Me: Shit. Thanks for letting me know, I owe ya one.
Nick: You know where to find me ;)
“Hey guys, so I just spoke to the DJ at King’s Wolf, and the cops are going to be checking for fakes, meaning the other bar in town will most likely get raided, too. Most of us here are under twenty-one. So, does someone else have any other ideas?”
“That fucking sucks,” Michelle says from Jake’s lap.
The group looks at one another until Rachel speaks up. “There’s a frat party going on not too far from here, but it’s at the Kappa house.”
Jake snaps his fingers. “Rachel, you're a genius. A member who’s a friend of mine texted me about it.”
We all look at Jake, confused because Kappa parties are practically impossible to get into without an invitation.
“I didn’t know you had friends in Kappa.” Em is clearly offended by being out of the know.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“And I’d like to keep it that way,” I say back.
If we’re his best friends and didn’t know about something as simple as him having friends in an elite frat, there has to be a good reason behind it. Jake might be private and deals with some shady shit, but he always does good by us. If he didn’t tell us, it’s because he knows it’s better off that way.
“You can get us in then,” Rachel states more than asks.
Jake smirks. “I can do more than just get us in. Let me text my buddy real quick.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I whisper to Levi. What else is there to do at a frat party other than drink and play beer pong?
He levels me with a sympathetic look. “You know that when it comes to Jake or his family, the less you know, the better.”
As usual, Levi’s right. When Em yells at all of us to get out, Levi wraps his arm around me and guides me out, acting like my personal bodyguard.
We arrive at Greek Row,walking past all the nice yet simple houses until we reach Kappa’s. It’s hard to miss amongst all the others. It’s the biggest one, with pillars on each side of the front entrance. Their full Greek name is in bold black letters on the front. The exterior is made of light-colored bricks and has multiple white-painted windows.
I’ve only seen the Kappa house once since Greek Row is on a secluded road twenty minutes away from campus. I forgot how large and beautiful it is.
Jake makes his way to the front double doors. There’s a shorter guy sitting on a stool whose eyes are glued to his phonescreen. He looks fresh out of high school, probably a pledge if they have him sitting out here.
“Hey, dude.”
“Name,” the boy says dryly.
Jake chuckles and cocks his head to the side, acting as if the kid should know exactly who he is. And if he were to look up and see Jake’s face, then he’d probably recognize him.
“Johnathan Jacob Greymoore III.”
Em, Levi, and I exchange looks, knowing that Jake’s cocky smile is just for show. He despises having to say his full name since he shares the first and last with his father.
The freshman’s head shoots up, and he scrambles in a panic.“Shit, yeah, of course, come in.” He holds the door open for us.
It’s amazing how one name can hold so much power in a myriad of places. And this is nothing compared to the spots I’ve seen in the city.
Taking a look at our surroundings on the left, there are sliding doors leading to what I’m assuming is the dance floor; directly in front of me is a long hallway with a massive staircase at the end, and finally, to my right, there’s a group of people playing beer pong. The party looks normal so far.
“Come on, let’s go see the rest of the house.” Levi comes up from behind me and puts his arm back around my shoulder. Jake grabs Michelle’s hand and leads us to the sliding doors. The rest of the group follows closely behind.
A DJ booth sits in the corner of a massive living space that has been cleared out for those who want to dance. The song “Gives You Hell” by the All-American Rejects is playing while everyone yells out the lyrics and jumps to the beat, their figures blurry through the flashing colored lights.
Jake pushes through the crowd and leads us to an additional door. We’re met with yet anothersecurity guardonly this one looks older. Jake whispers something in the man’s ear, and suddenly, we’re going past the mahogany doors, entering into a completely different room. The lights are slightly dimmed,giving it a cozier vibe. There’s a group of people scattered around on couches and plush chairs, talking and drinking, everyone in regular party wear. On the other end of the room, there’s a foosball table next to yet another door.
