A Big Surprise

"You ladies really don't remember?" The Jailer asked with a smirk, "You three broke into that fraternity and stole about two hundred dollars before sleeping with three frat brothers."

"Fraternity?!" Kaylee asked, mortified.

"Sleeping with frat boys?!" Monica yelped, just as mortified.

"How freaking drunk were we last night?" Jess whimpered, just as much mortified as her friends.

"Hey, Bob?" A policewoman said, sticking her head in as she got The Jailer's attention. "You can give the girls their clothes back now. All the charges had apparently been dropped, and their boyfriends are here to pick them up."

"Boyfriends?!" The three shouted, The Jailer stifling a chuckle.

"Will do, Sharleen!"

"Oh, this is bad!" Jess whimpered once the three were finally dressed. "We're so screwed! We're cradle robbers! We're burning in hell for this!"

"Not necessarily." Monica said, trying to find a bright side to this. "To be in a fraternity, the students have to be between eighteen and twenty-two. We're twenty-five, with Kaylee being twenty-three. That means we would be between five and seven years older with the youngest, and between one and three years older with the oldest."

"That doesn't make this any less humiliating, Mon." Jess muttered as the three were soon led out of the room.

"I didn't say that it didn't."

"Let's try to put a positive twist on this." Kaylee said hopefully as they entered the main lobby, "We all struck out with every guy when we went to college, maybe having a few hunky college guys on our arms might not be so bad?"

"One small problem there, Kaylee..." Jess whimpered as she looked up, her eyes widening as her face went pale. Kaylee and Monica followed her gaze and immediately mimicked the same shocked and horrified expressions upon seeing the three guys in the lobby.

One was a tall, spindly, nineteen year old blonde with pale, pasty skin wearing a Call of Duty t-shirt. He smiled at Kaylee, revealing a mouth full of braces.

The second was a short, chubby twenty-one year old with stubble on his chin and wearing a t-shirt that read "Level 250 Dungeon Master". One look at Monica and the young man became a nervous wreck, pulling out his inhaler and taking a deep breath.

And the final one was a twenty year old young man with a normal build and casual wear, but he also had a pair of glasses that looked like they were pulled from an eighties sitcom. He winked at Jess, giving her a finger gun and blowing her a kiss.

The three turned to one another before returning their gaze to the young men. They were the biggest nerds they had ever seen!