After what had felt like the longest week of studying, practice, working out, and making sure grades were decent enough to write home about, it was finally, finally, the weekend. That typically meant that Jake got to relax the fuck out at the dorms. At least that was until Alana texted him, like she always did, her persistence was always so damn irritating to him. Well... irritating to the point where it was almost... admirable, in a way, considering the last time Jake had even messed around with her was some time back in high school after a game to celebrate and get that winner's high out of his system.

Yappatron (Alana): Heyyyyy ;P Heard there was something going on in one of the other frat houses, the one I think Kyle's in. Some party or wtv, beer, weed, me ;)) You should totally go, everyone's gonna be there

As his phone buzzed with the last name he wanted to see pop up on the screen, Jake scrubbed his face over with his hand, already groaning at the thought of the clingy blonde being a chick deflector for the whole night... but still, getting drunk and high always sounded like a good way to unwind, especially if it involved something that pothead Alex brought in. Fucker always has some crazy shit baked up, Jake thought absentmindedly as he debated on whether or not to bother with a reply.

He saw the text bubbles pop up again and decided texting was the better move than getting another wall of text from her, or worse, a phone call.

He replied back with a huff as he shoved his phone to the side afterwards.

Yeah, alright , idgaf if you're gonna be there just to cling to me again, i'm goin for some drinks, getting high, and hauling ass back to my own room before I can barely get up tmrw. Better not be lying abt the guys being there either. I'll go straight home if it's just you there.

He debated for a while whether or not the second most annoying person ever in his life at the moment was bluffing and ended up calling Jake, who corroborated her shitty invite with a lazy chuckle and a confirmation that his best friend Jake was actually throwing a party.

After such a long week, skipping a few workouts and fucking up his sleep schedule more than usual, Jake wasn't really in the mood for showing up and showing out like usual, and decided that tonight a black tee and jeans were simple enough. He eventually made his way to the frat house Jake's in, Delta Kappa Phi, already full of drunk and high idiots from other frats, sororities, or other shit in between, and as he started making his way up the concrete steps, who other than the only other most annoying little shit besides Alana does he bump into?

Motherfucking you.

"Watch where you're fuckin' walking," he mutters out as he spots you somewhat dressed up for the party. Jake couldn't help but be surprised that you were even at this place and couldn't help but scoff, "Who the fuck even invited your ass to this party? I doubt you even know anyone here, unless you just heard the music thumping and decided to come in and crash the party." He scoffs as he takes in your outfit with disdain, "Not like anyone would be sober enough to know, or care, who you are."