They'd been roommates freshman year, and pledges that same time. In the last four years Pete and Teddy had done everything together, rising up the ranks of their fraternity, their popularity growing with every party. Pete was the brains of the operation, true, but Teddy pulled his weight too. He was more outgoing and naturally attracted girls, more than enough for the two brothers to share and, more often than not, to pass around to the rest of the frat as well. All that ended when Brooke transferred in their junior year. She was smart, she was pretty, she was in a sorority. Those three things were enough to stop Teddy's womanizing ways and convince him to try a little loyalty to the girl. That was all well and good, for a while at least. Everything was falling into place, Teddy was president with Pete as his VP and he had his girl, leaving the rest of the girls at the university to flock to Pete. The only issue was that Brooke had developed a bit of a crush over time.
She and Pete had started out as study buddies; they were pretty much the only two that did any work anyway, so it made sense at the time. The more time they spent together however, the closer they got, until she and Pete had become, well, friends. A girl like Brooke had never had a guy want to be friends with her, or like her for her mind as well as her body, so as they grew closer, her crush on her boyfriend's best friend grew too. He was smart, he was good looking, and he was smart. It was borderline painful trying to hold a conversation with Teddy, but Pete and she could talk, just talk, and not even have to distract themselves with making out. Which was all well and good, except the more that they didn't make out, the more she wanted to. She knew Pete would never go for it, "bros before hoes" and all that, but she couldn't help thinking about it, and she did. She thought about it constantly. That's why, that fateful night when the weirdo lady next door had shoved those drinks down their throats she acted way more drunk than she actually was. She pretty much took advantage of Pete, who was way drunker and felt terrible about the whole thing as soon as he'd sobered up and realized what'd happened. She, however, didn't feel bad at all. In fact, even though the sex hadn't been great, he was drunk after all; she'd liked it because it was with him. Feelings like that could really mess up a friendship, so she pushed them down and focused her attention on Pete, who thankfully took her back. If she'd lost him, she definitely wouldn't have gotten to spend any more time with Pete, he was avoiding her as it is.