Of course yes!

Time drifted by and soon I was getting ready to attend the invitation of a total stranger. Hot stranger, I must say, so don’t judge me. That afternoon was a little windy, but not so cold so I opted for casual clothes with no hoodies or jackets. I met Carl waiting by his car accompanied by Jeff – the blond surfist – and another guy I didn't know yet. They were chatting, leaning against a fine silver CLA 45.

“What's up, dudes? How's it going?” I greeted them.

They nod to me. Carl and the third guy bumped my first.

“Ready to leg it?” Jeff asked, getting up, his hair bouncing as he walked to the drivers side.

We all got in the car and headed for the frat house. I sat in the back with the brunette guy I didn't know.

“Michael, this is Jim. He's in Sports Medicine.” Carl introduced him as soon as he closed his door. That explains his incredible thighs and calves under those shorts.

“Cool! Pleasure to meet you, Jim.” I smiled too uncomfortable not knowing what to talk about with those strangers. They could be kidnaping me, for what I knew!

“He's part of our Club.” Jeff enhanced the word.

“The Gay Society?” I asked, remembering the flier name.

Jeff and Carl grinned looking at each other.

“Kinda.” Jeff left his answer in the air.

Before I could’ve asked for more info, the car slowed down close to a stop at a street full of cars. People were getting crazy in the streets and even on the roof of a two storage ancient classical white house. I noticed one guy standing out in the middle of the multitude and messing with some other guy next to him.

“That's the frat president: John McKlen.” Jim noticed my gaze and leaned to my window, pointing to the shirtless guy I was staring at.

“Y'all know them?” I asked.

“Yes. We know every frat president. They have to stay in touch with our Club.” He confirmed, again they were pointing out this word.

Carl parked his Mercedez the best way he could since the street was a mess of people and we got out of the car.

The street was crowded in front of the house and music was blasting from inside it. Only a few people were getting in by the time we arrived at the door. A bulky black guy was bouncing the entrance and collecting money from those **** to get in the frat house. He was only allowing girls to go by and putting the money on a big jar next to him.

“Names?” He asked Carl when we approached.

“Not on the list, lad. We're from The Club.” Carl answered him, looking a bit annoyed. His eyes were narrowing at the guy and I was sure they would explode in fist fights sooner than later. The bouncer didn't flinch an emotion through his face and didn't even move, so did Carl.

“Next?” He shouted over the music.

As I sensed Jeff was about to tilt and punch the guy in the middle of his face, the bouncer’s phone received a message and he allowed us to enter. I looked back and Jim was coming back from the front yard where the frat president was staring at us.

“When you ask nicely enough…” Jim said grinning.

“He's a first year student.” Jeff stopped me in front of the bouncer guy.

The black guy asked for my wrist and wrapped a paper green bracelet around it.

“What's that?” I asked him.

“It's the frat rules.” Jeff told me, pushing me in but not before giving the guy a last deadly look.

I wanted to ask why, but as soon as I crossed the door I was sucked into the craziness of the first floor of the house that was impossibly crowded and music blasting from the sound system in the living room. I could see everything in the floor from kitchen to living room and people coming out and in from the bathrooms.