Page 12 of Frat Row

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.

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 talking incessantly 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.