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There is no sex in chapter 11A, but it does go into the storyline. ------------------------------------------ Before The Stuy Chapter 11 (no sex)
"You ready for tomorrow?" Scooter asked me, as I drank my coffee.
The first official week of school started on Monday. He and I had been spending all week hanging out at the Kappa house when we weren't in classes, or him training for the next baseball season. We'd quickly become close friends after the Kick Off party, and he seemed to adore Kal; I wasn't too keen on Brett, but I couldn't figure out why. We both had the same math class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and decided to hang out together afterwards to help each other with homework.
"I'm ready for Rush Week," I made it clear.
"What? Having your boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me isn't enough?" He looked around to make sure that no one in the coffee shop could hear us.
"I can't even touch my boyfriend!" I quietly whined. I wasn't allowed to hook up with anyone who was an upperclassman or Greek until Rush Week started. Sean's rule. Thank goodness Brett and Scooter were around.
"Oh right!" He remembered. "It's just one more day. You'll be fine."
"I better get at least two fucks outta him before I go to sleep tomorrow," I huffed.
Rush Week started off with a Greek-wide open house on Friday night. Anyone who was thinking about joining a Greek house was allowed to join one of the tour groups that made stops at each Fraternity, or Sorority, that was on Greek row. Scooter and I decided to do the buddy system during our tour. We knew that we were both joining the D-Kaps, but still wanted to check out the other three houses. One of the houses was extremely nerdy with video game systems and computers all over the first floor; I knew it wasn't for me when they said that the minimum GPA requirement was 3.5. Another house was for athletes only; every member was big and muscular, making me feel tiny as fuck as we mingled in the parlor.
When we reached Omega Gamma Mu, we agreed that we'd do our best to be cordial. The Gammas and the Kappas had a rivalry that was legendary; pranks, lost trophies, stolen girlfriends, and a few hospital visits, going all the way back to the mid 1970s. Our brothers could forgive, and look past a lot of things, but the ultimate betrayal would be joining the Gammas. I'd met the house president before at the previous Greek Week intramural competition; Tucker the Fucker, as High called him, was the complete opposite of the type of guys I'd go for. He was a spoiled rich kid with legacy status, and a dad who donated a wing to one of the buildings on campus. The 5'11 light skinned dude with a brush cut and muscles that were only for show, spent more time talking about material things than the house culture. You could tell that the preppy house full of khakis and polos was a place for overcompensation and major daddy issues. I found it funny that he tried to poach me from my brother, even going so far to say that my reputation wouldn't be discussed. He was surprised when I told him that I was happier if people knew, because at least then I wouldn't have to lie about what I actually wanted.
"Inside of you there are two wolves," Gordo (aka Thumper) stood straight on the third step of the stairs at the Kappa house. "One is the alpha, the other is the beta," Mark (aka Brace) completed the sentence as he stood next to his bro, holding the infamous pledge paddle. "It's up to you to decide which one is gonna lead the way," Thumper stated. "And there are no bitches in this pack," Brace finished.
Thumper and Brace were the weirdest duo I'd ever met. Thumper was a dark skinned wide bodied linebacker with locs going down to the middle of his furry back. I wasn't fully convinced that he wasn't a hotep. Brace was a medium built center on the hockey team with washboard abs and a farmer's tan that covered most of his arms and legs. Thumper was from the roughest part of Newark city limits, and Brace was from a small farming town at the NJ/PA border. I refused to even question their friendship, but was always amazed at how in sync the roommates/best bros were when they were talking or passing me back and forth.
The tour group had finally made it to our last stop of the night, by now we'd lost six of the original twelve to other houses. There was an intense silence as we freshmen looked at the two juniors who were tasked with being pledge educators for the year. Their eyes scanned to see which of us was worthy of making the cut. None of us flinched, or made a move, for those tenuous few minutes.
"Let's party!" The two juniors raised their arms in unison before leading us to the backyard. Music was blasting as shirtless guys and bikini clad girls moved around with drinks in their hands. There was foam being shot out of a canon in the far back, multiple kegs on the porch. This was the party I'd heard about for two years, and finally got to attend.
Scooter and I were still doing the buddy system as we worked the crowd. We talked to the brothers that we knew, were flirted with by random girls, and drank lots of beer. At one point High made the two of us funnel beer while Dig timed us. I was pretty tipsy when the sound of angry yelling could be heard at the gate to the yard. Scooter and I followed our brothers to find Marcus standing in front of two members, acting as security, trying to get in with his friends. The two frat bros stood their ground with their arms crossed, one of them telling him that it's an invite only event.
"Scooter!" Marcus saw his teammate. "Help me out here!"
"You're not allowed," Dig stepped up.
"C'mon Captain," Marcus pleaded. "You know I'm good people."
"I heard different," Dig responded, then leaned to whisper into High's ear.
"So you're the one who's been bothering my brother?" High looked him up and down.
"Your brother?!" He looked confused, before his eyes landed on me. "The faggot?! That's your brother?!"
"What'd you call him?!" Scooter bucked, ready to fight, Dig having to hold him back.
"He's not worth it," I looked directly into Marcus' eyes then spit onto the ground. He looked angry.
"Fuck off, and don't come back!" High calmly commanded.
"I heard the Gammas are having a better party anyway," Marcus touted before turning to leave with his posse.
"You're moving in," Sean looked at me, dead in the eyes as he sat in his desk chair. He wasn't being a frat bro at that moment, he was being a concerned big brother. "I don't trust that dude, not after what just happened."
"I can handle myself," I told him, as I sat on the sofa next to Scooter.
After Marcus left, Sean and Dig led Scooter and I up to Sean's room, with a twelve pack in hand. We'd all been working on our second can when Dig broke the silence saying that he knew there'd be a problem on the team. I felt like it was my fault, as though I should've just kept my mouth shut. Now I've inadvertently dragged the three of them into my bullshit.
"We know you can," Sean responded. "But it'll be safer this way."
"Sean!" I whined.
"It's either you move in, or I tell Dad and he makes you move in," he glared before taking a gulp of his beer. I knew he wasn't bluffing.
"But wouldn't that be letting him win?" Scooter asked.
"He can think that if he wants," Dig spoke up. "But he'll still have to deal with me." Making it clear that he'd give him hell on the field. "Besides, it'd be real nice not having to wait around for my favorite mouth to finally finish pledging."
"I'm not allowed to touch you, remember?" I rolled my eyes then glared at Sean.
"You can have any dick that you want, once you're initiated," Sean said, before adding in "and ass too!"
"Great, now I've gotta be tortured for the whole semester," I remembered how long it'd be before initiation took place.
"Not exactly," he smirked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The guys and I have been talking," he leaned in. "You spent two years serving this house, helped with our volunteer hours, and you're a legacy. You're practically a brother."
"But not officially," I pointed out.
"Article 7 section 2 of the Delta Kappa Omega Bylaws states that a pledge's initiation can be expedited if they show dedication towards the founding principles, and are voted in by unanimous consent of all active members," Dig rambled. Scooter and I blinked in shock of how many big words the himbo strung together. I never doubted that he was smart in his own way, I was surprised that he was book smart.
"What does that mean?" Scooter asked.
"My lil bro is getting his pin tomorrow," High raised his beer can.
The next morning High sent me, Scooter, and two bros (Gordo & Mark) who were also hungover, to get my stuff out of my dorm. We packed everything I had into my suitcases and marched back to the house. The only reason he sent the other two was in case Marcus became confrontational, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. When we arrived at the frat house Dig showed us where my new room was; off of the kitchen in the unused room that was once meant for domestic staff. It was very standard in size with a dresser, closet, desk, and bed; I also had my own bathroom. I gave Dig the biggest hug before Scooter and I were left alone to put my things away.
Kal stopped by the house in the afternoon to hang out. I still wasn't allowed to fuck him yet; but I was allowed to listen to him tell me about the two big dicked nerds that spit roasted him in the biology lab the night before. Scooter seemed really surprised with how comfortable my boyfriend and I were discussing sex with others; even more surprised that we encouraged it. Aside from me and Brett, he'd only ever had sex with two other people, one of them was a girl.
The three of us hung out on the back porch most of the afternoon, chatting and eating a bucket of chicken, while watching shirtless frat bros of all sizes clean up the yard after the party. Kal and I offered to help, but were told that we weren't allowed to. Around 5pm Gordo and Mark walked up to us, then handed an envelope and a shot of whiskey to Scooter and I. After taking the shots, we opened the envelopes to see our official pledge bids for the D-Kaps, along with a footnote that we were required to be in the parlor at 7:30pm. We yelled in celebration, and hugged the two bros, as Kal watched in amusement. My boyfriend and Scooter left a little bit later so that I could start getting ready.
"I'm riding that dick ASAP," Kal growled into my ear before he left.
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