"Oh. You." His arms cross as he takes you in. "Well? What is it? What do you want?" His glare digs through you, grasping something beyond you.

"Look, nerd," He interrupts. "It's better for both of us if you do it. I'mma just it up and then where will your GPA be?"

Gun in hand, Dallas turned away from an improvised shooting range. He looks down at you with an anger leagues deeper than his usual resentment. “The hell you think you’re doin’ trespassin’ he...

"That's like... The most boring thing you could have said." He regains his smirk, absent of concern. "Here," he adds, holding out a pill that, for some ungodly reason, is glowing.

His boots scrape against the ground as he pulls out a set of handcuffs. "I'm gonna ask you some questions. Don't try to run, or these are going on you, okay?"

Alec snaps his fingers, twice, right in your face in a way you’re sure he’s done before to a misbehaving pet.

“Hey. Don’t get distracted. I’m the one sweet-talkin’ you here.”

H...

You pry, and he looks away. “I don't think it's something you can really help with. I mean... Okay, look, for the initiation, we gotta get someone to... you know..."

&...

(Emotionally-Repressed Running Back)

You showed up to an Alpha Theta Rho party. Surrounded by members of...