It was funny how things change.

He slid his hand up to my crotch. "Hell yeah, man. Why don't you come by our apartment some time? We can get stoned, drink some beer, strip down, and get it on."

I licked my lips and considered. Chris and Eric were both sexy guys for sure. If not for what was going on between Blair and I, I probably would have crushes on both of them-and they would definitely play a part in my fantasies. Wrestling Eric had been fun-although I was relatively certain that sober he'd kick my ass. But then again, that could also be a lot of fun. But was it cheating on Blair? We'd never talked about not having sex with other people, and he had never said he loved me. Yeah, I loved him. I would probably always love him ... but what would it hurt? And he'd never have to know. "Yeah, that would be fun, man."

Chris squeezed my crotch, and my dick got harder. "Awesome. Sooner rather than later, okay?"

The door opened and Blair walked in with three drinks. "Okay, what have you two been up to? You look guilty as hell." He kicked the door shut behind him.

Chris winked at me. "Just smoking your pot, sir."

Blair looked at both us, an eyebrow raised. "All right then." He handed over the drinks and sat down at his desk. "Place is getting crowded. Let's smoke a bit more, finish these, and join the party."

The party was amazing. The deejay was the same guy Beta Kappa used for all of its parties, and he knew how to get people dancing. I got hit on by a number of little sister prospectives, as well as some of the little sisters themselves. I flirted back with them, but when I didn't really respond as sexually as they obviously wanted, they moved on to other pledges or brothers. I had never really danced much before, but found myself getting pulled out on the dance floor over and over again. I kept an eye out for Blair-he was kind of hard to miss in that getup-but didn't see him as often as I would have liked, and whenever I did see him, by the time I could disentangle myself from whatever girl had latched onto me on the dance floor, he was gone. Every so often I would see Eric with some girl hanging on him, and would watch for a while. So, wrestling me turned you on? So, what's the deal with the girl you're kissing right now? And then one time, as I was thinking it and looking his body over, he looked over at me and smiled, then winked. He then turned his back to me, and started shaking his ass at me. To anyone else, it might have looked like he was just doing some kind of lame white-boy boogie step, but I knew exactly what he was doing. He wants me to fuck him in the ass after we wrestle the next time. And I felt my own dick getting hard as the Pussycat Dolls sang "Don't Cha".

And I kept dancing.

One time, I remember Chris dancing with some other nameless, faceless girl right next to me and the girl I was dancing with-I think her name was Dawn, or something like that, she was a longtime little sister and had a reputation for being quite the stoner-and he also started doing the white-boy boogie ass shaking thing before spinning around and winking at me, bursting into laughter.

He was sexy as hell. My dick stirred in my pants. Oh yes, I am definitely going over to Chris and Eric's for some wrestlingsooner rather than later.

And then I saw Ted Norris watching us both, his eyes narrowed.

When he saw me watching him, he turned around and stalked out of the Great Room.

Asshole, I thought, dismissing him from my mind.

The party finally started winding down around one in the morning. The floor of the Great Room was about an inch deep in beer and spilled mai tais. I was drenched in sweat, my legs ached from all the dancing, and I was quite drunk. I hadn't seen Blair in a long time, and since I was planning on spending the night in his room-way too drunk to drive home-I decided to go looking for him.

"You seen Blair?" I asked everyone I saw, but everyone shook their heads. I knocked on his door, but there was no answer.

"Dude. I think he went to Denny's with some people for breakfast," Rory Armagh said as he weaved by. He had his arm around a short blond girl with the largest tits I'd ever seen. "He'll be back in a while. Great party, huh?"

"Thanks, Rory." I called after him as he went into his room with the girl. Well, I can go crash on a couch in the Great Room, I thought, but decided to make a pass through the building before giving up on Blair entirely. It wasn't like him to take off like that and not tell me, and it bothered me more than a little bit. I walked down to the end of the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. As I walked past it, the door to room twenty opened and a girl came out in a hurry, almost knocking me down.

"Excuse me," she muttered and hurried down the hall and down the stairs.

Marc Kearney came out behind her, muttered a hello and rushed after her, but stopped at the top of the stairs. "Fuck." He turned back to me and gave me a sheepish grin. He was barefoot, and just wearing a pair of jeans. His lean torso was completely smooth other than a happy trail below his navel and the nest of hair under his arms. "So much for me getting some pussy tonight." He laughed. "What are you up to, Jeff?"

I shrugged. "Too drunk to drive home-supposed to stay in Blair's room, but can't find him."

"Ah, yes. A bunch of people went to Denny's, he was one of them I think." He clapped me on the shoulder. "You're welcome to hang out in here with me till he gets back. We've never really spent any time together."

"Thanks." I walked into his room and sat down on the bed. His walls were bare, and there was a smudged mirror out on his desk.

"Man, can you believe that whore led me on and then wouldn't put out?" Marc sat down in his desk chair and stretched. "She'd better not ever show her stupid face around here again, that's all I have to say. Cock teases aren't welcome here. You want a beer?"

"Sure," I replied, inwardly rolling my eyes. I sure hoped I wasn't going to have to listen to him talk about what a stud he was with girls until Blair got home. I wasn't sure why all the brothers seemed to feel the need to brag about that all the time, but all it convinced me of was it was all talk. There was one brother, though-Kevin Shaughnessy-who lived on the first floor who I especially didn't like. He was a junior active-just initiated the past spring-and drank like a fish and didn't know when to stop. He also was incredibly mean to the pledges. When totally fucked up, he had a tendency to strip naked and wander. And whenever he scored with a girl, he hung his stained sheets out his window to let every one know

I couldn't stand him.

Marc got me a beer out of his little refrigerator and passed it to me. I popped the top and took a swig. "So, what do you think of Beta Kappa so far, Jeff?"

"I love it here, Marc. I'm really proud to be here."

"Good, good." He opened his desk drawer and got a folded piece of paper. He undid it, and scraped a small white rock out of it with a razor blade onto the mirror. "You want to do a line?"

"Urn. .." I hated showing my ignorance, but Jerry Pollard had told me the night he and Chris Morales bagged me never do a drug offered to you without finding out what it is first. "What is it?"

Marc let out his braying laugh. "Coke, my innocent little pledge. You've never tried it? Your nostrils are virgin territory?"

"Yeah." I grinned at him. "Everyone forgets I'm just a good ole prairie boy from Kansas. I was completely innocent until the Brotherhood corrupted me."