“Sorry I’m late Mary! Those damn meetings take forever sometimes,” I told my date, Mary, as I hugged her at one of the health-food joints on campus.
“It’s okay, I guess. I just don’t like waiting!” she replied, a little PO-ed. Can’t say I’m surprised, though.
“Hey, I told ya I might run late and, well, I did! You knew ahead of time!” I like to cover myself in advance. I know myself all too well, and I tend to run late. So I had told her that I had a fraternity meeting and had stuff to do. She’s too damn gullible, but too damn hot as well. She’s a South American student who came up to the States for college. A tight body, busty, nice hair, smile, and the sexiest Latina accent ever — she was near perfect. Well, that Addison girl was damn fine as well.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well what was your meeting about?” She asks as she takes a bite out of her sandwich. Shit, she’s testing me. Okay, time to BS this like a boss.
“Oh, well basic stuff. Each guy went through what was going on. I went over plans for our Brotherhood events and Philanthropy stuff. Manny went off academic stuff, Nate went over social stuff, etc. Nothing special meeting,” I just smiled at her, hoping this was good enough for her.
“Oh, doesn’t sound too interesting.” She looks down at her food as she says that.
Success. Damn she looks cute, let’s try something…
“Yeah, it really wasn’t,” I put my hand under her chin and lift her head up, “but you are.” I smirk as I lean in for a kiss. I close my eyes and go forward until I feel her soft lips against mine.
YYEESSS.
We begin to make out right there in front of everyone for a few minutes. Shit was awesome, and she was getting into it. My hands were going all over her body, and I made sure to grab the back of her head and slightly tug her hair a bit. She smiled as we kissed, and ran her hand down my chest, down to my stomach, and lightly touching me on my pants, teasing me.
I back off and ask, “Hey, Mary, why don’t we head back to my House? Get away from the crowds here. Too crazy with all these people,” I say smiling, my hand on her cheek, and giving her another kiss.
“Erm, I don’t think so, tiger.” She pushes me away after my final kiss.
“Ah, what the hell? Don’t you wanna go have some fun?” I ask still laughing, getting closer for another kiss.
She pushes me off before I can get a kiss in. “No, I don’t want to be another one of your ‘conquests’. I’ll get in bed with you if we’re in a steady relationship though.” She smiles at me when she says that.
Commitment? Ha, fuck that.
“A relationship!? Um, Mary, we’re in college. We should have fun! Not tie ourselves down and be forced to be with someone,” I try to argue how being in a relationship is pointless, especially at this school. She wouldn’t have any of it.
“No one’s forcing you! I’m just saying if you want this,” she runs her hand down her shirt, revealing some major cleavage. FFFUUUUUU— “you need to show me I’m the only one you’re talking to when it comes to women.”
“Aw, c’mon! Just one round? Trust me, you won’t regret it.” I lean in for one last kiss.
SLAP."I guess that's a no then." I deadpan. Mary sticks her tongue out at me and gets up and walks away. Fuck, there goes that. Still, I made out with her. That’s something.
What time is it, five? Okay, I need to get back and see if guys are down with this dinner with the freshman hotties.
I get back to see that most of the bunch are in doing nothing, a couple eating, and a couple playing video games.
“Attention morons!” I yell, and get the attention of 1-2 guys out of 30. Sigh.
“TITTIES!” Everyone looks. “Fuckin’ horndogs,” I chuckle.
“What the hell do you want Matt?” James, the Asian, asks seemingly annoyed.
“Anyone wanna go to Phillippe’s tonight with me?” I again yell to the whole house. Three hands go up. Mitch, Max, and John. Max is another shorter white guy, and he loves his alcohol. We call him the “secret weapon” when it comes to drinking games with other frats. He’ll take out a keg stand in a minute. His life goal is to find a way to be drunk 100% of the time without the bad affects. We wish him luck with that.
“There will be six beautiful ladies joining me, and I do mean FUCKIN SMOKIN’ HOT NAÏVE FRESHMEN.” And just like that every hand went up, wanting to take advantage of this rare opportunity. “Hah, that’s more like it. Well, I saw the hands of Henry and Riley go up first. You guys are the lucky ones. Get dressed; they’ll be here in thirty minutes.” They nod and go get ready.
*Earlier in the day*
All seven of them walked in to the lobby of the freshmen dorms, in awe of all around them. The couches, TVs, billiard tables, all used up by fellow freshmen.
“Wooahh, this is cool. Moving pictures, big couches, and tables with games. I like this place!” Spike blurted out.
“Sure is different from back home,” Fluttershy whispered.
“Well, we can check it out later. We need to get our rooms. I hope we are all staying together!” Twilight said to the group, all nodding in agreement. They walked up to the counter for check-in, where older students were running it.
“Name?” asked one of them.
“Tanya Harold,” Twilight responded with pride.
“Okay, you’ll be in suite 8501. It’s on the 8th floor, the penthouse level, and you will be with 5 other girls,” said the girl working the check-in while handing Twilight the key to the suite.
“Wow, that’s a lot of people in one room!” Twilight said out loud in shock of how many people would be in a single room.
“No actually, the suites are basically 3 doubles rooms all connected. You’ll be sharing a room with one other person, but you all won’t be in one room, don’t worry!” the worker said.
“Oh, that makes more sense. Thank you!” Twilight smiled back, and got out of the way for the others to get their rooms.
“Rachel Sweet checking in,” said Rainbow in an almost military manner.
“Suite 8501.”
“Florence May,” Fluttershy squeaked.
“Suite 8501.”
One by one all the girls ended up in the same suite. They were overjoyed to be sharing the same suite. And the best part? No others were in it as well — just them. They could be 100% themselves in that suite, but then it dawned on them; Spike still had to get his room. They all stopped celebrating and turned to look at Spike who was already walking towards them with a key in his hand.
“I’m in room 7013. It’s the floor below you girls, so it isn’t that bad!” Spike told them, all smiling warmly at how well he was taking the fact they would have to separate for a bit. “Only thing is I have a roommate. Three, to be specific. I just hope they’re cool and not jerks,” Spike said, hanging his head low.
“Oh Spike, I’m sure you’ll be fine! You’re a very likable drag— I mean person!” Twilight reassured her assistant. He simply smiled and gave her a hug: one she gladly returned. The girls all joined in on the group hug. They soon separated and got to the elevator, each one with a few suitcases of stuff.
Ding…
Ding…
Ding…
“Seventh floor,” the elevator voice spoke, making everyone jump.
“What was that!?” Twilight blurted out.
“Ah don’t know, it came out a’ nowhere!” AJ responded, looking all around the elevator.
“You girls are on your own, I’m out of here! See you at 6:30!” Spike grabbed his stuff and ran out the elevator, beginning his search for his new room.
“Let’s see… 7013… 7013…” He walked past each door with four digits on it. “7010… 7011… 7012… 7013!”
Spike found his room and just looked at it for a second. He heard the faint sound of rock music, (A/N: LINK TAKES YOU OFF PAGE) but didn’t recognize it. He opened the door to find two guys on a couch, weird things in their hands with buttons and sticks, and a big “X” in the middle of it, and a game on the moving picture frame. It was some sort of sport using only your feet. The guys were yelling at each other, but they were smiling and laughing. They had on shirts with weird letters. There was a “B”, a triangle, and 3 small lines on top of each other.
“Hm, why do those symbols look familiar?” Spike thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when he heard the guys trying to get his attention.
“Hey, nice hair man!” One with a monotone voice told him, taking a swig of something from a green bottle.
“Oh, hehe, thanks! My name’s Spencer! I guess you’re all my roommates?” Spike asked them, trying to sound confident.
“Hey Spence! Name’s Nate.” The monotone man said, saluting him from the couch.
“Johnny’s the name my man, remember it,” said a bigger guy with a sarcastic tone. “`Cause I sure as hell won’t in a couple hours after we hit this.” He laughed as he showed a bottle of vodka.
“And I’m Manny, nice to meet you.” He got up off the couch to shake Spike’s hand, controller still in his other hand. “I’m gonna be sharing the room with you, since the other two took the other. It’s past this door here,” Manny motioned towards a little hallway on his right. It was a bedroom with two single beds, each at opposite corners. Attached was a bathroom, sink and mirror, and a separate door for the shower and toilet.
“Thanks!” Spike threw his stuff in the room, but didn’t bother unpacking for the sake of hanging with these other guys. “Say, what’s that you’re drinking?” Spike was curious to the drink, since it did have a green bottle after all.
“Heineken, my friend. Want one?” the monotone Nate asked him.
“Uh, sure! Thanks!” Spike responded, not wanting to look weird and ask what a Heineken was. Nate popped off the cap for him and handed him the alcohol. Spike took a quick look at it, and took a swig.