It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 6

I smiled, knowing there was no way I could say no. They'd been begging me to finish the show with them for weeks. Beatrice practically pushed me out of the chair and into the living room. I joined Sonny on the couch and Beatrice squeezed into the middle, laying across both of us, but not before smacking my in the face with her book.

I should have known we wouldn't manage to watch only one episode, we never did. The first episode ended on a cliffhanger, so obviously we had to watch a second and a third and I showed up to the party two hours late with no regrets. My brothers however, we're not as relaxed, having to take care of the party setup without me.

By the time I got there it was in full swing. And everybody had pretty much drunk their body weight in liquor. Music pounded around the dark room, deafening the sounds of anything else in the dark house, lit only by a few light strips here and there. My fellow brothers got into me for not being there for the setup, but I promised to stay to clean up. I was the only out of house member, which the other freshmen were not too happy about. The upperclassmen, however, loved me, and especially my car.

Greatly behind the game, I took two shots from the kitchen and downed them before searching for someone to spend the evening with, the only reason I ever came to these things anyway.

Despite the handful of women eyeing me, silently begging me to come their way, I found myself ignoring them, searching for something else—someone else. Why, I don't know. Maybe I had a secret fetish for being berated because why else would anyone wish her presence upon themselves. She was infuriating. I knew she was here, where the Beta Sigma Xi girls went, she went. She would be here. I walked around the whole house searching, until I'd drank so much that my mind had become fogged with images of her dancing, her body moving in ways you wouldn't think were even possible. But she made them look effortless. She was stunning like that, with her legs in the split and her forehead pressed to her ankles.

I leaned on the wall, pondering the images of her as I drank from the cup in my hand. "Klaus," a voice I knew very well shrieked.

I nearly spilled the drink in my hand as my eyes widened. I turn to greet Monica, who I most certainly 'forgot' to call back three days ago. "Monica!"

She stumbled over to me, clinging onto my arm for support. "You didn't call me back."

I didn't call her back because her boyfriend, who I didn't even know existed, asked me not to. I was not a homewrecker, and when a man begs on his knees for you to stop seeing his girl, you listen. "I'm sorry, I just haven't had any time." I took a step away from her. 

She giggled, running her hand down my chest. "Well you have time now."

I curved away from her, brushing off her hand. "You know, I actually am meeting someone right now," I lied, scanning the crowd for one of my 'brothers' but by now they had already found someone to take back to their room.

Her eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to me. "Are you seeing another woman?"

Her look sent a chill up my spine and I'd only ever seen one scarier. "I uh-"

Her eyes grew wild as she took an exasperated breath. "Because if it's another woman, then that would mean you're cheating on me." She smiled through rage filled eyes, her body beginning to tremble.

I have terrible taste in women. "It's not another woman."

"You're lying." She took another step towards me, so close my nostrils burned from the alcohol stench that drenched her breath. "I know you are. You're meeting a girl, but she can't have you." She grabbed the first object her hands reached which unfortunately happened to be a half drank bottle. "I won't let her. I'll get rid of her so we can be together." Her grip tightened on the bottle as my back hit the wall. I was cornered. Maybe I should have listened when my sister told me to stay home. Or maybe I should stop sleeping with women who have that maniacal look in their eyes.