Page 11 of Frat Row
Somehow, I have stumbled upon the back half of the house, which, for some reason, is clearly off-limits. With a tense feeling in my gut, I notice a long hallway that is barricaded off by an antique-looking gated doorway. My dad never mentioned this part of the house, probably because this could be used for the initiation ritual that deems you a brother. Shrugging off the uneasy feeling, I continue to roam the house. Unsurprisingly, the house contains everything you could likely need with no expense spared—brand new TVs, furniture, the newest electronics, and a chef on call.
I hang out at the house for a bit longer, knowing with confidence I’ll be a brother soon enough. After talkingincessantly to the executive board, trying to make a good impression and not wanting to leave, I say goodbye to a few of the brothers and then slip out the front door. Overcome with weariness, I’m ready for a long, hot shower and to collapse onto my bed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The day goes by agonizingly slow, and by the end of it, I want to pluck my eyes and ears out from my head. Physically, I can’t muster another fake elated answer to one more question about my high school experience, the extracurriculars I was involved in, or what I did over the summer. Interestingly enough, while I was at Zeta Kappa Phi, I didn’t have to pretend how eccentric I was to talk to as many sisters as possible, and the tour of the house feigned a lot of interest for me. It is the only part of the day I can actually recall without cringing, probably because it was the best part. Imagining my mom living and walking through the house had me grinning from ear to ear. I cannot wait to be part of the sorority life. All I have ever seen or heard about it is howyou make friendships that last a lifetime and make some of the best memories in your life.
After such a long day, my body is sagging in relief, picturing my bathtub filled to the top with bubbles and sinking all the way in, consoling my aching feet. I cringe, thinking about how much sweat my dress endured. I’m positive it needs dry cleaning. I head back to my apartment as quickly as my feet will allow, and as soon as my key hits the lock, I sigh with contentment as Blair greets me.
“How was everything?” she asks tiredly.
“As predicted, boring as hell,” I groan.
“At least tomorrow we only have to visit six houses instead of twelve. What did you think about Zeta Kappa Phi?” she says with a yawn.
Beaming, I tell her, “Oh my gosh, Blair, it’s perfect.”
“I thought so, too.” She nods her head rapidly.
Since we visited all twelve houses today, uninterested in eleven of them, of course, we still had to write down our top six sororities that we think are the best fit for us. Likewise, the sororities write down who they would like to see back, and if it matches up, that will make up your schedule for the next day. Naturally, we don’t find out until the morning when we go to the gymnasium again. Rumor has it that all of the sororities are up painstakingly until well past midnight, discussing the recruits at length and voting.
“I’m headed directly for a bath to soak until I turn into a prune and then to bed,” I announce.
“Girl, me too, sounds like heaven.” She sighs, running her fingers through her hair.
I blow her a kiss. “Goodnight, lover,” I say as I sluggishly drag myself toward my room.
Strolling into my room, I start the bath and add some floral-scented bath salts and bubbles. I sink into the warmth and scrubaway the sweat, my mind drifting to Tyler. A deep sensation grows in my abdomen as I replay last night in my mind, and my hand instinctively moves between my thighs. Spreading my legs wide enough where each knee hits either side of the bathtub, I skim a finger across my clit. Burning arousal travels through my body as I begin to circle it exactly the way Tyler did, closing my eyes and envisioning him. Sinking two fingers into myself, I begin fucking my hand, rocking back and forth. Then, I pull my fingers out and touch my clit. I lean my head back and shamelessly moan Tyler’s name, coming in the bathtub. Coming down from the high, the relaxation takes over, and after soaking for a few more minutes, I hop out of the bath, reaching for a fluffy white towel and drying myself off. Turning toward my closet, I pull out my most comfortable pajamas and head directly to my bed, flopping on top of it. Grabbing the remote, I click a few buttons and turn on a mindless reality show, and sleep finds me immediately.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Unlike sorority rush, I received a bid that night. I got to spend the rest of the week with Alpha Chi, my fraternity, simultaneously chugging beers and playing beer pong, video games, and watching porn or a homemade video on a projector one of the brothers recorded with a girl who clearly didn’t know she was being filmed. Having your own homemade sex videos is a rite of passage here, and sharing them at chapter is thought of as a normal thing. If you video yourself banging a girl from each sorority, you obtain a special pin on your sash when you graduate, and only our fraternity knows what it means. Yes, it is someone’s job to keep up with it and track this kind of shit. Trust me, it’s not a hard position to fill.
You’re surrounded by cocky and horny guys; they are basically foaming at the mouth to get their hands on any of the homemade videos. Share any of this, and the fraternity will rain hell down on you. Recruits who don’t make it into the fraternity keep their mouths shut.
It doesn't matter if you are a legacy or not. If you are a new member of a fraternity, you are going to get hazed. Everyone is assigned grunt work, and you’re expected to do anything the older brothers instruct you to do. You’re dropped if you say no without a second thought. My dad prepared me for this part of becoming a new member and told me some of the stories of things he had to endure.
Making it through hazing is essential to being an initiated brother of any fraternity. We’ll only be new members for around a month of absolute hell.
Here’s to hoping they don’t ask me to do any illegal shit. I desperately want to be a brother, and I know I’ll do whatever they ask of me. Thankfully, my dad told me about what might be coming and what I might be asked to do. One of the first things is having to chug a ton of alcohol and go swimming in the school fountain at night, fully nude.
Then, we have to memorize the current top hit songs and sing them to other sororities. Carrying books for older brothers is expected and easy, and the same is true for taking notes for them in every one of their classes. That’s all beginner-level hazing.
One of the things my dad had to do was steal a crest flag from one of the other fraternities without getting caught. Quite honestly, I don’t know how he pulled it off with how heavily locked the Greek houses are.
Unless they tell me to, drinking and going to bars is out of the question. You must have your phone on loud at all times, especially at night, in case a brother needs a designated driver to pick them up.
Fraternity brothers drink considerably; for some, it’s their whole personality.
As if this wasn’t enough mental suffering, we are also expected to wake up at four in the morning and run along the beach for miles until they tell us to stop, all the while chanting our fraternity’s songs.
If you cannot keep up with the group, you are forced to stop and swallow about a fourth of a bottle of vodka in large gulps. Afterward, you have to race to catch up with the group, and if you puke, a brother will oversee you doing push-ups, sit-ups, planks, and anything else they can think of until they decide you can stop.
Breaking you is their ultimate goal. Dropping out means that you don’t have what it takes to be a brother.
They need you to think you’ve earned it when you become a fully initiated brother. Hazing is frowned upon at any college, but no one says shit because you’re a brother now, and you would risk your fraternity getting kicked off campus.
By the end of the week, they hand me and fourteen other guys an invitation cordially inviting us to become members of Alpha Chi.
