were moving around the


    very spacious house. It was amusing to me. I''ve never been on a frat house. It is deafening here and


    people had red cups on their hands while dancing and grinding against the opposite sex.


    "You want to drink?" Tracy asks.


    "No. I''m good." I declined.


    "Trust me, you better have a drink in hand or else men will offer you. Nick said that to me. Here. Take


    this drink. It''s safe." She hands me a red cup with a color red alcohol in it.


    I looked at it eagerly.


    "That''s strawberry vodka." She informs me with a smile.


    I just nod.


    "Just hold it. Pretend to be drinking but don''t drink if you''re not a drinker." She says to me.


    It''s cool that Tracy is nice to me despite the fact that her brother loathes me for some reason that I


    don''t know. I think he just really hates people. I think that''s his hobby. But he''s too handsome to be stiff


    and emotionless. He seems like he doesn''t care at all. He still owes me a thank you. I take a look at


    everyone around me and they were enjoying it. Suddenly a guy sat down beside Tracy and he kissed


    her lips. Wow, that''s unexpected. He''s actually not bad at all. He''s hot.


    "Clyde I want you to meet my new roommate, Savannah." Tracy gestured to me and I smile.


    "Hi." Clyde offered me a handshake.


    I epted. "Savannah meet my boyfriend. This is Clyde."


    "It''s nice to meet you." I said.


    "You look--"


    Tracy gave him an eye. "Be nice."


    She''s been saying that since we got inside that pick up track and I don''t get offended by it. She''s


    actually really nice to me and I appreciate that she earns her friends.


    "I was about to tell her that she looks amazing." Clyde smiled at me.


    I smiled.


    The night went out to be fine and loud, mostly. I was just sitting here on the couch maybe for an hour


    now. Everyone around me were drinking and talking and left to dance. The red cup on my hand was


    still full and I found myself out of ce. All of a sudden my eyes widened out when I saw Nick walking


    towards the couch. Holy Christ he''s wearing a in white shirt and he''s rocking it. He saw me and he''s


    heading here. He had a bottle of beer with one hand. He sat down right across me with his deceivingly


    gorgeous blue eyes locked with mine and Tracy was nowhere to be found and I''m here alone on my


    couch. I think he''ll ask why I''m here when I''m not even invited.


    "I see you''re here." He says.


    "Your sister brought me along." I answered back right away as I looked distant.


    From out of nowhere, a drunk man crashed into the couch where I was sitting down and made me spill


    my drink all over my shirt and my pants. I gasped and nothing was left inside my cup. Everything was


    spilled on me and I''m just so mad right now. God I shouldn''t havee here! His head was on myp


    and he groans.


    "Get off me you jerk!" I pushes him off me but bus arms locking around my waist.


    "Argh! Get off me!" I feel his face on my stomach and he''s holding onto me tight.


    I see Nick getting up from across me while he ced his drink on top of the table and pulled the drunk


    man off of myp but he was still clinging onto me. "Get off man. Get off of her."


    Nick grabbed his cor and he hit the drunk man straight on he face. I jumped on my seat as the drunk


    dude fell on the floor and some were looking at us. Nick helped me get up and held my wrist while he


    leads me upstairs. But the words -- Nick and help, doesn''t even go along well in one sentence. It


    sounds like a wrong grammar.


    Wait, where is he taking me?


    "Where the hell are we going?" I pulled my hand back while he stand along the staircase.


    He looked back at me. "You''re wet."


    Shit, why did it sound like something else when I heard thating from him?


    "Now if you don''t want my help then never mind. Just so you know I can see your bra from here cos


    your white shirt is wet and there''s 30 other frat guys here who would get tempted to fuck you." He says


    so bluntly.


    I gaped.


    "And they will fuck you whether you like it or not." He added.


    My eyes narrowed. Well I guess I don''t have a choice now, do I? He''s scaring the fuck out of me. I don''t


    want to get raped or harassed at all. If he''s gonna touch a single strand from my hair I''ll kick his balls


    hand make him regret for messing up with me.


    "Fine. Go walk. I''ll follow you." I say sarcastically.


    He continued walking and until he leads me to a room. He opens the door wide and turned on the light.


    The room was nd. It looked boring and lifeless. There''s no happy color, no decorations, no curtains,


    no everything at all. Just a wide bed and his bedsheets were ck. He walks inside and I just followed


    him as I close the door slowly behind me. I looked around, goodness this man has no taste at all. This


    room looks totally mourning.


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    "How long have you stayed here?" I ask.


    "Don''t ask." he said while he was busy pulling out something from his drawer.


    "I bet you''ve just transferred here. Your ce looks like it. You need some--" I ignored what he said.


    He gazed at me over his shoulder. "I''ve been here for three years, now shut up."


    I rolled my eyes at him then he fully faced me. Three years and yet his room looks like he just moved


    here. All of a sudden he threw a shirt at me that itnded straight on my face and it fell off on both of


    my hands.


    "You intentionally did that!" I eximed.


    "Nope." He said lifelessly.


    I folded the shirt out before me and it was his frat shirt with arge name and logo of Phi Delta Theta. I


    gazed at him.


    "You need to change out of that if you don''t want to get harassed." He says without looking at me while


    he closed e drawer.


    "But it''s your--"


    "Since you helped me when I was drunk and you let me sleep on your bedroom floor at three in the


    morning and you keep whining about it, there we''re even. I helped you." He says sarcastically. He just


    mocked me again!


    He was just looking at me and I was looking back at him. "Why do you hate me so much?"


    "What?"


    "You''re so annoyed when you see me and when you talk to me. The way you speak sounds like you


    loathe me. And I can tell. Why do you.... Why are you so irritated by me? What did I ever to you?" I


    asked him.


    His eyebrow arched. "Cos you''re..."


    He exhales.


    "When you''re done being a drama queen, get the hell out of my room." He says.


    He walked pass me and mmed the door when he went out of his room.


    Goodness why is he so pissed at me?


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