Frat House Confessions

2. Karrie

Two

Karrie

“Thank you,” I said to the pledge who handed me a beer, then turned around, scanned the room, and exclaimed, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“What?” Ermina asked, turning to follow my gaze.

“f*****g Drake,” I whispered, closing my eyes to try and shut out the sight of the well-chiseled jaw and curly brown hair of my ex.

“s**t, seriously?” Ermina asked. “I thought he never came to frat parties.”

“He never used to stand in the middle of the room with his tongue down some half-dressed, big-titted chick either, but he’s doing that right now.”

“s**t,” Ermina said, a little louder this time, and began ushering me into a different room.

Once we were in the crowded dining room, where a rousing game of beer pong was happening, Ermina looked at me and said, “Let me go get a closer look, you stay in here. Don’t move.”

I leaned against the wall, then thought better of it and stood straight. Who knows what these Delta guys do on the walls.

After a few seconds, I could no longer resist the urge and peered around the corner back into the other room, to see what Ermina and Drake were doing. He was no longer lip-locked, but instead was scowling at my roommate, who was standing before him with her hands on her hips. She appeared to be reading him the riot act.

I love Ermina.

I grinned and started to slide back into my spot, only to find it was currently occupied.

“Oh, sorry,” I said when I stepped on someone’s foot.

I looked first at the foot, which was large and encased in basketball shoes, then my gaze traveled up the thick jean-clad thighs, over a form-fitting T-shirt, which did nothing to hide the well-formed chest underneath, before landing on a very handsome face.

“No problem,” the sexy stranger said with a lopsided grin, which only made him more handsome. “Did I take your spot?”

I shrugged and took a sip of my beer as I looked around the room. “There’s plenty of wall space.”

“Hmmm, but, why are you hanging out by the wall?” he asked, his voice deep and kinda gravely.

“Where should I be hanging out?” I asked, wondering what was taking Ermina so long.

“I’m sure any guy here would be pleased as f**k if you spent some time with them,” the sexy stranger said, and I knew immediately he was full of s**t.

I rolled my eyes and said, “Give me a break.”

“What?” he asked innocently.

I waved a hand over myself and shot him a glare.

I knew I didn’t look my best. Hell, I didn’t look Ermina’s worst.

“What’s your game?” I asked him.

“What makes you think I’m playin’?”

I took in his short dark hair, bright-blue eyes, almost too-perfect face, and rolled my eyes again.

Unable to stand it any longer, I ignored him and peeked into the other room again.

“Who are we looking at?”

I glanced over to see ole blue eyes peering over my shoulder.

“That asshole?” he scoffed. “From the baseball team? You can do better than him.”

I looked up at the side of his face. “You know Drake?”

“Yeah, he comes around here a lot. Thinks he’s big man on campus and that by hanging with us, he’s one of us … but it doesn’t work that way. He’s a total knob.”

“He comes here a lot?” I repeated, looking back at Drake and wondering if I ever really knew him. “You mean, this year?”

“This year. Last year. Ever since he started school here. He’s always here hanging on some different girl. Like I said, you could do better.”

I gasped and looked back at him, shocked.

“Last year he was here? With a different girl every time?” I asked, my voice loud enough to make people look over at us.

He nodded.

“Mother fucker,” I hissed, then tossed back my beer, threw the red solo cup on the ground, and stormed over to where Ermina was still giving Drake the business.

“You cheating asshole!” I shouted when I was close enough.

“Karrie, what the f**k?” Drake asked, looking around, seeming embarrassed I was making a scene. “We aren’t dating anymore, I can see who I want.”

“Not now, douche nozzle, before, when we were together,” I clarified, stopping before him and putting my hands on my hips. “My new friend over there said you were always coming in here with strange women, even when you were supposed to be committed to me.”

Drake looked over my head and scowled.

“You believe f*****g Ridge? Dude’s the biggest player around.”

“I don’t care if he gets more action than Dwayne Johnson, I’m more worried about what you were doing.”

Drake clasped his hand around my bicep and started dragging me down the hall.

I squirmed and tried to get loose, but his grip was too strong.

“Get your hands off her!” Ermina yelled, her heels clapping down the hall as she ran after us.

Before I could jerk my arm away, my blue-eyed stranger was standing before us, glaring down at Drake.

Call me petty, but I liked the fact that he towered over Drake.

“Unhand her, man, that’s not how we treat women at Delta.”

Surprisingly, Drake let me go, before turning on his heel to go back the way he came.

“Keep your crazy away from me, Karrie, yeah? We’re over. Let it go,” he said over his shoulder and he was gone.

“You okay?”

I rubbed my bicep absently and finally asked, “Who are you?”

“My name is Ridge, and I have a proposition for you.”