#nyustart

“Hey, are those bluetooth speakers?” Jen asked the person next to her, her eyes zeroing in on the source of the music. Whomever was responsible for the playlist was doing the party a terrible disservice. Not only did she not recognize a single song, but they were objectively undanceable. It was just all wrong, the beats were too slow--not at all reflective of the energy of the crowd--and it was beginning to wear on the room, steadily sucking the life right out of the party. “Think I can connect and turn this thing around? If I don’t hear something I can sing along and shake my ass to in the next 2 minutes, I’m literally storming out. This is what happens when you put guys in charge of the music.” 

The invitations were sent out, but to be honest, invitations were just formalities now. Ever since he started the party tradition in first year, everyone was always at his family apartment every first and last weekends of the month. What he was expecting were people trying to get in. Matty had been more and more picky with the people who could ever really get in, knowing his parents would start getting suspicious with what he’s really been doing. “If you’re going to ask...” He starts, looking up, “Oh, yeah, sorry, kinda expected someone I didn’t really know to approach for the party on Saturday. But for you... What’s up?”

Pink glitter stuck to her cheek, leftover remnants from her party makeup the night before, Freya was just escaping a bad date. She had cackled like a child as the man had attempted to go home with her from the bar, prancing off like an escaped deer as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling away and shaking her head. “Sorry. I think I see one of my friends over there. Text you later,” she had told him, heading back towards the bar booths, Freya quickly sitting in a random booth and huffing, brushing locks of blonde hair out of her face. “I told that guy we’re friends. Help me out? I can’t talk to him for another minute. He started saying all the things he wanted to do to me and my eyes glazed over. Like someone replaced my brain with a fat head of lettuce,” she complained. “Just keep talking to me until he leaves?”

text ☄ open

📲 wrong number? or nah?

Hayden adjusted the bottom of her black  For Love and Lemons, Penelope mini dress as she walked in step with Jennifer. The collar was high, which she needed to help cover the numerous marks on her neck and collarbone along with about four pounds of concealer, but the hem was short enough to show off her legs because she wasn’t about to be called a nun by Nate’s outrageous family members. “You’re going to die when you meet Nate’s family. I swear to God, they say the most ridiculous things.” She enthused, looking over with her dark, eyeliner-rimmed gaze as her arm slinked through Jennifer’s and she led her up the path to the Rho Lambda Alpha house. To say the setting where they were meeting Nate wasn’t ideal for Hayden would have been an understatement but, she wasn’t about to drag her two friends into the awkward situation she had, or didn’t have, going on with Alex. Pulling the door open, she stepped aside to allow Jenny to enter first. “After you, madam.”

“This chick told me she didn’t believe in sexting cause she doesn’t want her nudes going around the frat house. Like okay Tiffani, as if you wouldn’t show my dick pic to all your friends. I take it as a compliment like any normal person would. I hate prudes.”

“Oh come on, just let me buy you a drink. You don’t even have to let me flirt with you, just let me buy you one.”