Omega Xi

Chapter 1: Girl Next Door

Ryan's POV
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The music was vibrating my bedroom walls, why the hell did they have to listen to their music so loud? It shouldn't be rattling my windows from next door.

Ever since Omega Xi moved into their new fraternity house which just so happens to be next door to my house, nights have been like this. Well, weekend nights. My father made it very clear to the boys he would make no attempt to call the police so long as they kept it down during the week and of course, didn't set their house on fire like the last one.

I didn't understand why it mattered though, my dad was almost never home anyway. I was the one having to deal with their constant partying and irritating ways.

I huffed before pushing myself off my bed and strolling to the window to slam it shut. But he caught my eyes.

The head of the frat house, Harry, the one who was always making the negotiations with my father. He smirked when he noticed I was watching him then proceeded to pull his shirt over his head. With a roll of my eyes, I shut my window quickly and drew the blinds down.

Harry may be able to get pretty much every girl in that house to his bed but I was not going to let his immature actions affect my night of studying.

I rushed away from the freshly drawn window and down the stairs into the living room.

"Dad, can you--" I was caught off guard by the empty space. His worn out leather chair didn't hold his body and his koozie without a beer. "Dad," I called again rounding the corner into the kitchen. A note stuck in the middle of the table.

Ry, I've gone out on the road for a couple weeks. It was short notice and I had to get going. When I went to tell you, you were passed out and I didn't want to wake you.
Your money is in the envelope in the cookie jar and there's some left over Chinese in the fridge.
Love you Kiddo,
Dad

I groaned in frustration and paced the kitchen for a few moments.

I hated his job. Traveling all the time and leaving me alone like this. Sighing, I dug the Chinese out from the fridge and pre-heated the oven.

Once everything had been warmed back up, I plopped myself on the couch and turned on the food channel. Nothing made me happier than watching people cook food competitively. I cooked fairly well, but nothing compared to what these guys could do.

I hoped to be a chef one day, open my own little restaurant somewhere in town. It was my senior year of high school so I was allowed to take culinary as an elective this year. A lot of the stuff we were learning was basic and I had already mastered long ago, but the briefing on professional lingo and plating was something new to me.

An hour passed and I had my study stuff spread out on the coffee table before me. My flash cards were finished, notes taken, and papers written for the next week. But it was one in the morning and their music was still pounding and my head was ringing.

I needed sleep and I was going to get it. Slipping on my flip-flops and storming out of my house, I marched down the few paces of pavement and up the frats front steps.

My fist pounded on the door harshly, I was going to wring that curly haired boy's neck.

Harry's POV
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The party was going pretty well, the biggest one we had had since moving into this house a couple months ago. Music was going awesome thanks to the DJ stylings of yours truly, DJ Hazza. I was playing something I had composed myself, even recorded my voice singing the jumbled lyrics that just encouraged people to grind against each other.