Ashford's POV
The fraternity house was a complete disaster.
Music blasted through the speakers loud enough to make the walls vibrate. Empty pizza boxes littered the tables. Half-empty beer bottles occupied every surface, while groups of students laughed, danced, shouted over one another, or flirted shamelessly in every corner of the house.
Someone had even started a drinking game in the living room.
I had absolutely no idea who most of these people were.
That was the problem with living in a fraternity house.
One i***t decided to throw a party, and suddenly it became everyone else's responsibility.
"Ashford!" Lucas yelled from the kitchen. "Can you grab the bottled water from the fridge? The girls on the couch are completely wasted."
I frowned. Why me?
I hadn't even wanted this st
