The Boy Who Knew Me When(22)

Several minutes after arriving Raz, the over enthusiastic pledge from the night before last with whom was the catalyst that reunited me with Julian, AKA Ford, handed Brea and I each a bottle of Corona.

“Don’t worry I didn’t drug ‘em or nothin’, we aren’t allowed to open the bottles, house rules.” I stared at him with my mouth gaped open. Should I have been worried?

“Ah crap, that was kind of a freaky thing to say huh?” He said taking notice of my stunned reaction.

“No, I can’t say it was the best way to start off a conversation. Though, I guess it’s good to know.” Brea laughed behind me; I am sure finding both of us amusing.

“Drugged or not, thanks for the booze, Raz!” Brea beamed enthusiastically.

“Of course! It’s my job though. I hand out the drinks, I have two minutes to arm newcomers with a drink and two minutes refill anyone else who needs it. Timothy behind me has to video tape everything for proof. Jacob...” He pauses and lifts his finger pointing at a boy I can only assume is Jacob who is hovering about 10 feet away his eyes scanning the crowd. “…over there is doing his job which is to make sure I am doing mine. If either of us screws up we each have to lose a piece of clothing. If we end up naked we end up having to cup each other’s balls in front of all these lovely ladies.”

And that is when I notice that besides the members and pledges every one of the people here are women. Not just any women but gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes.

“Anyway, I need to scan the crowd; I have no intention of letting these losers grab my dick. You still owe me a dance Jemma and I plan on collecting!” he said walking away collecting empty bottles and replacing them with full ones.



“I see James, mind if I split and go say hello?” Brea asked. I shook my head no and told her to have a good time. I am a big girl; I can most definitely manage without her.

“Jem!” a perky voice cried out from behind me. I turned around and saw Angela walking up to me, wearing a six inch pair of rainbow wedges and a bright red strapless rainbow belted dress that showed off every inch of her tiny curvaceous figure.

“Angela!” We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. “You are very colorful this evening.”

“I know right? I woke up in such a great mood this afternoon, I felt like a million bucks, only I was sad when I realized that I don’t have a million bucks and needed to find a pot of gold. Therefore....” She held the bottom of her dress out and spun around. “...I am a rainbow hoping she will find her pot of gold. “

We both giggled, stopping at the sound of my name in the back ground.

“Well got damn, I said GOT DAMN, is that Jemma Lee Hale I see?” I turned back to the party and lo and behold was Brandon’s best friend Axel.

“Axel, is that you?” He ran up to me, threw his arms around my waist, yee-hawed and lifted me up off the ground spinning me around. I laughed as he sat me back down on the ground.

“Well hell yeah it’s me. Brandon said I might see you around these parts. Rumor is around the house that you hooked up with our pres. Say it ain’t so Jemma?” He said clinging to his heart. “Tell me that after all this time I spent waiting in the wings you didn’t hook up with that jerk?”

“Jemma! You didn’t tell me you hooked up with Ford. Is it true?” Angela questioned.

“Well, sort of, I mean we kind of know each other from when we were kids. He’s a nice guy. And besides what the fuck business is it of yours who I hook up with?” I defended myself. It wasn’t anyone’s business what I or who did with my life.

“Now Jem, don’t get all pissy on me. I ain’t saying nothin’! I’m just tuggin’ your chain sweet pea. Ford’s a good guy.” Axel pleaded.

“Heck well I’m sure as hell saying something!” Angela grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me to face her. “Ford Ackles is a total man whore. I don’t think I have been to a single party in the last two years that he didn’t hook up with someone. The most pathetic part of it all is that he has a fiancée back home, the son of a bitch could care less.”

Fiancée? I expect college guys to have a little fun but a fiancée? Not that I have any kind of claim on him but he never mentioned so much as a girlfriend, little alone a fiancée.

“In fact...” Angela continued. “She is supposed to be starting at St. Edward’s this year. Isn’t that right Ax?” She looked to Axel for confirmation.

“Like I said, I ain’t saying nothing. I ain’t risking my legacy status talking shit about other people’s business. Sorry Jemma, Ford’s a good guy. You might want to talk to him about it instead of listening to a bunch of hearsay anyway.”