Hooped (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #1)

HOOPED

The
Hooped Series Book #1

BAD
BOY FRAT

By
Claire Adams

This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams

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Chapter
One

“Oh come
on
,
Jenn,” one of my friends said with a nagging tone to her voice. “You know it’s
going to be a good time. Besides, it’s not like you can study
all
the time.” I laughed a little bit,
brushing off Alicia’s rolling eyes.

“I also sleep and eat,” I pointed out.

“But you need to have some fun in your life! When was
the last time you went to a party?” I shrugged; I didn’t think that it
particularly mattered how often I partied it up. I wasn’t in college to go to
parties—I was there to get a degree, to learn. I wasn’t against going out every
once in a while, but I was by far not the kind of person to go to parties
constantly.

On top of the fact that I had classes
to study for, I was already tired; it had been a long week and a long day, and
all I really wanted to do was veg out in front of the TV, eat some popcorn, and
get ahead in my harder courses.
The mandatory freshman classes
weren’t
that hard, but I was trying to get as
many credits done as possible for the general education credits so I could get
into my major more quickly. I hadn’t exactly decided where I wanted to go; my
parents had read chapter and verse to me about how useless an English degree
would be, even though I’d always done well in those classes. I was also thinking
about going into anthropology—but that, I knew, would be just as useless unless
I went to graduate school.

“It’s the weekend, Jenn!” Alicia threw herself down
onto the couch next to me. “Come on. You need to get out and have some fun.
There will be plenty of time for you to study, I swear. You can
come
with us,
have
a good time
, and get over your hangover by tomorrow. You’ll be able to
get lots and lots of studying
done,
and I
swear, I won’t even bother you to go out tomorrow night.” I thought about it; I
had to admit that Alicia had a point. I couldn’t let myself get burned out by
studying.

It wasn’t so much that I was
against
going to parties as a rule; I’d been to a few already. I
just knew that I wasn’t going to be that person at the end of the semester
worrying about failing out because I had spent all my weekends partying, and
some of the weekdays along with it. I had seen more than one of my classmates
come in hung over and thought to myself that it was stupid to go to class at
all if you couldn’t even pay attention because your head was
pounding,
and you felt like you were going to
throw up.

It had only taken me one night of drinking too much,
my second week into the semester, for me to know when I needed to stop. I
didn’t normally go out during the week, and I didn’t go out on the weekends if
I was too tired already; I hadn’t committed to going with Alicia and our other
friends, but I’d said that if I felt up to it I would.

“Besides,” Alicia said, looking up at me with her
bright eyes glinting as she continued her argument. “It’s at the Phi Kappa
house. You know it’s going to be a legit party.” I laughed. The Phi Kappa house
had always had a reputation on the campus as the rowdiest group of bad boys in
any frat.
They’d had Johnny Steele there—they’d
had so many legendary guys: partiers with the worst reputations for flirting
with girls and the best reputations for dominating in sports.
I’d mostly
stayed away from them when I could, but I couldn’t actually deny that a night
of hanging out at one of the legendary parties was appealing.

The Phi Kappa boys were the kind of guys that my
parents had always warned me about when talking about college; I had always
blown off their warnings—after all, guys were guys at the end of the day. If
they partied hard, they partied hard. I wasn’t about to let myself go falling
for one of them, but it could be a lot of fun to see them in their natural
element. And as long as the girls and I were together, it wasn’t like any of us
would be in any danger.

“Okay,” I said, rolling my eyes and sighing, even
though I grinned at Alicia. “Fine, I’ll go.” I was still tired, but it wasn’t
worth arguing with Alicia the rest of the night; I’d end up not studying either
way. “But promise me that we’ll go home before it gets super late. I don’t want
to drag my ass back into the dorms at dawn and lose all of tomorrow.”

“I swear, as soon as you’re tired of
it, we
’ll come back. Kelly is coming too, and
so is Giselle.
It’ll be so great.”
Alicia
gathered herself up off of the couch and beamed at me, almost dancing around in
her excitement. “Get a shower, slam a Red Bull, and you’ll be totally ready.” I
rolled my eyes again, grinning.

“Shouldn’t I also get dressed?” I asked. Alicia
shrugged.

“I doubt you’d be the only naked woman there if you
didn’t,” she pointed out.

“Real promising,” I told her. “Come and get me when
you guys head out.”

“We’ll come over and get you and Kelly both,” Alicia
said. “And if you try and weasel out of this, Jenn…” I gave her a shove.

“I already told you I’d go! I’m not going to back out
of it now. Let me get ready in peace, woman!” Alicia bounded out of my room,
calling another warning over her shoulder.

I finished the show I was watching on TV before I got
into the shower, thinking it was probably just going to be another lame party.
But in the back of my mind, I thought that at least I’d be able to say that I’d
actually been to a Phi Kappa party. And from what I’d heard around campus about
the guys in the frat, that was really something.
Maybe it won’t be as boring,
I thought as I washed my hair and
scrubbed my body.

I tried to decide just how I was going to dress for
the party even as I was in the shower. It wasn’t an easy decision. While I
wasn’t specifically looking to go after a guy, I didn’t really have a good idea
of how I should look if I wanted to blend in. I had heard so many rumors about
the kinds of parties that Phi Kappa
threw, and
Alicia’s joke about me not standing out if I was naked was only about halfway
joking. I shook my head, deciding that whatever else, I was not going to show
up to the party naked.

Alicia was right; after my shower and after downing a
Red Bull, I started to feel a little less exhausted. The caffeine jittered
through me while I changed into one of my skimpier outfits: a slightly flared
skirt that came up above my knees a good three or four inches, a tight low-cut
almost transparent white shirt underneath, and a pair of heeled boots. I put on
a little
makeup
and sat around with the
caffeine buzzing and crackling in my veins while I waited for the rest of my
friends to arrive. I hoped that I wouldn’t regret taking a break for the night
from studying.

I thought about the party and the fact that I, of all
people, was going to it; Phi Kappa was absolutely notorious for how crazy its
parties raged. They had been nearly disbanded a dozen times throughout the
frat’s history for underage drinking and allegations of public sex and other,
various crimes. Even though I really wanted to study, I had to admit to myself
that I was more than a little curious about what might go down. Above and
beyond the history of bad boys in the Phi Kappa frat, there was one living
legend that would almost certainly be there: Devon Sealy.

The rumors on campus said that Devon put all the rest
of the guys to shame. He was an upperclassman, a star on the school’s
basketball team, and a first-class
partier
.
I had seen him around campus; who hadn’t? And since I had gone to all of the
basketball games so far in the season, I had seen him play. But I had never
really met him. He was way outside of my reach—I was kind of a bookworm, and I
doubted that Devon had studied a day in his life; he was an
upperclassman
and I was a freshman, and I
didn’t go to parties that often. We didn’t have any classes together, so there
was no real opportunity to meet him.

As the girls started to arrive from the different
dorms, I learned that Alicia had talked a few more of our circle of friends
into coming with us to the Phi Kappa bash. Kelly, my roommate, was a junior—and
had smuggled a bottle of rum into the dorms, even though she had an underage
roommate. We all took shots to “pre-game” and joked around, knowing that even
though the flyer for the party said it started at eight, it probably wouldn’t
be really going until nine. “Oh god, you guys, what if I meet Devon?” I said,
laughing at the thought of it.

“Jenn’s brush with glory!” Giselle joked.

“It probably won’t happen,” Kelly pointed out. “I mean
he’s surrounded by girls all the time, I doubt he can even see three feet in
front of him.”

It was finally time to head over, and I had to stop
myself from feeling nervous. It was just a party after all; it wasn’t like
there was anyone there who’d even really know me other than my friends. The
other girls had dressed even skimpier than I had, and I could tell Amanda
wasn’t wearing a bra under her
skin tight
shirt. As we walked across campus, a few of the girls joked
about
how they were definitely going to get
laid or at least fool around with someone; all I wanted was
to have maybe
a drink or two, enjoy watching
people act like idiots, and go home. Even if it was illegal for me to drink
since I was under 21, it didn’t seem very much like a crime at a party like
that.

Walking up to the frat house was like walking into a
giant noise factory; even before we could see the house itself, I could feel
the bass from the sound system inside pounding through me, making my stomach
feel like jelly. I knew that I’d get used to it in a few minutes once we were
inside, but I couldn’t help getting more and more excited the closer we got.

The door was open, and there was a member of the frat,
someone in one of my survey classes, standing there in a bed sheet toga. I
fought back a spasm of giggles at the sight of him; he was always so serious in
class, it was hard to think of him as this half-drunk frat boy whose toga was
already starting to fall apart on him. “Welcome, welcome!” he shouted, raising
his hands up into the air. “Come on in, ladies—plenty of drinks to go around.”

I had been to a couple of parties on campus, even one
that one of the sororities had hosted, even though I didn’t have any intentions
of joining; but as we walked into the Phi Kappa frat house it was obvious that
it was a whole new level of debauchery. My heart was pounding in my chest along
to the bass of the music, and as I looked around I saw that most of the girls
at the party were even more scantily clad than my friends and I—some of them
were basically wearing little more than bikinis, even though it was already
starting to get chilly.

One of my friends put a red Solo cup into my hands and
I sipped from it—I wasn’t even sure what was in it, but it was some kind of
punch, with the after burn of cheap, hard alcohol. Some of the girls wandered
away, and I eventually started to get into the swing of the party, flirting
with guys who came up to me, sipping my drink—I didn’t want to get absolutely
plastered—and even dancing a little bit. It boggled my mind to see how all the
girls around me were going on, throwing themselves at the guys; some of them
were making out on the couches and I even saw some people on the stairs who
looked like they were doing everything but having sex.