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“Considering I’m here, on this fake date with you, I’d say yes.”

Oof, good one. This chick is spicy. I like it.

“You’re going to love every second of it. Most girls would kill to be you right now.”

She scoffs. “I’m not most girls.”

“I know.” That’s exactly why I asked her tonight. Let’s just hope she’s not offended when she finds out the real theme. I mean, it’s not like no one knows she’s a virgin. It’s pretty much unsaid around campus. Or at least the crowds I hang with. And besides, who cares? Most of these girls tonight won’t be a virgin due to the fact that not many people are by the time they get to college, so for the ones that don’t know her, they’ll probably assume she isn’t one like the rest of the girls there.

“Does the fraternity ever do parties anywhere else besides the frat house?”

“No, not usually.”

“I’m surprised with how formal tonight is that the event isn’t at some venue.”

“The formal dress is kind of the theme of the party. Drink, dance, have fun, and stick by my side. There’s a contest for best dressed too. The couple that wins gets their drinks served to them all night. It’s gonna be us.”

“I’m pretty sure I know how parties work.” She says as she unbuckles.

“Just making sure. You’re not quite the party type.”

“I’ve been to plenty of parties and you know that. Can we just go in now?”

I get out and open her door for her. When I offer her my hand she shakes her head. Her bratiness pisses me off and turns me on at the same time. I don’t offer her my arm because I know she won’t take it. Instead, I let her follow me to the front of the house. If she doesn’t want a guy with manners, fine by me. When we reach the door, a couple of pledges are collecting tickets. “Good work boys.” I nod my head at them just as Everleigh comes up beside me.

Immediately I notice the two pledges check her out, their eyes lingering a bit too long on her ass for my liking. I place my hand on the small of her back and she inhales sharply. I nudge her forward and shoot both guys a nasty look. “She’s unavailable so don’t get any ideas.” I mutter. They nod in return, both of them looking like they want to shit their pants. Good. Stay away from her.

Since when do I get jealous?

The thought annoys me so I bury it away and walk us inside. The house is all decorated, with balloons everywhere, some solid colors, with a few being large penises. Banners hang on the walls with phrases like Let’s get down tonight and Let loose tonight- literally and Spread those legs and conquer that pussy. Other signs read S-E-X and get that V.

Aw shit. I can’t help but snicker yet I’m not so sure Ev feels the same.

She looks around and her eyes widen. Her cheeks turn pink as soon as she sees the dick balloons and I hold back my laughter.

If she finds out what this party is all about right now, she’s going to leave.

“Welcome to frat events, where the party is crazy, but the decorations are even crazier.” I offer my nicest smile but she doesn’t look thrilled.

“I mean…nice decorations, I guess?” The red on her cheeks deepen. I think some alcohol will help.

“Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll make you a drink.”

“Yo! Landon!” Frat guys call as we amble our way back there. “Damnnnn.” One says while another whistles. “That’s one hot virgin.”

As soon as he says the word, my stomach drops. Fuck.

But I don’t think Everleigh is paying attention, her head turned the other way. I walk faster, pulling her along with me by her arm.

“Jeez, Landon! What’s the rush?”

“Sorry, just thirsty.”

In the kitchen, most of the senior guys are there along with Felix, and a few other juniors I helped mentor. It’s a bit strange seeing everyone in a tuxedo compared to our usual looks. I recognize most of the girls as well, a few I’ve never seen before, but dressed up to the nines. I’m curious to know if any of them are actual virgins like my date.

“There’s our man! Shit, that tux looks fine on you. If I was your date, I’d definitely fuck you.” Bryson laughs and I brace myself for what his big mouth will say to Ev. He can be a real asshole when he wants to be. Not saying I can’t but he can run his mouth and be a downright dickhead.

“And is this your date?” He looks at Everleigh standing next to me and his eyes flick over her curves. My fists clench and I have to remind myself it’s only Bryson and we’re always checking out each other’s girls at parties. It’s nothing serious.

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