Page 10 of Frat Row
“Pick a different booth to sit at and fantasize about me; it was a one-time thing,” I hiss at him.
Shrugging, he whispers to me, “But I haven’t stopped thinking about those delightful noises you make while screaming my name. Cassidy Matthews, you’ll be my undoing by the end of the semester and, therefore, mine.” His eyes darken, and a possessive look crosses over his face.
Blair and I swivel our heads, trying to comprehend how ridiculous what he just said is, and burst out laughing hysterically as tears form in our eyes.
“As cute and amusing as this is, Cassidy and I have an assembly to attend, and we can’t be late. Honestly, I very much wish we could stay so you could entertain us more with your captivating charisma,” Blair cuts in while snorting.
“Oh, you girls are rushing? Me too,” Tyler states, giving off a superior demeanor as he leans back and opens his legs in a more relaxed position.
I’m dumbstruck. Of course this good-looking panty dropper is rushing.
“Yes, and we have to get a move on; see you!” I say in a bitchy voice, completely dismissing him as I collide with Blair, nearly pushing her out of the booth.
His eyes roam over my body one last time. “There’s no need to worry. I will, without a doubt, be seeing you later, Cassidy,” Tyler says simply with a rise to his voice.
Shaking my head with my face masked in irritation, Blair and I jog as we leave the cafeteria and head to the gymnasium, where the sorority rush assembly is occurring.
As we walk in casually, we notice hundreds of women talking excitedly about Rush Week and expressing interest in which sororities they are interested in. Naturally, it is overwhelmingly loud due to all the commotion.
Tables are neatly arranged and already set up; each one has a flag containing the first letter of your last name. This is the definition of organized chaos, as schedules are snatched up with women wondering where they are going for the day. All of this is timed accordingly so that there are enough sisters to talk to the recruits one-on-one. It’s a science that requires months of preparation. Blair and I separate since her last name is Underwood. Since we were kids, we have loathed our last names being so far apart.
The lines wrap around the entire gymnasium, and we have to fight our way through the crowds to reach our designated line to obtain our schedules. Then, we reunite outside to compare and see if we are assigned to any of the houses at the same time.
“Out of the twelve sororities, it looks like we only have three that will be at the same time,” I say, whining annoyingly.
“It’s not like we’ll even get a chance to talk to each other anyway,” she snaps back, annoyed about it as well.
As usual, Blair is factual and straight to the point, disinterested, and not thrilled about having to fit all twelve sorority houses in one day, hoping you arrive promptly at your assigned time.
Plastering a smile on my face, I look at Blair and say, “We got this, and it will be over before we know it.”
Beaming, she says, “Not much longer, and we will officially be sisters!”
Nodding my head and squeezing her hand, we head in different directions.
There is no problem finding Frat Row, also known as Greek Row; it stands out from any of the buildings on campus. All of them are white, and they have a Georgian architectural style with the Greek letters of the sorority or fraternity on the front.
I look forward to seeing Blair tonight so we can gossip about all the other sororities as we curl up on the couch and eat sushi.
If you are unlucky and get assigned to a sister in one of the houses that is long-winded, you have to sprint to the next house on your schedule. If you are late, most of the time, they let you in, but I’ve heard from other sisters that sometimes they lock the door, and you are screwed since you must visit every single house.
Determined, I whip my hair to the side and get to work on mingling with all of these girls.
Day one is full of downright misery.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The first house I arrive at is a fraternity I have heard of, but it isn’t as popular as Alpha Chi. Upon walking through the front door, I am greeted with a pat on the back, and a beer is pushed into my hand, which I gladly crack open. The beer cools me down since the weather is already a staggering 90 degrees outside. Recruits and fraternity brothers must wear metal name tags with their first and last names, as well as any current position they hold; this is intended to make conversations less awkward. Nerves are running high, and it’s incredibly easy to forget the name of the person you are talking to. I mingle politely with one of the brothers, considering that chances are high that I’ll see him around campus. I part ways as soon as humanly possible, my eye on the ultimate prize—Alpha Chi.
Essentially, that is how my day goes, house after house. Really boring and draining. Finally, I reach Alpha Chi, which turns out to be my last house.
Go figure.
As I’m staggering in, a few of the older brothers wave to me or shake my hand. Touring the house ensues because they know I’m a legacy, and they greatly want me to join. As I stare and memorize every aspect of the house, we stop at the huge composite photos of the past initiated brothers. I find my dad in one with a huge smile on his face, looking handsome in a suit. He has perpetually said this was the best time of his life, especially as college became closer for me. Reliving the memory of last night with a salacious smirk on my face, I slick my hair back. I can’t help but think my father was definitely right.
Luckily, these girls in Miami are wild, but I have only one girl on my mind at present.
The fraternity house has three stories, and it has been on campus since my grandfather rushed and became an initiated brother. The second and third floors are where the brothers live. The first floor is a recreation area where the offices of the executive board are located.
