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I considered throwing in the towel, at least for the night, until one of his friends spoke up.
“There’s no way he’s not fuckin’ Isabella tonight, guys. Just look at how drunk she is!”
I glanced over at the punch bowl as several girls started to refill it as they commented about how much Isabella had consumed.
“She never drinks at these parties.”
“I think she had, like, four cups!”
“No, you guys. She had five cups and filled them right up to the top. This punch is almost pure vodka, too.”
For a woman who rarely drank, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that was way too much. That’d be a lot for anyone to consume in such a short period of time. I wondered what would make her drink so much, realized it wasn’t any of my business, and then continued to ponder anyways. Perhaps everything wasn’t great in her personal life? Maybe she and her boyfriend were on the outs?
My chest puffed up as I watched Isabella dance with the guy. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist, and her eyes were closed. It was too loud to hear what they were saying to each other, but her eyes would have been open had she been coherent enough to consent.
I made my way through the crowd looking for Aiden, and found him standing beside the open patio door with one arm wrapped around the neck of a sorority girl with pitch-black hair.
“Bro, I gotta talk to you.”
“Not now, Blade. I’m kinda busy.”
The woman winked at me before running her finger over Aiden’s zipper playfully. She mashed her teeth against her lower lip and hooked a finger underneath his chin.
A quick look over my shoulder confirmed my suspicion that Isabella was in trouble. The guy had both of his hands firmly planted on her hips, gyrating back and forth as the music changed. Anybody who wasn’t shit-faced drunk could see that Isabella had consumed way too much alcohol, including the douchebag who was trying to get into her pants.
Aiden had his tongue down the woman’s throat when I turned back around.
He was useless, and too horny and drunk to assist. I rolled my eyes as I marched out onto the dance floor, determined to get Isabella to safety. A slightly less drunk girl intercepted me, grabbing me by the shoulder and spinning me around to face her. She was dreamy, sexy, and a fucking distraction that I didn’t need. I obliged, placing a hand on her hip as she perched herself forward, shifting the weight of her thin frame against me. I danced with her while keeping an eye on Isabella.
The guy dancing with her now had his hands down the front of her legs. I needed to do something to intervene, so I passed off the girl to another guy standing near me. With fists clenched at my sides, I marched towards Isabella, but was cut off by one of his friends.
“What’s the matter, Blade? Can’t stand someone else getting all the attention?”
He was a jock with the frame of a basketball player, meaning he’d be easy to beat to a pulp. Still, I opted for diplomacy.
“You better get your bro off of her right now, man.”
Another one of his friends came to me, smirking as he positioned himself between Isabella and myself. “Aww, looks like the man-whore won’t have a shot with the most unattainable girl on campus tonight. There are plenty of other sluts here tonight for you to choose from.”
I stared down at the guy’s friends, who were easily six inches shorter than me. They were out of their league and completely ill-equipped to fight back if I were to throw the first punch. I’d take a few hits, but I stood confident knowing that I’d easily dispatch the group of losers. “Maybe I’m a man-whore, but at least I’m not a sexual predator. Unlike your piece of shit friend over there.”
A crowd formed around the guys, who were clearly itching for a fight, and myself. It quickly dispersed when Isabella finally broke free of the guy’s hands. The predator shifted backwards, blending into the crowd as Isabella’s friends helped her onto a nearby couch and quickly brought her a glass of water.
The douchebag wasn’t done with her, though. Instead of taking a fucking hint, the guy perched himself on a nearby chair and kept an eye on her. Waiting for the right moment to swoop in and whisk her away.
Being in a fraternity gave me a first-class ticket to see guys trying to take advantage of drunk girls all the time. It was a slippery slope when the alcohol was pouring, hormones were raging, and all they wanted to do was bust a nut. At Omicron Alpha, our number one rule was to always get consent before hooking up with a girl, and a girl in the condition of Isabella wasn’t fit to give consent.
Isabella fanned herself and complained that it was too hot, prompting her friends to decide she was done for the night. The asshole was still perched on the chair, casually nursing his drink as the girls headed towards the staircase. I kept a close eye on the pervert, making sure he didn’t follow them up the stairs.
A hand fell upon my shoulder, stealing my attention. I turned around to find another blonde woman ogling me. She was clearly past the point of being intoxicated, with the curls falling out of her hair and her makeup running down her cheeks. She reached for my cock and gave it a squeeze through my jeans.
Speaking of consent, she most certainly did not have it.
“Hey, Bedroom King. Word on campus is you’ve got quite the trouser snake.”
I removed her hand from my junk. “Look, it’s nothing personal, but I gotta go.”
I broke away from her and searched the room for Isabella, but she was nowhere to be found. I made my way through the crowd until I got to the front of the house, just in time to see that same asshole climbing the stairs behind Isabella who was now navigating the stairs by herself. I glanced to my right and watched as the sisters who had been so concerned for her prior, made their way back into the kitchen.
The man whispered something into Isabella’s ear as I dashed up the stairs. Isabella’s body went limp as she leaned into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
As the guy went to squeeze her ass, I steadied Isabella with one hand and grabbed the back of his shirt with the other. He twisted on his feet and attempted to throw a punch. I was forced to let go of Isabella as I dodged his punch. She leaned against the wall, but her legs gave out from underneath her, and she slid down until she was parked on her ass. At least she would be safe soon enough.
I grabbed the guy with both hands and dragged him down the stairs. It took everything in me to not beat the living shit out of the guy, but I just wanted him gone so I could make sure that Isabella got to bed safely.
“What the fuck, bro? Let me go, you fucking asshole!”
I tossed him out the front door and watched him land face-first in the bushes.
“Get your fucking ass out of here before I call the cops!”
