A little contest

Outside, in the backyard, I was going to give that woman a piece of my mind when I saw the line of guys she put both me and drunky–man along with other guys. Another girl slapped me in my left pec and I saw a big adhesive with the number “7” written on it. She took her time and finished massaging my sore recovering muscle. A blond guy wearing an orange hoodie stepped on a bench and announced on the megaphone:

“Ladies and gentlemen, I'm your frat prez Louis. Can I get an amen up in here?”

“Amen.” A choir answered him.

“Alright so, tonight we got a new share of freshmen. If you got in for free, you shouldn't. Each of you will have to complete those tests: complete a run around the square, come back in and find someone wearing pink, bring them to the third floor and drink from last year's Football Cup…” He continued as I drifted in my thoughts. What the hell did I sign up for? “All this in less than 15 minutes. The last man standing gets to enjoy the party and have access to a private room to do whatever he wants – or whomever, we never know.” When he emphasized those words, the crowd cheered around him.

The girl that tapped my pecs positioned in front of our line and screamed with her bra up in one hand twisting it in the air, jumping a little, making her breasts respond. The guys were all drooling on her and I held my urges to roll eyes. Virgins.

“In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go!” She lowered her bra like a racing flag and jumped very hard a couple of times. She and the crowd laughed when some of the pledges fell in front of her and I got myself running to something I didn’t want to do.

It was a pretty simple challenge, so I didn't mind a little competition to fire things up that night. I adjusted to my best speed of base running, wishing my black jeans weren't so tight. I wore them because they felt like bringing out my ass, but I was already regretting it. When I got to the corner, I saw two more guys tripping and fell behind me and the other ones were just following behind. I focused on looking forward and passed by Matthew, who was laughing. That little evil!

“I'm gonna kill you when I get back!” I shouted at him.

The other guys just couldn't keep up with my pace. At George Street, I drifted and avoided the pedestrians and almost pushed an old lady carrying a bag of groceries. I shouted “sorry” and “excuse me” a couple of times while tripping around them. I saw a red bus at the stop and its sign read “7 STAND BY I KNOW YOU’RE READING”.