auction

You don't realize being part of a frat meant having to be a part of a charity auction. Normally you wouldn't miss an opportunity to throw your money around but sadly you can't in this case because YOU are what's being auctioned. All the brothers were busy dressing up in tuxes and you were no exception. It's been a while since you've had to put on a tux. Your mom just loved dragging you and your dad to balls and galas, but since you came to college you hadn't worn it. The only reason you brought it was because she insisted.

You stared in the mirror as the tux hung loosely on your thin frame. "This is ridiculous!" you snapped at yourself. You had heard all the stories about kids going away to college and gaining "the freshmen 15" so to combat that you hit the gym four days a week. You focused on cardio for months and the end result was that you had lost thirty pounds in two months.

Suddenly a knock on your door drew your attention. "Come in Brian." Brian was the only one of the brothers with enough manners to knock before entering.

"What's wrong bro?" He was also probably the most empathetic of the brothers, always asking how you were and how you felt.

"My tux doesn't fit." He crouched in front of you, he was nearly a foot taller than you, leaving you eye to eye with his bare muscular chest. He certainly looked strong, he wasn't hairy like most of the brothers but he had a happy trail over his 8-pack abs. "I wish I looked like you, big, muscular, handsome." You caught yourself and couldn't believe you said that. When you got upset you tended to not watch what you said. Brian didn't seem to notice as he continued studying your suit. He turned you around all of a sudden and took off your jacket. "What-"

"Shh, I got a trick. Trust me." You felt him fiddling with your cumberbund and felt it suddenly tighten. The shirt clung tighter to your body when you were spun around once more. You saw brian holding a swiss army knife, he pulled your belt towards him and pierced a hole into your belt before he tightened it back. Looking in the mirror you note that the suit certainly fits better but you look like a girl wearing her boyfriend's clothes, a small boyfriend. You definitely need to rethink your workout routine. Brian helps you put your jacket back on. "Uh, thanks. Where did you learn how to do that?"

"My mom was a seamstress. Let's go." He slaps your ass before leaving the room. Football habits you imagine.

Twenty minutes later you and the brothers were in the back of a limousine, at your expense. Were having a good time most enjoying the fully stocked bar. You noticed brian wasn't drinking to excess like everyone else, instead, having a single malt scotch. He always seemed deep in thought and you always wanted to know what he was thinking. He certainly cleaned up nicely, very handsome like James bond.

An hour later you were on stage as a beautiful redhead read off a list of your attributes, your money, and your dancing competition victories, your high school gymnastics victories. None of this brought any action from the women in the crowd, after a painfully long silence a woman finally shouted "Two-hundred!" No opposing bids so she won pretty quickly and you stood off to the side with your brothers while the auction continued.

Brian was next and the bidding started before the auctioneer could finish reading off his attributes. He went for two-thousand dollars before the bidding ended and he strode across the stage to stand next to you as the auction continued. "Congrats man, I think you're going to win the highest bid."

"Thanks, man." He smiled down at you.

"I think I'll be the lowest bid, however." You felt him place his strong hand on your shoulder "Don't worry about it, man. Better than no bid."

"I guess, I just wonder who she was." You looked at brian and noticed he looked like he was hiding something. "What? Do you know?"

He shook his head. "I'll tell you later."

You waited impatiently for another half hour before you were back at the frat. The other brothers hooting and hollering at their prospective dates. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and pulled him aside on the porch. "So spill, who is she?" He sat on the step,

"There was no girl." he whispered.

"What? I heard her."

"I snuck out of line and asked a friend to bid on you. I didn't want you to get nothing, I actually figured once the bidding started more girls would make bids." You didn't know what to say, so you didn't.

You ran inside the house fighting back the tears until you made it into your room and cried into your pillow. It was high school all over again. No matter what you did you couldn't get a girl to go out with you. It didn't matter your clothes, your music, your cars. It didn't impress them at all. You heard a knocking at the door, "Go away, Brian." you yell through the door.

"I didn't want you to get hurt that's why I did what I did. I'm sorry." You open the door **** back the tears,

"I'll give your friend her money back just go away."

You tried to close the door but he blocked the door with his strong forearm. "It's not about the money."

"Just go, you have a date to plan." You stomped back to your bed not bothering to try to close the door. Brian came inside and closed the door behind him and sat on your bed next to you.

"Look I'll still take you out." You sit on the bed pulling your knees into your chest.

"Isn't that a little, gay?" He places a reassuring hand on yours.

"It's not. It'll just be me and you."

"You just want me to buy you dinner, you're like the rest of the guys."

"No, no, no. I'll pay for everything. It'll be a proper date." You want to tell him to stop calling it a date, but the gesture was sweet and now that you were calmed down you can see he was trying to spare your feelings.