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AVERY
The second I step foot into Chance’s frat house, I immediately regret my decision to come to the party and face him after nearly bashing up his car last night, but it’s pretty much required that all the ladies of Kappa Kappa attend this mixer. I don’t know why the Greek societies make such a big deal out of following tradition on everything when all events are just excuses to party anyhow.
This just happens to be the party of the year.
Everyone is here, well, okay, not everyone, because we won’t let just anyone into our social functions, but everyone in the Greek societies is here. These are my friends, okay, maybe friends isn’t the right word because that’s stretching it. I’m not really that close to any of these people. We’re merely equals in the grand circle of Ohio State’s social scene.
The live band playing bangs out the last few notes of the song as I reach the kitchen. Male bodies surround the keg but part when I come up, giving me access to get my drink.
A particularly cute guy with curly brown hair smiles as he hands me the tap. “Ladies first.”
Seems the word about my crazy antics yesterday hasn’t reached everyone yet. The guys are still being civil to me.
“Thanks.” I smile as I fill up a red plastic cup and then turn back toward the crowded living room where the band is playing.
My hips rock in time with the beat of the fast song being played, but I refuse to get too out of control and draw a lot of attention to myself. I just want to blend in with everyone else who is having a good time in here.
It doesn’t take long before I recognize the feisty song that’s now being given a rock twist by the band. These guys are good. Maybe even the best band we’ve ever had play at one of our events.
The flimsy red cup in my hand is full of my drink of choice—a plain old beer—as I stretch my neck to get a better look at the band through the crowd. For some reason guys like it when a girl chooses a non-girlie drink, so that’s what I always go for.
When my eyes zero in on the guys on the makeshift stage in the corner of the living room, my breath catches the moment my gaze fixes on a familiar face. It’s Tyler—the guy who saved me last night—and he’s just as sexy as I remember him. Tall, lean, with shaggy, dark blond hair. Intricate tattoos cover his impressive forearms and the black wifebeater tank top he has on shows off his sculpted chest and broad shoulders. He’s the epitome of a rock star. I don’t know why it didn’t hit me last night that Tyler was more a rocker type versus the crazy guy I first took him for. This explains his bad-boy appearance.
It’s then that I notice his eyes. They appear even bluer than they did last night, if that’s possible. I stand there awestruck, unable to tear my gaze away from this breathtaking man in front of me.
Tyler pulls the microphone up to his full lips and sings the chorus of the song. His eyelids close, and the moment feels almost sensual, like I’m witnessing him baring his soul. His voice is as smooth as a silk ribbon sliding against my skin. It’s hypnotic and beautiful with a bit of rasp that turns it downright sexy.
He’s unbelievably hot—hotter even than last night. There’s just something about a man who commands the stage that’s undeniably sexy.
I push myself up to the front of the crowd, needing a closer look at the guy I haven’t stopped thinking about since he dropped me off outside my house. I had mentally prepared myself to never see him again, so seeing him again is a bit of a surprise.
Tyler opens his eyes and then flicks his gaze down to me, effectively pinning me in place. Our eyes connect and a slow, sexy grin spreads across his face.
I bite my bottom lip, but it doesn’t stop me from smiling like an idiot. It’s nice to be noticed, especially from a guy who looks like him. It’s also nice that his expression gives away that he remembers me too.
The rhythmic melody of the song has me nearly in a trance as I stare openly at Tyler while he continues to sing the song and strum the guitar in front of him. Watching his fingers move with ease causes a wicked thought to pop into my head.
Bet he’s pretty good with those fingers in other areas too.
A blush creeps over my face as I think dirty thoughts about my savior, and I’m glad that people in the room don’t have the ability to hear someone else’s thoughts because I would simply die from embarrassment if he knew what I was thinking right now.
When the last few beats of the song play, he glances back down at me and winks, causing my blush to deepen even more.
The crowd bursts out in cheers and everyone turns their attention to Tyler. He grins and says into the microphone, “Thank you guys so much! We’re Purple Haze and we’re just getting started for you! I’m going to turn the lead vocals over to Jimmy here—” Tyler points to a guy who looks more like a hipster than a rocker in his black skinny jeans and flannel shirt. Jimmy rakes his long bangs back out of his face, causing me to notice that one side of his dark hair is completely buzzed while the rest is shaggy. It’s a very edgy look. Jimmy jumps up from behind the drums and stalks toward the front of the stage. “—Be nice to him, ladies!”
Catcalls erupt all around and I join in by screaming along with the rest of the people in the house as Jimmy steps forward to the center of the stage. Tyler takes Jimmy’s place back on the drums and he looks just as comfortable back there as he does center stage.
“Are you ready to party?! Tyler, kick that beat, man!” Jimmy commands, and the music instantly fires into another fast song.
Tyler’s muscles stretch beneath his tattooed skin as he pounds on the drums, and it draws my attention to his large biceps.
I tuck a loose strand of my dark hair back behind my ear and nod my head to the beat. Most guys I know really only excel at one thing, but Tyler seems to be the exception to that rule. Not only can he sing, but he can play the drums like crazy! It appears he’s a man of many talents after all.
I throw back a gulp of my bitter yellow drink when Charity, my archnemesis, comes strolling up with a smirk on her face. I can’t wait to hear what’s about to come out of her mouth. She’s here to no doubt brag about her date with Chance.
Charity has never really made any attempt to hide her contempt for me for dating Chance. I was warned by my other sisters to stay away from Chance because he dated Charity when they were both freshmen, but seeing as that was nearly three years ago, I honestly didn’t think Charity would care. I even asked her if she was okay with it before I started dating him three months ago. She told me that Chance was no longer on her radar and that I could have him if I wanted him.
Guess she really didn’t mean that after all or else she wouldn’t have been out with him last night.
