Side story : Frat kids POV

Love’s Chaos Unleashed (Lexi’s POV)

The library steps were our usual spot—me, Jenna, and Callie sprawled out with iced coffees, scrolling through our phones while the frat guys from Sigma Chi horsed around nearby, tossing a football and chugging beers like it was some kind of Thursday ritual. The air smelled like crisp leaves and stale hops, the sun dipping low enough to paint everything golden. I was mid-rant about my psych professor’s latest bullshit assignment when I saw them—Nate and Sarah—strolling past, this vibe rolling off them that made my skin prickle. Nate’s flannel hung open, Sarah’s leather jacket was slung over her shoulder, and they moved like they owned the damn campus. I didn’t know them, not really—just faces I’d seen around—but something about them hit me like a punch to the chest.

Then Nate’s eyes flicked our way, dark and sharp, and it was like the world tilted. My breath caught, my phone slipping from my hand to clatter on the stone steps. I barely noticed. Across from us, the frat guys froze mid-laugh—Ryan with the football still in his hands, Ethan wiping beer foam off his chin, Matt shoving Jake like always. Sarah laughed, this low, wild sound, and Nate’s gaze locked on us, then them, and holy shit, it was like someone flipped a switch.

“Lexi, you okay?” Jenna asked, but her voice sounded far away. My eyes darted to Ryan—tall, broad-shouldered Ryan with his stupid backwards cap and that smirk I’d always hated. Except now, I didn’t hate it. My heart slammed against my ribs, heat flooding me, and I couldn’t look away. He dropped the football, his head snapping toward me like he’d felt it too. “Lexi?” he said, his voice rough, confused, stepping closer as the other guys started moving too—Ethan toward Callie, Matt toward Jenna, like magnets pulling us together.

“Ryan—” I started, but my words drowned in a gasp as he closed the distance, his hands grabbing my waist, yanking me up from the steps. His touch burned through my sweater, and I didn’t care that my coffee spilled, that people were staring. “What the fuck is happening?” I whispered, but then his lips crashed into mine, hard and ****, tasting like beer and want, and I was gone. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body pressed against his as he groaned into my mouth—a sound that lit me up like gasoline.

Around us, it was chaos. Callie shrieked as Ethan scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the library wall, kissing her like he’d die if he stopped. “Callie—oh my God, I love you,” he rasped, and she moaned, her nails raking down his back. Jenna was already on the grass, Matt on top of her, his hands under her skirt as she arched into him, gasping, “Matt, yes—fuck, I need you.” The football rolled forgotten, beers tipped over, foam pooling on the steps as the rest of the Sigma Chi guys and our sisters collided—shouts turning to whispers, then to groans, bodies tangling in a mess of lust and something deeper, something I couldn’t name.

Ryan’s hands slid up my sides, rough and greedy, his breath hot against my neck as he pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were wild, pupils blown, like he was seeing me for the first time. “Lexi, I—I love you,” he said, and it should’ve sounded insane—we’d barely talked beyond party small talk—but it didn’t. It felt true, raw, like it’d been buried in me forever and just woke up. “I love you too,” I choked out, and then I was kissing him again, deeper, messier, my legs hitching around his hips as he stumbled us toward the shadowed side of the library.

We hit the brick wall, his body pinning mine, and I could feel him—hard, urgent—pressing against me through his jeans. My skirt rode up, his fingers digging into my thighs, and I moaned, loud enough that someone nearby laughed—a sharp, fleeting sound swallowed by the growing symphony of gasps and cries around us. I didn’t care who heard. “Ryan—please,” I begged, and he growled, his lips on my throat, his hands fumbling with his belt. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, and then he was inside me, sudden and overwhelming, and I screamed his name, my head tipping back against the wall as the world narrowed to just us.

It wasn’t just us, though. Beyond the haze of Ryan’s heat, I glimpsed the others—Ethan and Callie half-naked now, her top gone, his hands everywhere as they writhed on the grass. Matt and Jenna were a tangle of limbs, her gasps sharp and rhythmic, his voice breaking as he said her name over and over. Another pair—Jake and Tori, I think—stumbled past, her shirt unbuttoned, his hands down her shorts, disappearing into the bushes with a string of “I love yous” trailing behind them. The library plaza was a fucking warzone of love and lust, couples forming and breaking apart only to crash back together, clothes shed, bodies slick with sweat and desperation.

Ryan moved faster, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. “Lexi—fuck, you’re everything,” he panted, and I clung to him, my nails biting into his shoulders as I shattered, a wave of heat and light ripping through me. He followed, groaning my name, his grip bruising as he held me through it. We slid down the wall, a sweaty, trembling mess, and he kissed me again—slow this time, tender, like he meant it. “I’m not letting you go,” he whispered, and I nodded, my chest tight with something bigger than I could process.

The chaos didn’t stop. Hours later, the campus was still burning—dorms rattling, classrooms empty, the air thick with moans and promises. Ryan and I stayed tangled together, watching it unfold, our hands linked, our breaths syncing. Whatever Nate and Sarah had done, it’d rewritten us—rewritten everything. And as the night stretched on, I felt it: a spark, a seed, something new growing between us, undeniable and alive.

End