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We see your tickets and raise you a whole fuck you.
We got Burning Embers to play in our backyard tonight. Xayden had to pull some strings with his contacts at the police department and with the city so we could get permits to hold the concert.
Seven knew someone, who knew someone, who knew their manager and convinced him that this was a good idea.
It’s fucking brilliant.
And no one will know until that first note is played, and when it all goes out on social media, our house will be bombarded by rushes.
It will be fucking epic.
Fuck you, Lambda Theta Zeta.
Me:
Hey, where you assholes at?
Seven:
Back at the house. Xayden’s getting his dick sucked.
Me:
Monica?
Seven:
The whore herself.
Me:
Wonderful. Please tell me the other wonder bitches aren’t there.
Seven:
No. Guess they had class or some shit. Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck.
Me:
On my way.
As I walk into the frat house, the smell of alcohol hits me. Seems our brothers have already started partying.
Voices emerge from the kitchen as I make my way over to it. Seven is leaning up against the counter looking at his phone, while Tristan and Zach are refilling their shot glasses with Fireball. And by the looks of it, they missed the glass a couple times.
“You assholes better clean that shit up. I don’t need a fucking sticky ass counter.” I glare at them.
“We will, Dek. Don’t worry,” Zach says before he clinks his glass against Tristan’s, and they knock the Fireball back.
I shake my head at those two. They will be plastered before the party even begins tonight. Which is their typical MO.
Seven tilts his head out toward the backyard as he pushes off the counter. I follow him out onto the deck and take a look at the makeshift stage being set up out at the back of the yard. We both lean against the railing and watch as the AV crew that we hired are doing their jobs to get it ready.
“Do you think it was smart to let Monica in here? You know she plays both teams.” I turn to Seven.
His eyebrows shoot up. “Why do you think Xayden is getting a blowie from her? Best way to shut a slut up: shove a dick down her throat.” He smiles. “Oh, speaking of, how was your little rendezvous with our new favorite girl on campus?”
Smiling, I chuckle and shake my head. “She’s not happy with her lab partner,” I drawl.