Thirty-Four
Brody
“Let’s turn it up!” the DJ called out, and as the music became louder, everyone started to dance.
Including me.
This party was jumpin’ and it was exactly what I needed.
As The Weekend pumped through the speakers I swayed to the music, careful not to spill my drink, cause … party foul!
I grinned at Wes, Trixie, and Karrie, who were in the middle of the floor with me, amidst a crush of brothers and co-eds. Ridge wasn’t much for dancing at our parties. As the president he wanted to project the right image, which meant he was leaning against a wall somewhere lording over us and keeping a watchful eye.
Thank God I don’t have that job.
I paused to take a drink of the rum punch Trixie had made us, then got back to shakin’ it.
Trixie hadn’t always been a fan of the frat,
