A/N: I wrote this because I had this bizarre dream from watching way too many anime shows one night. It isn't really a serious story…I just wrote it cause I needed something to do over this vacation. You know…besides actual chores and stuff. There's going to be vulgarity (I mean cursing, nothing sexually explicit…I think?)Also, this has been more of a writing exercise for a creative writing class I'm going to be taking. Anyway, if you are reading this, I hope you enjoy it as much I do writing it. Also rating is subject to change AND this isn't me being bitchy but I'm not looking for reviews or critiques. AT ALL. If you like it, that's gravy. If you don't, that's fine. But regardless, if you're looking to post some writing critique chances are I'm going to ignore it. This is a personal exercise and I'm doing this for fun. Okay, rant over. Enjoy.


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Help me if you can, I'm feeling down

And I do appreciate you being round.

Help me, get my feet back on the ground,

Won't you please, please help me?

-The Beatles

People always mess up in life, hell I've had my share of mistakes, mostly minor things like shoplifting at a 99 cents store, walking under ladders, watching the two girl's one cup video. Hey, I'm a college kid, I have a right to make mistakes. As a matter of fact, I'm supposed to do crazy things like smoke pot, have dorm parties, wake up in weird places, and dress up as a guy to a frat party…

Okay, I confess. My mistakes have been minor but there's one mistake that I've made that's decided to haunt me for the rest of life. It's time I've told you my story. My very long, embarrassing, seriously stupid story.

Chapter 1: Won't you please, please help me?

It all started on a hot summer day of my sophomore year at Ernest Veil.

"Baby, you sure about this?"

I looked up into a pair of very pale green eyes and tried for a bright smile. I failed miserably.

"Cheezus. Try!" He took my arm and pulled me up as I dramatically fell back onto the concrete stoop.

"Oh the sun! How it burns my skin and drains the soul out of my pores!" I covered my eyes with my hand and laid down with an arching back for a spectacular show.

He smiled a million-dollar smile. I shook my head at his gorgeousness. He was 5'11, had wavy blonde locks that touched his ear and slightly tanned skin that was utterly kissable. It was a shame to see a guy like that play for the other team. In specific terms, my best friend was gay. It was tear-worthy at how many girls would step over each other and fall on their faces trying to catch a look at my sexy Australian boy-toy. Even my own mother had trouble looking at him with a straight face.

"I don't think I'm ready for this. It's hotter than the devil's ass out here. It's a damn sign I shouldn't go to college. I knew I should've listened to my fortune cookie this morning!" I said, rubbing my eyes underneath my sunglasses, smudging the eyeliner I had put on this morning.

Tre slowly took my oversized sunglasses off my face and kissed my forehead.

"How stop being such a whiner. There's an air conditioner inside, vending machines with sodas and things that will rot your teeth. You love that stuff!" He grinned.

"Ey yo TreTre!"

I raised my eyebrows. TreTre? I saw a very tall, very muscular and very cute boy come up and man-hug my Tre. He had excellent bone structure and smooth chocolate skin. My brain clicked for a second.

"Jeremy?" I asked.

"Yes. You must be Gabby, right?" He smiled at me and took out his hand for me to shake.

Through gritted teeth I replied, "No. I'm not Gabriela. I'm Indiana, Indie for short." I shook his hand. Stealing back my sunglasses from Tre's hand, I put them back on. Tre was on campus site not more than a month ago before me. He had made all the right friends before classes even started. Jeremy was on the top ten list of guys-you-outta-know. He was a major frat guy and party-host. I knew who he was through all the nervous ramblings of Tre's first real college experience. Or American one at that.

I didn't want to meet his friends. Besides me being bluntly honesty and being irritable in the mornings, I am an extremely possessive person. What's mine is mine. Yes, I know very caveman-esque thinking, but I have my reasons.

"Oh, sorry." He shrugged. Rubbing his hands together, he nodded at my best friend. "So whatsup man?"

"Nothing much, just trying to get my best friend to get inside the building before she expires out here in the sun."

Jeremy smiled a smile with perfectly white teeth that rivaled Tre's. A considerable feat I admit.

"Alright,'' I huffed, ''I'm out. I'll get the rest of my shit out of your car later tonight.'' I took my carry-on bag and placed it on my on-wheels luggage bag. "See ya." I waved at the back of my head as I walked up some steps.

"Indie, wait." He picked up my luggage and carry-on bag. I swiped it back.

"I'll be fine. You already told me everything I needed to know." This time I smiled.

He peered at my face trying to see if I really was okay. Major thanks to the maker of sunglasses. Putting his hand on my right cheek, he kissed my left cheek.

"I'll call you, okay?" he whispered. I kissed him back on the cheek and climbed up a ridiculous amount of stairs to get to the registration office. Like an idiot, I forgot my key. It was bizarre but fairly relaxing not to see anyone. The registration office was in a long hallway where there were at least another 20 doors but not a person in sight. Putting my stuff against the white-washed walls, I knocked on the door.

Opening up the half door, a girl with short cropped hair and painted blue lips asked, "Yeah?"

I wasn't one to stare. I was born a New Yorker. It took a hella lot to make me do a double take at a girl who undoubtedly was in the running for being a female Marilyn Manson.

"I lost my key. I need another one." I fumbled through my purse to try to see if maybe it slipped into a hole in the fabric.

"What's it look like?" she asked, placing her elbow on the small shelf of a space on the half door. Her face was covered with globs of makeup but her elbow had a pasty white skin tone. Her neon-blue hair was cropped short and she had massive amounts of piercings on her ears, nose, eyebrows and I'm going to guess plenty more on other parts of her body. I mentally applauded her for her ability to tolerate pain. I was dying to get a nose piercing but the size of the needle gun nearly sends me into hyperventilation.

"I believe it's in the shape of a key." I said, mimicking her British accent. This wasn't me being funny but me being snarky. What the hell did she think a key looked like?

"Okay. Hold on a second."

I backed up a until I hit the wall behind me and sunk down. Drained of energy and food, I was exhausted. And the heat was unbearable. It was also disgustingly bright as fuck outside. Despite being in a hallway where there were no windows and only doors, it was bright enough that the sun was pouring out of the half door. I sighed and stretched out my legs on the carpeted floor.

"Lost your key card?"

I peered through my dark sunglasses and saw a tall figure with well defined muscles and wearing track pants. He was leaning against the wall next to the door. I couldn't see clearly at his face. Technically, I couldn't see any sort of colors with these sunglasses.

"Yeah." I replied. I put my knees up to my chest when I figured he might've wanted to just walk down the hallways.

"Happens to me all the time, they always make an extra one for me every two weeks because they know I'll lose mine."

I cracked out a laugh. My mom always managed to lose her car keys so my dad eventually went to the hardware store and made 48 copies, one for every week.

"Are you new here?" he asked, his voice deep and husky at the same time, an incredible turn-on for me.


With the sun blaring at my face with a deep intensity, I was unable to take off my sunglasses; Which meant one thing, blatantly ogling at the sexy man behind the pitch black glasses. I noticed he was staring back at me. Oh right, answer his question.

"I'm a transfer."

"How do you like it here for so far?"

Damn that voice sending shivers down my spine it was so hot.

I shrugged my shoulders as I imagined him without his shirt. Those well-defined muscles in his arms were too hard to ignore. He mostly likely had abdomens that you could bounce a quarter on.

"I can't say for sure honestly. I just got out of my friends car like twenty minutes ago."

A 10 hour car drive filled with singing songs to the backstreet boys, ABBA, N*SYNC and Britney Spears. Oh the fun Tre and I had.

It was almost unnatural at how I could feel him smiling at me with sexual intent. Or maybe it was just my body telling me to get back in the game to engage in some real good lovin' with this sexy new beast. I quickly shut my legs together and began to think of those sad commercials that ask for donations for the injured puppies and kittens. My mind should focus on more important things than boys right now.

"You'll love it here. Great food, good people, kick-ass parties every week."

I nodded, keeping my eyes focused on the white-washed walls in front of me. "Sounds incredible.

And in came the awkward silence. I guess it was my fault, I was staring at the wall like it was the most fascinating thing in the world and he was probably waiting for me to continue with the conversation. I should've just ignored him.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

I peered at him through my glasses. "No, why?"

"You're shaking your head."

Yep. He thinks I'm a weirdo. What's new in my life?

"Kathy? You there?" he asked, calling for the Marilyn Mason female. Fucking great, now his hot voice was ringing in my ear.

"Alright. I'm here." She said, her British accent crisp and clear as ever.

"You didn't lose your key because you didn't get one. All the freshies get the mistake of thinking that they're rooms are opened with keys than with cards or if not a freshie than maybe someone who skipped the ending half of the orientation." Damn, she sounded so smug. "—and there's about 50 key cards that need to be picked up. So tell me your name and I'll give you the keycard you never lost and never got in the first place."

I picked myself off the carpet floor and glared. "Indiana Wyndell."

"Cute name." He said, standing next to me now looking through the half door. Oh balls! He even smells super good. I discreetly took a whiff of him and entered heaven. He smelled like luxurious soap and maybe a tinge of cologne, none of that trashy frat-boy Axe body spray. There were probably very few things sexier than a guy who had good body odor. Either they smelled like trashy, vomit-inducing cologne or sweat, balls and non-stick deodorant. This guy knew how to smell.

Oh crap. Now I'm starting to sound creepy.

I nervously began to tap my knuckles against the wooden shelf of the half door. It occurred to me I never asked his name in return.

Just as I about to ask Kathy came back with a white key card and handed it to me. "Don't lose it. It costs 130 dollars to replace."

I replied with a thanks.

Kathy, the punk-rocker twisted to the side to look at the sexy beast's face. She asked, "What do you want now?"

"See you around Wyndell." he said, as I grabbed my things from the floor.

As I walked away I heard the smile in his voice when he asked, "I need to know the room number for a certain female."

I nearly stumbled over myself in stupidity. I knew it wasn't my room number he was interested in, so who's was it?

I got out of the building and walked down the ridiculous amount of steps. Walking at least 10 or maybe 20 minutes away from the building, I found a rather large apartment complex, building number 1400. I got inside to a nice spacious den-like lounge and took the elevator upstairs to the 7th floor. Going inside, I slipped my keycard into a black slot adjacent to the door handle and welcomed myself inside. I was greeted by massive amounts of sun in my face by three large windows in the room. It was nice, simple and spacious. One bed to the right and another to the left. There was one bathroom and two closets on each side of the room with a computer right in front of the windows. There weren't any curtains for me to pull over so I took the blinders down.

I may not be a girly girl but I love purple. My mom, who's in the business of making curtains, was more than happy to make the most sickest, most outlandish, most tricked out curtains for me. Purple sashes, with lavender dressings and gold trimmings.

I took out the desk and pushed the chair in front of the windows and took down the curtain rod. I spent about half an hour trying to get my curtains up and successfully let the bright light cast a purple shadow across the room. Pretty. My roommate had yet to show up so I spent the next hour putting away what little things I had. The curtains were heavy so it took up most of the luggage. All I had left were some clothes stuffed in my carry-on that I hung in the closet and my laptop I plugged into the wall. I ignored the vibrations from my phone which was probably Tre texting me to see how I was doing. Bleh.

I put on down my comforter and bed sheets on the bed and went to lie down. I felt myself dream into a soft slumber with my mind on the sexy beast.

I woke up with a start when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I woke up with the bright sun in my face.


"Did you put these curtains up?" the voice asked.

I nodded and answered, "Yeah?" My voice sounded husky and groggy. And completely unfeminine. My mom always told me I sounded like a man in the morning.

"You have to put them down, it's sending a wrong message."

I rubbed my face and took a good look at the supposed roommate I was going to have. Her skin was a light brown with dots of freckles around the apples of her cheeks and she had hazel eyes. She was very pretty.

"The wrong message?" I quoted. I cleared my voice to bring it back to normal. I got up and stretched my legs and arms. My phone started to vibrate again.

"It's too much purple for one room. This isn't a GBP sorority house!" She said with her hands on her hips. I couldn't mistake the authority in her voice. Now that was just asking me to put her down.

"Okay, what the hell is a GBP sorority house and second, my curtains aren't going to come down. I was here first, so I put my stuff out first."

I didn't have much experience about college life but I knew better than to back down on some aggressive pompous roommate. If I was going to back down now, she was going to continue pushing me down for the next 6 months. No way was I going to allow that to happen. I had too much pride, like my father.

"Bring them down or I take them down." She said when she took a step towards me.

I stood my ground and said, "You touch the curtains and I bring you down myself." I placed my hands on my hips mimicking her stance. I was so preoccupied with the staring contest between me and her I didn't realize someone barged into the room until said person fell down flat on their face.

"Amanda!" my supposed roommate quickly picked up the girl and cupped her face to inspect damages.

"I'm okay, really Trish." Amanda said as she dusted off her pants and threw down her luggage on the bed. She turned around to face me. She had white blonde hair in a messy ponytail and pasty skin like Kathy at the registration office. There were freckles on the bridge of her nose and her lips were dry and cracked. Her eyes were brown. She looked like a hot mess…which is how I usually look.

"Hi, I'm Amanda Nickels." She reached out and shook my hand. "I'm your new roommate."

I turned to look at Trish. "Really?"

Thank you heavens above, I thought I was about to commit a murder in the next few months.

"This is my friend Trish also known as my bodyguard." She smiled.

Trish scoffed. She put her nose in the air and hand back on her hip.

"I was telling her to get rid of the curtains." She glared at me.

"And I'm not going to." My voice was back to normal. Huzzah!

"You don't have to." Amanda turned around to give Trish a pleading look. She took another look at me as if I was yesterday's trash and walked off with the overpowering smell of cherry blossom perfume. Maybe boys weren't the only gender who didn't know how to smell right.

I fanned myself to clear my face from the headache-causing smell.

Amanda closed the door behind her and began to unpack. "I'm sorry about that. She's just watching out for me."

I picked up my phone and looked through my texts. "You mean my curtains."

Amanda shrugged, "She's a bit of a nut with purple and GBP."

Tre had texted me 37 times.

"I thought it was GPB and I still have no idea what that means."

She looked uncertainly at me. "Ernest Veil prides itself with its deep love for all sororities and fraternities. Most of them have certain colors they display in their rooms, clothes, accessories."

I texted back him back. Chillax. I'll be down in a min. Lemme just acquaint myself with my roommate.

He replied, don't kill her.

I smiled. "Sounds like a gang if anything."

She put her folded clothes in her drawers and her luggage in the closet.

"Only it's legal and very much a constant breeding ground for more members." Amanda said. She untied her shoes and took them off. She put her laptop on the bed and a pair of very square glasses on her face.

"Ah, I see." I shrugged off my hoodie and put in my closet. If I was going back outside it was going to be in the wifebeater I was wearing.

She nodded towards my iPod dock sitting on the dresser. "Do you play loud music?"

"Not particularly. I've got my headphones, that's all I need."


"Anything else?"

She cocked her head to the side with a pen in her mouth. "Like what?"

"Anything I should know about you. Like some ground rules? About food? Personal space? Friends? The more I know, the more tolerable I can be." I said.

She laughed. "Uhm. I don't eat a lot except for granola bars and diet coke. And most of what's mine is labeled. So that's you know…off limits."

I sighed, "Okay. Don't touch your stuff or food. Same goes for me. We'll share the mini fridge for now till I get my own. I guess I'll start labeling my food, too."

She gave me an eye-roll. "Since my food and stuff are labeled, anything that isn't Iabeled I can assume it's yours."

"Uhhh…okay. But I'm still going to label it, to be on the safe-side."

"I'm not stupid."

"Neither am I." I countered back.

There was a knock on the door.

"Lovely, you in there?" a thick Australian accent asked. I went to the door and opened it.

Tre was leaning against the door with her arms crossed. He was practically glowing. I guess he had a good time with the frat boys, didn't you Tre?

As if reading my mind, he kissed my cheek and said, "Well yes lovely, I had an excellent time." He walked past me and jumped on to my bed with his shoes on my new bed sheets.

"Hey." I kicked his feet off the bed.

"Oy! You didn't answer any of my bloody texts." His smile wiped clean off his face.

"I was busy putting stuff away." I gestured towards the curtains. He was such a baby whenever I ignored his phone calls.

"For a fucking 4 hours. Unreal." He shook his head letting his hair get in his eyes.

Trying to change subjects I asked, "Did you meet my new roommate, Amanda Nickels?"

She was staring intently at Tre with a furious pink blush covering her cheeks.

"Hi." She said meekly.

He waved lamely. "We've met. I waved. Back to my question—four hours? Really?"

Even when he was pissed he was devastatingly handsome. Amanda blushed harder. Poor girl, it was only going to get worse for her. Tre had the habit of visiting at random times. I guess it was only fair I warn her that on one or two occasions Tre showed up at my house in the nude piss-drunk. Boy, did my eighty year old neighbor catch an eyeful on that day, not that she complained, she only made me promise that if Tre showed up drunk again in the nude, I'd be the first to call her…and then send him over to her house.

I rubbed my head back and forth, messing up my hair. "I was sleeping, okay?"

"I thought you said we would communicate throughout the college experience. You said that." He got up from the bed and towered over me. He glowered at me. Yep. Very pissed.

"What do you want me to say?" I ran a hand over my face.

"Why don't you take this outside?" Amanda said with steel in her voice.

"So we can take it the hallway?" he asked peering at her. He stared at her from head to toe as if seeing her from the first time. "This was—"

I cut him off, "Let's grab lunch and a movie. We can talk there." I pushed past him and grabbed my purse. My laptop was still charging but I felt uncertain leaving it there. I just met Amanda and I wasn't quite sure if she was a kleptomaniac. I took my laptop, charger and all, and put it in the closet and locked it.

"I'm not going to steal it." She said quietly, eyes glued to the laptop she had in her lap.


"She just met you. You can't trust anyone you just met." He said. I walked past him and went out the door. He shut it behind me and came running.

Bumping into me, he said, "So that's your new roommate?"

"Yep." He was always irate when I kept my replies short. "She's you know, normal. With the exception of her friend who tried to bring my curtains down."

"She is weird, gives off an unusual vibe." Yes, Tre thought he could read vibes off of people. To his credit, he was usually right. I pushed the down button on the elevator.

I was going to answer back till I heard a scream. We both twisted back and realized the scream sounded like it was coming from my room. We both ran back towards my room and found loud classical music playing. We heard another scream and I realized it was coming from across my room not from it. Tre banged on the door and screamed, "Oy! Open the door!"

I was helpless to listen to the screams till I pushed Tre away.

"Did you try to open the door?" I exclaimed. The black card slot had a blinking green light which meant the door wasn't locked. I pulled open the doorknob and prepared for the worst.

"Eric! Stop!" she laughed. (She as in a red-haired and barely clothed female who was currently over the shoulder of an also barely clothed male.) He was wearing a pair of white boxers with Casper (the ghost) right in front. He was tall, lean and had very pouty pink lips. Along with that edible description, he had bright eyes and tousled dark brown hair. Did I mention the washboard abdomens?

Since I was barely one to ogle, I was shocked by the major sexual appeal oozing off of him. Damn you raging hormones! Damn you!

"What?—" Tre just stood there beside me who was also at a loss of words. I guess he too was pondering at the male beauty.

"Tre?" he asked. The male who was twirling the red-haired female stopped and stared at us.

"Eric?" she twisted around to see me and Tre just staring back.

"A little privacy please! Close the damn door!" she shrilled. I don't mean scream but shrill. Like a damn banshee. I could tell the guy was also disturbed by her shrill when he flinched. He softly pulled her down and pulled his fingers through his hair. The girl looked around for a shirt while she covered her breasts and ran towards the bathroom. Luckily she was wearing panties.

"You must be Tre. I'm Eric." He walked up to Tre and reached out his hand. Tre shook it numbly. He looked over at me and politely did the same. There was something about his voice. He seemed so familiar.

I shook my head and apologized, "Sorry. Germophobic." I lied. I'm not germ phobic. But my mind was going into the gutter, and if they did the things that I was currently thinking about, then no I was not about to touch his hands.

"Oh." He reached back to pull his fingers through his hair. Sexy beast.

Wait a minute.

"How exactly do you know me?" Tre asked slowly. I turned around to close the door in case any pervert was going to come in. This time, I made sure the door was locked.

"You're interested in Omega Theta Pi. You signed up for Rush week right? Jeremy told me about you, the Australian always wearing a seashell necklace." He crossed arms over his chest causing his biceps to flex. Stop it Indie! Stop it!

Tre immediately touched his necklace, a subconscious habit of his. It was from his mother before she died. He always wore it around his neck since he was nine. I told him it made him look like a surfer not an Aussie.

"Yeah." He responded. Yeah? That's it? And he always said it was rude to give short answers. Bullshit. I was going to open my mouth and say something till something caught my attention. Eric's eyes weren't just bright, they were violet.

He must've caught me staring when he looked directly at me and said, "Something inters—"

"Baby! Could you please get me my bra!" We all swung our heads at the bathroom door. Damn, I was going to need a neck brace.

"Bra…" he muttered. Eric started to scan the room for the missing bra till I cleared my throat.

"Right there." I pointed up. The bra was swinging up from the fan blades.

Eric seemed genuinely embarrassed when he started to rub his neck. I turned off the switch right next to me and the fan came to a stop. Giving me a look that screamed 'thank you' he jumped up and tried to catch the hanging bra. After missing a couple of times, he jumped again and finally caught it.

"What's all that noise!" she shrilled. Eric opened the door, threw the bra inside and closed the door shut. I wondered briefly it landed in her face with the force Eric had used. He started to scan the room again for something. Tre nudged me to the side where I hit my elbow next to the closet.

"Ow." I rubbed my elbow. I glared at him till Eric walked up beside me.

"Sorry sweetheart." He reached down and I found out I was actually stepping on his shirt.

"Oh my bad." I said as I jumped off. His voice again caught me off guard. It was deep and husky.

He grinned, "No problem." Not more than a foot away from me, he put on his shirt and very sexily might I add. How could anyone put on a shirt sexily? I have no clue but Eric here managed to pull it off.

"Eric? As in Alpha leader Eric?" Tre asked. His mouth was gaping.

Eric started to wipe his t-shirt from the dirt that I caused with my shoes. Aw, shit.

"I'm sorry. If you want I can wash it for—"

"Really?" he asked.

"Ye—" Before I could even say yes, he took off his shirt.

"Cold wash only and make sure it's dried with warm air. I hate faded shirts and make sure it's pressed."

He did not just—

"I'm kidding." He smiled.

Thank God.

"You don't need to iron it." What!

I was going to give him a piece of my mind when the red-haired girl popped out of the bathroom.

"You guys could have just knocked you know? We were busy." She came up to wrap her arms around Eric who had an awkward look on his face.

"You were screaming." I said pointedly. Her eyes immediately darted from mine to gaze at Tre.

Her mouth agape, she openly ogled at Tre. "And you are?"

"Tre. Tre Davenport." He said. They both shook hands and she stood there still facing him. Her arms were no longer around Eric. He didn't seem angry just bothered.

"You must be the new freshie?" she perked up.

He shook his head, letting his hair softly graze his forehead. "No, I transferred. I'm a sophomore."

She smiled admiringly.

I rubbed my head back and forth again, disheveling my hair again. It was already messed up enough but it was a bad habit of mine. Every time I got annoyed or pissed off, I'd mess up my side bangs or tangle with my hair.

"So…we should go?" I questioned. I twisted my foot around my leg, mimicking a flamingo. I needed to jet out of here.

"Ah. Yeah. Shit. Sorry, we gotta go. And again, sorry we interrupted. It's just when we heard screaming we prepared for the worst."

"Aw, honey it was okay. If it meant being saved by you, it wouldn't have been a big deal." She winked. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but even if she was gorgeous and had the enviously fiery red hair I've always dreamt of having, was it okay for her to flirt with my Tre when she was just had sex with sexy beast Eric? If this was jeopardy, and I picked 1,000 dollars for the category WHORE, the answer would be HER.

I grabbed a hold of Tre's arm and slowly started to walk backwards.

"I'll see you tonight, okay?" Eric said.

"Okay. I'm going to go take a shower." She kissed Eric on the cheek, wiggled her fingers at Tre and bounced back into the bathroom.

Eric clapped and rubbed his hands together. "So what're we doing?"


I had backed up enough with Tre that my hand was millimeters from opening the door.

"Me and Indiana were gonna watch a movie together."

I opened the door behind me. "Yeah."

"Cool. Let me just put on my pants. I'll be right back." He ran into the bathroom.

I punched Tre in the arm. "Seriously?"

"That's Eric Moretti. The leader of the Omega Theta Pi charter." He put both his hands on my shoulders.

"So, that's a big deal?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"None of the freshmen's or sophomores know who the leader of this OTI charter is. It's like a brotherhood code. But if anyone gets a chance to meet him, in person like I am now…it might mean something. Like I might be able to get into the brotherhood." He shook my shoulders with every passing word.

I took his hands off my shoulders and huffed. "Okay, so you meet him. What now? He gets to hang out with us? This was supposed to be T&I movie day, remember?"

"Lovely, I know it is. But you know how badly I want to get into this frat. You KNOW." His eyes bulged.

He was a bastard. Regardless I knew Eric Moretti was coming along for the ride. Tre had always wanted to fit in and the quickest way possible was to join a fraternity. He wanted the whole brotherhood and friendship and the 'meaningful experiences' he never had back home. Being gay, he restricted himself from doing anything that involved a bunch of guys. He didn't want anyone to find out or suspect him. I didn't know a lot about his past life and he always tried to be open about it but I knew there were some things that just needed to stay buried. I met him four years ago on the F train and been the best of buddies since. I'm not gonna lie, but I was head over heels for this dude when I first met him. Who wouldn't be?

"Cheezus. Okay."

Not more than a second later, Eric came out with a white t-shirt and track pants. He put on his sneakers and we all went out the door.