You really never know what will happen at a frat party. It's part of what makes them so much fun to go to. Hampton university was known as a party school, but at the same time it had some of the best medical, and computer science programs in the country. The university was really like a double-sided coin, many parents afraid to send kids here because of the party reputation while at the same time, really wanting to send their kids here because of how fantastic the programs were.
Hampton university produced some of the best Surgeons in the world, some of the best medical professionals in the world. Their graduates in the computer sciences worked for major companies, working out IT programs, developing software, hardware, web sites, graphic engineering, the list was endless. One of the top rated schools in the country by a wide margin.
Which is why Chris Singleton was happy to be there. Chris was a computer science major, specializing in program development. He had been in love with computers his whole life, in grade school he was the shy nerdy kid who sat in the corner with a handheld gaming device or a cheap laptop doing things alone.
But at Hampton University he blossomed. Well as much as a reserved kid from Nebraska could blossom. He didn't have the rugged good looks of the athletes on campus, nor was he the bloated sterotypical computer nerd body, commonly called a Neckbeard.
Chris was the epitome of average. Average looking, average socially, average in every way. He made friends with some of the guys from Gamma, Sigma, Phi, who's party he was now at. That was good enough for him. His friends Jason Stevens, Mark Clark, and Gary Cooper, were always trying to get him into the frat, and he always had to refuse because his parents would kill him.....but, that didn't mean he couldn't come to the parties.
So yes, Chris was average. Even his picture from his Tinder profile was average.
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The thing about being average, is you very rarely deal with anything extraordinary. Your life is filled with normality and excitement just isn't part of the deal. Like Chris's love life. He had a few dates in high school, and early college days. All of which had been horribly average. Nice enough girls, with nothing interesting going on.
Chris craved adventure, he craved excitement. Which was why he loved frat parties so much. He was surrounded by excitement. There was a crowd of people doing suicide shots off a giant ice slide. There were people having chugging contests. There were people playing beer pong.
And there were beautiful people everywhere.
Chris was leaning against a corner in the living room of the frat house, watching people take hits off the aforementioned ice slide. He had just finished a round of beer pong which he had lost horribly and was now nursing a nearly full Solo Cup of slightly cool beer.
Then she came up to him, her face grimaced in frustration.
She was the furthest thing from average Chris had ever seen. She approached and his eyes took her in quickly and his breath caught in his throat. Her hand swung with a nearly empty cup of something as she huffed toward him.
She stopped next to him, spun and slammed herself back against the wall next to him, crossing her arms under her breasts which made them heave in a pool of cleavage that was clear to Chris' eyes.
"Boyfriends are fucking assholes." She said furiously.
Chris blinked and took a quick sip from his newly named Cup of Courage. "Yeah most of the time." He said.
Hampton university produced some of the best Surgeons in the world, some of the best medical professionals in the world. Their graduates in the computer sciences worked for major companies, working out IT programs, developing software, hardware, web sites, graphic engineering, the list was endless. One of the top rated schools in the country by a wide margin.
Which is why Chris Singleton was happy to be there. Chris was a computer science major, specializing in program development. He had been in love with computers his whole life, in grade school he was the shy nerdy kid who sat in the corner with a handheld gaming device or a cheap laptop doing things alone.
But at Hampton University he blossomed. Well as much as a reserved kid from Nebraska could blossom. He didn't have the rugged good looks of the athletes on campus, nor was he the bloated sterotypical computer nerd body, commonly called a Neckbeard.
Chris was the epitome of average. Average looking, average socially, average in every way. He made friends with some of the guys from Gamma, Sigma, Phi, who's party he was now at. That was good enough for him. His friends Jason Stevens, Mark Clark, and Gary Cooper, were always trying to get him into the frat, and he always had to refuse because his parents would kill him.....but, that didn't mean he couldn't come to the parties.
So yes, Chris was average. Even his picture from his Tinder profile was average.
http://www.did.ie/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gino.jpg
The thing about being average, is you very rarely deal with anything extraordinary. Your life is filled with normality and excitement just isn't part of the deal. Like Chris's love life. He had a few dates in high school, and early college days. All of which had been horribly average. Nice enough girls, with nothing interesting going on.
Chris craved adventure, he craved excitement. Which was why he loved frat parties so much. He was surrounded by excitement. There was a crowd of people doing suicide shots off a giant ice slide. There were people having chugging contests. There were people playing beer pong.
And there were beautiful people everywhere.
Chris was leaning against a corner in the living room of the frat house, watching people take hits off the aforementioned ice slide. He had just finished a round of beer pong which he had lost horribly and was now nursing a nearly full Solo Cup of slightly cool beer.
Then she came up to him, her face grimaced in frustration.
She was the furthest thing from average Chris had ever seen. She approached and his eyes took her in quickly and his breath caught in his throat. Her hand swung with a nearly empty cup of something as she huffed toward him.
She stopped next to him, spun and slammed herself back against the wall next to him, crossing her arms under her breasts which made them heave in a pool of cleavage that was clear to Chris' eyes.
"Boyfriends are fucking assholes." She said furiously.
Chris blinked and took a quick sip from his newly named Cup of Courage. "Yeah most of the time." He said.