Chapter 3 Fraternité

Fraternité

- Brotherhood of man; Fraternity

Origin:French

3

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 black 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 because 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 running late!" 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 were laughing at me, well because of what I was wearing perhaps and I could compare myself from Tracy because 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, later then I realized it was a piercing.

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

"Uhh.. Clothes." I mocked.

She burst into laughter. "Well, we're not going to the library at ten in the evening, Miss Jamie Sullivan." She continued laughing at her own joke then the other two joined along except Tracy.

Ugh, did she just compare me to Mandy Moore's character in A Walk To Remember? Do I really look such a loser 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." Penny commented 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 good compliment 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 because 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 welcomed 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 because men were nodding at her then their heads travelled to me. Goodness I feel like an outcast because 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 accepted. "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 place. All of a sudden my eyes widened out when I saw Nick walking towards the couch. Holy Christ he's wearing a plain 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 have come here! His head was on my lap 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 placed his drink on top of the table and pulled the drunk man off of my lap but he was still clinging onto me. "Get off man. Get off of her."

Nick grabbed his collar 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 that coming from him?

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

"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 place 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 it landed straight on my face and it fell off on both of my hands.

"You intentionally did that!" I exclaimed.

"Nope." He said lifelessly.

I folded the shirt out before me and it was his frat shirt with a large 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. "because 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 slammed the door when he went out of his room.

Goodness why is he so pissed at me?