Dean Ambrose was a little irritated about being pulled out of the Labor Day fun, but his negative feelings didn't last when Gable, who told him about the meeting, mentioned it was about the future of BPO with Kevin and Sami. Dean kissed his fiance and left her in charge of his beer, then waded his way through the sea of drunken college people to the back of House BPO.
"Look who decided to show up," Kevin muttered judgmentally from his seat behind his desk.
Dean closed the chapter room door behind him. "Drunk Gamma Pi bitches weren't letting me through, Mr. President. There's not a lot I could do."
Sami was occupied with his phone from his spot across the room in his Stamford-red beanbag chair. Kevin pulled back the curtain on the windows behind him after someone screamed in the backyard. Dean took a seat across from the desk.
"So what's up?" Ambrose asked. "You sent Gable, so it must be pretty important if you risked information with him."
Kevin shook his head lightly. "No. Just wanted to know how the recruitment process was going. The party's been going on for about two hours so I'm assuming you have a shitload of people interested."
Dean shrugged. "A few 'maybes' and a 'fuck you, whitebread', but that one was mostly my fault."
"So, what you're saying is Christian made a mistake at naming you the pledge recruiter this year?" Kevin questioned.
"Isn't it 'Rush Chair'?" Dean volleyed with his question.
"If you wanna get technical about it, sure," Sami chimed in. "Not every fraternity is exactly alike in their policies, Dean-o."
"Yeah, exactly," Kevin agreed. "It's the same shit, just a different name. We had a fuckin' King last year, which isn't a thing. Was it one of those Alpha Iota Delta jerkoffs that said something? They're always up in our shit about how we do things. Sami, I swear to God the next AID fucker to bitch about our policies..."
"Imma kill one of those assholes..." Sami muttered.
Dean spoke again. "No, I just thought it was weird. I have a friend that goes to Miami and she mentioned their BPO chapter has meetings in the Summer and do some other shit differently."
"Ok, first of all, don't compare Stamford University to the fuckin' U. Everyone knows SU is way fuckin' better than The U," Kevin stated.
Sami chuckled and mumbled an agreement. "Goolius Boozler; 'The U'. That's a good fuckin' show."
Kevin continued. "Secondly, not every goddamn chapter is going to do things the same. They just won't. Boston College makes all of its BPO brothers go to Sunday Mass. UCLA doesn't have a Labor Day party."
"Michigan State doesn't have a Halloween party," Sami added.
"That's because of some other shit that happened a few years ago," Kevin mentioned, shaking his head. "Anyway, you could've come in and talked BPO shit with us during the Summer. I haven't left campus yet. Sami was here a lot. I wouldn't have known about your pledge recruiter BS until today because Sami lost the DVD. But, come in whenever you wanna talk. Not personal shit. I don't know you like that. Maybe with Sami. He wants to be a therapist or somethin'."
"Guidance counselor," Sami corrected.
Dean furrowed his brow. "What about ZBZ then? Alexa didn't do shit during the Summer."
"We don't run ZBZ, jackass," Kevin fired back with his signature cynicism. "We're getting off-topic. How many people did you ask?"
"A few people on the football team, a few guys I didn't recognize," Dean listed, trying to recall the past few hours through his light buzz. "Uh, some British sounding mother fucker was asking me about it and-"
Kevin sat up and cut Dean off. "What British sounding mother fucker?"
Dean looked at Sami, who was staring at him just as seriously as Kevin was. "Uh, I don't know. Tall, black hair, beard stubble. His nose is crooked and he had a sleeve tatt?"
Kevin sat back. "Mother fu-"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm afraid I have some bad news!" A booming voice suddenly replaced the thumping pop music. "This party has officially been invaded by the boys of Alpha Kappa!"
Kevin and Sami jumped to their feet and bolted for the door. Dean, completely dumbfounded as to what was going on, followed the fraternity's presidents into the next room. The crowd of people was none too pleased about the music being cut off, but they didn't look as furious as Kevin and Sami did when they reached the spot where the DJ was supposed to be playing music.
Instead of CJ Parker bringing in the good vibes with his music, the same ceiling-high Brit Dean had met before was standing behind the equipment. The man had a crooked grin etched over his face while Kevin and Sami screamed at the two men flanking their supposed leader.
"Gentlemen," the man spoke into a microphone to ensure every unfortunate soul at BPO could hear him. "There's no need for anger. I come here in peace. Just a little friendly banter between houses."
"Friendly banter when I put my boot up your ass!" Kevin barked, getting nose-to-nose with one of the cronies.
Dean stayed a few steps back from the DJ booth just in case things got physical. He would've otherwise bum-rushed all three men and fought valiantly for the honor of his house, but a tiny pair of arms snaked around his waist and kept him from doing anything rash.
"What's going on?" Alexa asked.
Dean didn't answer. He shook his head and waited for either the situation to simmer or the 'go-ahead' to start swinging.
The Brit cleared his throat and spoke. "As some of you are unaware, my name is Wade Barrett. I am the acting president of Stamford's classiest fraternity, Alpha Kappa. I am enjoying your little shindig here. I've already been asked to join BPO by your Rush Chair!"
"Lawd, help you," came a sassy Southern accent from the back of the room. The sea of people parted like Moses himself had done the honors. Instead of the Biblical figure, a buxom blonde in a white sundress and wide-brimmed hat made her way across the floor, flanked by other women dressed similarly.
"Miss Evans, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Barrett asked the woman.
Miss Evans spoke. "Well, honey, I almost could've sworn you was talkin' about Alpha Kappa bein' classy. But I assure you there ain't no classier house than that of Mu Nu Chi, Mr. Barrett..." She paused to look about the room in disgust. "Certainly classier than the nasties of Beta Pi Omega."
"Oi, an' who the 'ell are you callin' nasty, ya minging cunt?" From the back patio came a heavy Australian accent. A dirt blonde clad in a leather jacket with metal studs pushed her way through the crowd.
Miss Evans gave the other woman a once over. "Miss Ripley, that kind of language ain't too ladylike."
Ripley smirked. "Would you like me to show you how much of a woman I am, m'lady?"
Miss Evans recoiled in disgust. Ripley threw her head back with a wild cackle.
"MNC ain't shite, mate," Ripley quickly added. "Omicron Pi is where the fun's at."
Alexa pushed between the two women. "Zeta Beta Zeta is allied with Beta Pi Omega. We can't have you fishing for pledges here."
"I ain't fishing, sweetheart," Ripley shot back. "I'm here to create an alliance of me own with MNC."
Miss Evans threw open a hand fan and used it to create a cool breeze over her face. "All these nasties are makin' me sweat. It ain't ladylike to ruin my makeup."
Dean finally walked to the stage. Barrett sneered down at him with a grin. Dean swiped the microphone from the man and bumped into him with his chest. Barrett clenched his fists at his sides.
Dean raised the mic to his mouth. "Get the fuck out of my house, bitch."
A low groan sounded over the crowd. Barrett looked out at the ocean of onlookers, his face twisted with anger. Dean stood as still as a statue, waiting once again for the simmer of the 'go-ahead'.
"Eh!" A group of rough-looking boys made their way through the crowd. The leader, with his bubbly fiance by his side, was Finn Balor. "We got a problem here?"
"Lemme guess, you're here on behalf of the Irish fraternity?" Kevin yelled back.
Finn shook his head. "Naw. I'm jus' lookin' fer a fight, me."
Becky Lynch rolled her eyes. "Fer fuck's sake, lad." She muttered under her breath.
Ripley made eye contact with Alexa. Alexa stood her ground. Ripley gave the petite brunette a once-over, then switched her focus to Miss Evans and gave her a wink. Evans groaned in disgust again. Ripley retreated the way she came, walking backward while scanning her eyes over both Alexa and Evans.
Miss Evans snapped her fingers in the air, having lost interest in the situation, and turned around to leave.
Dean stared down Barrett, neither willing to give any ground to the other. Dean knew fighting with another fraternity's president was more than likely going to get him in a world of shit, but standing up to people he considered his brothers, both in a fraternity sense and literal sense when it came to Roman and Seth, was more important at the moment.
"Excuse me," Drew McIntyre made his way to the booth, his cold stare locked on Barrett. "I don't like the way yer lookin' at my friend here."
Braun Strowman, Adam Cole, Luke Harper, Luke Gallows, Zack Ryder, and Roman Reigns all gathered around Kevin, Sami, and Dean. Barrett looked at the two men he had with him, then chuckled.
"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, mate," Barrett told Kevin and Sami. "I'll leave you to your party..." Barrett got in Dean's face again. "But be sure that this is not the last you see of me."
Dean smirked. "I'm sure it'll keep me up at night," he shot back sarcastically.
Barrett stepped out from behind the DJ equipment. He gradually retreated from the house with his backup close behind. Dean handed the microphone back to CJ, who was quick to start the club music again. With the high tension in the air, LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" seemed a little inappropriate, but the beer and good vibes were quick to flow again thanks to the music.
Kevin, Sami, and Dean headed back for the chapter room.
"Ok, what the fuck was that?" Dean paced around the room, mostly to keep his anger under control, but more so because his adrenaline had spiked and he couldn't relax if he tried.
"Wade fucking Barrett," Kevin told, standing near his desk with Sami. "He's the Alpha Kappa President. Those two fuckheads with him were Tim Thatcher and Ridge Holland. Alpha Kappa is a fucking joke."
"Alpha Kappa only likes starting shit with other houses," Sami added. He threw his hand towards the door. "As you can fuckin' see, he's on his shit again."
"Wonderful," Dean shook his head. "What about the tomboy and the chick with the hat?"
"Rhea Ripley and Lacey Evans," Kevin sounded a little overly frustrated when he said that. "Both are Juniors but Lacey is a legacy, so they gave her the Presidency a year early."
"What did Ripley do to get it early?" Dean asked.
Kevin shook his head. "Probably killed and ate the last bitch. Who the fuck knows? The one thing I didn't want to fuckin' happen this year fuckin' happened. Christian didn't have to deal with AK bullshit! But here we fuckin' are!"
"So we go over there and kick their asses!" Dean suggested with loud hostility.
"We can't," Sami said. "The second we try anything, they'll go to John Laurinaitis and get the entire Greek Row shut down for fuck knows how long."
"They've done it before," Kevin mentioned.
Dean sighed. "What have they done? Bitched us out to Student Affairs?"
Kevin nodded. "Student Affairs fucking hates us. Every time something goes wrong or someone gets too drunk and gets a DUI, it always comes back on us."
Sami continued the narrative. "During our Freshman year, this group of girls got fucked up and crashed their car into the side of a fuckin' Wendy's or something. They mentioned they were at a party before, and AK pointed their fingers at us. The thing is, BPO didn't have a fuckin' party the night it happened. The chapter president answered the door when the cops came around in his boxers at nine pm. Nine fucking pm!"
"Laurinaitis shut down BPO activity for the rest of the year," Kevin said. "Then threatened the rest of Greek Row with the same shit if they got caught having parties. Last year was literally the only year we didn't have any trouble with AK or Laurinaitis."
Dean shook his head. "So what do we do? We just sit around and let that douchebag do what he wants?"
"What do you suggest?" Sami snapped. "Mr. Pledge Chair 'I Think I'm Special Because I Act Badass'."
Dean thought for a moment, trying to think of an idea that could get them a one-up on AK, but keep them out of trouble. It was tough to find a solution that didn't involve bodily harm, arson, or multiple felonies tethered together. There was always the non-violent approach, which Dean hated to consider, but that was usually the right way to go anyway.
"We outdo them," Ambrose stated after a moment of silence. "Every party we throw has some bonkers-ass theme. We have the biggest block parties every single month. We won't have to do a crazy theme every weekend. Just little ones here and there, and then, like, 'sexy cheerleaders' night or some shit."
Kevin and Sami shared a look, then each nodded. "Not bad, Ambrose," Kevin admitted. "But you're still a little fucking puke for not getting anybody interested yet."
Dean nodded. "Don't worry. I'll get more people interested before the night is over."
"You fucking better," Kevin said. "Oh, one more thing: BPO is mine and Sami's house. If you ever refer to it as yours again, I'll make you do 'bows and toes 'til you fucking cry."
With that, Dean bowed out of the chapter room. He quickly found his future bride in the kitchen, offered her a heavy kiss, then resumed partying like the confrontation in the living room hadn't happened.
Sigma Nu's Labor Day party wasn't as filled to the brim with people like the neighboring BPO up the street. The video game tournaments during each party brought in its fair share of students from all walks of life, Seth Rollins and Toni Storm included. This time around, the game in question was Call of Duty: Black Ops 2. Seth faced off against Toni and two other students in a four-person free-for-all. Seth was top notch at this game, having played it countless times with Dean and Roman, and easily held the lead for the majority of the round.
Seth cackled. "Toni, tell me you didn't seriously just try to snipe me with a freakin' bazooka."
Toni hit the fire button again. "I sure did, mate. You won't see it comin' next time!"
The final seconds started to wind down in the round. Seth was too far ahead for anyone to catch up. Seth stood, spreading his arms very braggadociously as he declared himself the all-time champion. Toni, taking the brief window of opportunity, jumped from atop a car in-game and sniped Seth's character with a throwing ax.
"Oh! Play of the game from Toni Storm in the final seconds!" Kofi commentated.
E added. "Not enough to secure the 'W' but enough to earn some serious brownie points with the boys."
Seth and Toni got up to let others have a turn. Seth shook his head, a massive smile on his face.
"Couldn't take the loss so you had to cheap shot me, Storm?" Seth teased. "It's just like football practice."
Toni's eyes widened with her grin. "Oh, is that what you think, Rollins? How about we have a friendly tackling drill out on the front lawn then?"
Seth shrugged. "I kinda hurt my hand handing you that 'L' a second ago, so I can't..."
Toni lightly shoved Rollins. "Likely excuse, Seth."
Seth's phone buzzed. He read the notification from Dean, then a follow-up from Roman.
"Whoa," Seth said out loud. "Looks like some shit went down at BPO... what the hell is a 'nasty'?"
Toni glanced at Seth's phone. "I don't think it means somethin' nice."
"Shit happens as soon as we leave," Seth pocketed his phone. "I blame you."
Toni grinned. "Oh yeah? How about we head back to BPO? I reckon your turn in the table pong tournament is comin' up."
"Beer pong, dude," Seth corrected with a chuckle. "You've got a lot to learn about beer and parties."
"Like you do with takin' an arse kickin' from a girl?" Toni fired back.
Seth led the way out of Sigma Nu, then slowed his pace to walk side-by-side with his teammate.
"How do you like it here?" Seth asked, silently wishing he'd brought a jacket with him. "Like, shit must be different here than back home."
Toni nodded. "It's alright. The size of yer sodas is crazy stupid. No wonder everyone's blood sugar is through the roof."
"Mine's from tequila, to be fair," Seth commented.
"I do miss me folks," Toni continued with her thought. "I was planning on going to university back home, but then they mentioned it'd be good for me to travel, so they scraped money together to get me a flight out here. I got a transfer to SU and here I am."
"Here you are. Do you think you made the right choice coming out here?"
"Oh, for sure," Toni agreed. "I love football. I love the relaxed feel to the campus here. Everyone is nice... well, most are. Others will constantly bitch about me kickin' their arse."
Seth chuckled. "You're lucky I like you or I'd kick your ass, Storm."
Toni slapped a hand over Seth's back. "Oh, no you won't. I've seen yer tackling form. You're better off tackling a stationary car than me."
Seth rolled his eyes and shook his head, prompting another laugh from his teammate.
Throughout her time at BPO with her girlfriend for the Labor Day party, Becky Lynch could honestly say she hadn't gone more than a few minutes without catching the eye of Charlotte goddamn Flair. Becky would be drinking out on the patio with Sonya; Charlotte would be eyeing her from within a group of people. Becky would be doing shots with Dean and Alexa; Charlotte would be drinking a mixed drink at the end of the room. Becky would be carelessly dancing with her girl; Charlotte would be swaying with a random boy just to be closer to Becky. Becky wasn't even sure if it was a crush anymore and she had a borderline stalker to worry about.
The incident earlier in the day hadn't escaped Becky's mind either. She thought drinking, dancing, and holding onto Sonya would clear her head, but it hadn't. Becky still felt Charlotte's lips on hers and thought about it a lot. She wondered if the lingering looks from her ex-best friend meant she was ready for a more serious relationship, but Becky knew alcohol was at play right now and that always was the excuse for Charlotte.
Sonya pecked her lips under Becky's ear. "Love you, baby," she whispered, wrapping one arm securely around Lynch's waist.
There was also Sonya, who Becky cared for dearly. There's nothing short of murder that Becky wouldn't do for her. Granted, she hadn't known her for very long and only just now started seeing the flaws in her character, but the jealousy and mild temper was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. Becky meant it every time she told Sonya she loved her. She just didn't know how to handle two women wanting her at once, as history would prove.
Becky, staring hard at Charlotte, moved her lips towards Sonya's ear. "I love you more, my love," she whispered, pecking the side of Sonya's jaw.
Charlotte angrily polished off the rest of her bottle of beer. Seeing Becky with anyone that wasn't her had been killing Charlotte lately, especially if that someone was a liar and a manipulator. Becky taking Sonya's word over hers hurt Charlotte, though she somewhat understood why she did it. Still, if Becky was just going to be with Sonya over Charlotte, why was she staring her down while she kissed her girlfriend? Was it a way to send the message to Charlotte that they couldn't be together? Was Becky trying to piss Charlotte off? Because that was working. Charlotte wanted to tear Becky's hair out just as bad as she wanted to tear her clothes off.
Charlotte set her bottle aside. She returned Becky's stare, then lightly dragged the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Becky's brow twitched, showing the blonde her attention was fully on her. Charlotte puckered her lips, then pointed a finger at the ceiling, silently telling Becky she was heading upstairs. Becky watched Charlotte leave the room, a noticeable sway in her hips.
Becky, feeling a fire in her core, pressed a kiss to Sonya's lips. "I'll be back, ok? Bathroom."
Sonya squeezed Becky's elbow. "Hurry back, babe."
Becky hurried into the foyer. She glanced back at the upstairs catwalk overlooking the room. Charlotte, a bright Cheshire smile on display, silently motioned to Becky with a crooked finger. Becky, laughing gleefully, took the steps two at a time. Charlotte sauntered down the hall, Becky hot on her heels. Flair stepped into an unoccupied bedroom. Becky flew in behind her, slamming the door shut as she cupped Charlotte's cheeks and forcefully kissed her.
"Hi," Charlotte cooed between smooches, pulling Becky deeper into the room.
Becky kept her eyes closed and her lips pushed to Charlotte's. Her tongue tasted the rum and Coke on her friend's breath. Becky's fire only grew hotter with each kiss, moan, and tiny grope from Charlotte.
Charlotte fell back on the bed, pulling Becky on top of her. At this point, Becky wondered if it was lust or booze that was making her do this. Despite that, she knew she wanted it. She'd craved Charlotte for a long time. Charlotte did as well, or she wouldn't have led Becky on this months-long quest in deciding whether or not they were going to hook up.
Charlotte broke the kiss. Her emerald green eyes stared into dark-brown hypnotic blinders.
"Break up with Sonya and be with me," Charlotte whispered, running her fingers through Becky's orange hair.
Becky smirked. "You sure t'is isn't t'e drink talkin', Char?"
"A hundred percent sure," Charlotte unbuttoned her jean shorts. "Becky, please... please!"
Becky pulled Charlotte shorts off. Instead of untying Flair's swimsuit bottoms, Becky pulled her shorts off, leaving both girls in their swimsuit bottoms. Charlotte sat up, forced her lips against Becky's, then rolled the both of them over so she was on top instead.
Becky's breath caught in her throat when her head hit the pillow. Charlotte tangled their legs together, bringing herself in for more kisses. Becky moaned heavily into Charlotte's kiss. Flair ground her hips against Becky's, causing wild friction that sent both women crazy.
"Do you feel how fucking serious I am?" Charlotte growled, gyrating her hips faster.
Becky peeled off her top, then her bikini top. Charlotte kissed and licked Becky's breasts, tugging on each nipple with her teeth.
Charlotte sat up but kept grinding herself against Becky.
"Holy fuck!" Charlotte cried out. Thankfully, the music downstairs drowned her out.
Becky could feel her end fastly approaching. She gripped tightly to Charlotte's hips, praying to God she didn't slow down. Charlotte swayed her hips faster, causing more friction and bringing her orgasm closer.
A sudden bang against the bedroom door caused Charlotte to jump out of bed. Becky threw her t-shirt on just as the door swung open.
"Oh, shit! Sorry!" Curtis Axel quickly stepped into the hallway and shut the door again.
Charlotte, on wobbly legs, sat against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Becky held her hands over her eyes, the seriousness of the situation hitting her all at once like a semi.
Charlotte took a deep breath. "Was... uh, was that doing anything for you? Because..."
Becky simply nodded, baiting a chuckle from Charlotte.
"Fuck!" Charlotte cursed, shaking her head. "Fucking Axel... Becky, I was so fucking close..."
"I know," Becky muttered. Though the moment had been ruined, she was still feeling the effects of nearly reaching the peak she craved with Charlotte's help. Or, as Becky was now realizing, cheating on her girlfriend who was downstairs.
Charlotte found her discarded jean shorts and slid them back on. Becky finally uncovered her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to look at Charlotte.
"I meant what I said," Charlotte told from the side of the bed. "I really do think you should break up with Sonya and be with me. Maybe then we could fuck and not get interrupted right before the good part."
Becky stayed silent.
Charlotte thought for a minute, then continued talking. "I'm... sorry about what I put you through. I was trying to figure out why I was so attracted to you while my life was falling apart. I was still heartbroken over Ro, my dad is almost in prison, and I barely passed finals. Falling for my best friend wasn't something I expected. But..."
Becky sighed heavily again, feeling her chest tighten in both sadness in Charlotte's words and anger at herself.
"I want you," Charlotte admitted. "Baby, I need you so fucking bad. I don't know if I'm ready to tell others, but I think starting with you is a good start. It's not even sex or kissing. Just being with you feels fucking amazing. I would want to be just your friend if that were possible, but I want to be able to hug you and give you little kisses before bed. Fuck, Beck, you fucked me up more than you realize."
Becky chuckled dryly. "Yeah? I just cheated on me girlfriend with you."
Charlotte nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."
Becky finally sat up but she still couldn't look at Charlotte.
"What are you thinking right now?" Charlotte asked. "Please be honest. You don't have to feel the same. I just want to know."
Becky wiped a few tears out of her eyes. "Right now? Part of me wants to go back to yer apartment and finish what we started. But t'e other part wants to go downstairs and be wit' Sonya."
Charlotte frowned. "Which part is winning?"
"I'm here with you, aren't I?"
Charlotte grinned slightly. "Really? Do you mean that? Like, actually?"
Becky nodded. "I want you more than you could understand. But..."
"Sonya."
"Right."
Charlotte got to her feet. Becky allowed Charlotte to kiss her again, even letting a few wandering fingers to caress her midsection and touch her cheek.
"Take your time, ok?" Charlotte said, softly tracing her fingers over Becky's jawline. "You've been patient with me this whole time. I won't make you hurry."
Becky shared one more kiss with Charlotte. Though in her chest, Charlotte wanted to stay and continue the fun, she pulled herself from the room.
Charlotte turned away from the bedroom. As she started to think herself over, she spotted Roman and his new girlfriend coming down the hall.
"Hey!" Charlotte said, caught off-guard.
"Hey, Charlotte," Roman returned, offering a smile. "I was just telling Tessa about Lake Wallenpaupack."
"Yeah, that was a great time," Charlotte said, though she remembered a lot of drama happening that weekend.
"Sounds like it," Tessa said, a noticeable nervous tone in her voice.
Charlotte tilted her head. "You still look so familiar. It's crazy. What's your last name?"
"Um..."
"Blanchard," Roman said.
Charlotte furrowed her brow. "Huh... no, I can't think of it. I'm sure it'll jump out at me."
The bedroom door opened. Becky stumbled out, tripping on her own two feet. She cursed under her breath in Gaelic, then realized she wasn't alone and stood straight up.
"Hello," Becky chuckled nervously. "Erm... I was tryna sleep off me drunken stupor, but it didn't work."
"I know the feeling," Roman said.
Becky slipped past everyone and headed for the stairs. Charlotte watched Becky leave, then almost burst out laughing when she noticed that Becky's shorts were on backward.
Charlotte shrugged. "Well, I'll see you guys later. Better get back down there and drink until I fall over."
Roman and Tessa said goodbye. When they were sure Charlotte was out of sight, Roman guided Tessa into an empty bedroom.
In his young career at SU, Dean had already built somewhat of a reputation when it came to drinking and causing trouble with or around his BPO brethren. Last year saw the young Ambrose breaking a glass bottle of whiskey over someone's face, stealing beer from a group of cheerleaders, winning a beer pong tournament, and kissing one of the aforementioned cheerleaders while fleeing the scene. That being said, this year was much less violent, meaning Dean was able to stay much longer and really enjoy all the hype around this kick-off party for SU's 2018-19 school year.
The only hype not related to the party was the turf war of sorts between Greek houses a few hours beforehand. Kevin and Sami talked a big game and promised everyone they'd "crack skulls" if Barrett or any of his buddies showed up again. Dean, if anybody asked, just waved it off as AK being a bunch of jackasses for no reason but on the inside, he wanted to burn down the home belonging to the British assholes and piss in the ashes to send them a message
Dean downed his latest shot of burning liquor. Within arms reach, also throwing back shots, was his best friend Seth, Freshman Adam Cole, D-line hybrid mega-star Drew McIntyre, and Zack Ryder. Roman had gone off to God knows where with Tessa a few minutes before and hadn't been seen since. Bayley, when she wasn't talking with Alexa or her other ZBZ sisters, cheered Zack on in hopes he'd end his night early so she could get some rest before class the next day.
Dean knocked back his chaser to soothe his throat from the burning liquor. "Like I was saying," Dean said to Adam and Drew. "BPO is a fucking great fraternity to rush. Trust me. Everyone here is like family. Kev and Sami will give you shit, but they're supposed to. BPO looks great on resumes too. So, like, if you wanna work at a fast food place with clowns or own a business, you can brag about being part of one of the bigger Greek houses in the US."
The comment about clowns made Adam chuckle. "What about Kings? Or redheads with pigtails and dead eyes?"
"Sure, but you get my point, right?" Dean continued. "BPO is full of opportunity. I had a chance to do an apprenticeship at this accounting firm this Summer just because the branch manager was a BPO alum."
"Did you do it?" Adam asked.
Dean shook his head. "No. I had my family's businesses to help with and I was never really good with numbers. I have that eidetic memory bullshit, but math was never fucking easy."
Adam shrugged. "I'll admit, I was kinda lookin' at some places to rush and I wasn't sure about BPO. But then you fuckin' guys started a turf war, so I thought I had to get in on that action."
Dean stuck his hand out. "Does that mean you'll rush?"
"Can I bring my buds?" Adam asked.
"The more, the better."
Adam shook hands with Dean. "Consider it done, Ambrose."
Dean looked to the tall Scottsman next. "Drew? It's never too later to rush. I know you're a junior, but Zack was a Sophomore when he rushed. It's never too late."
Drew nodded slowly. "I'll think about it. We'll see how I handle class and football and all that. Then we'll see."
"No rush on your rush, big man," Dean reached for his bottle of beer but noticed it was gone from its previous spot. Dean looked around until he saw Bayley's bashful smile. The hugger pointed to the other side of the room where Dean spotted his fiance holding his bottle of cold brew; Dean knew it was his since the label was peeled back and he sometimes picked at the beer label.
Alexa flashed her boyfriend a grin, taking a pull from his bottle of beer.
Dean chuckled. "Gentlemen," he said to the others. "I'll be back in a moment."
Alexa tilted her head to the side, showing a more sassy smirk with perched eyebrows.
"Can I help you?" Bliss asked.
Dean shook his head. "You stole my beer. Who steals beer from people? Like, really?"
"Girls way out of your league," Alexa fired back flirtatiously.
"You definitely are that," Dean had to admit. He pulled Alexa into a side hug, taking his beer back while she was momentarily distracted. "See how easy it is to get the beer back? All you had to do was smile, distract me, then grab it back."
"Right. And how things actually played out was much worse?"
Dean shook his head. "No. I got to see you naked a few times."
"A few," Alexa repeated with a laugh.
BPO's beer pong tournament was down to its last two teams: Dean and Zack vs the Freshman duo of Otis and Tucker. Seth and Roman were eliminated when Roman failed to arrive on time for his turn. Kevin and Sami were eliminated by accident when Charly Caruso spilled beer on her shirt and made it partially see-through, making Sami lose focus and miss his shot; Charly later admitted her accident may have been on purpose. Mandy tried to flirt with Dean a little to throw his game off, but he was past that part of his life and made each shot against Alexa's old nemesis with ease.
Dean and Zack had only one cup left on their side; Otis and Tucker had three. Zack was blinking rapidly, trying to stop the backyard from spinning around him. Dean was drunk and loving that fact, but he knew he had a job to do and he was going to do it as if his life depended on it.
Tucker tossed his ball through the air. It hit the rim of Dean and Zack's cup, then bounced off into the crowd. A groan sounded over the crowd.
Otis, muttering to himself with wide eyes, dunked his ball into a cup of water before taking his shot.
"I require silence!" The short thick boy called out in his own Farley-esque way of speaking.
Tucker waved his arms down like he was a QB trying to quiet the crowd. Otis looked over at Mandy, who was surprisingly glancing back with a noticeable look of affection in her eye.
"FOR MY PEACH!" Otis cried, throwing his ball across the table.
Dean and Zack watched threw their drunkenness and the cheers from the crowd as the white ping-pong ball hit nothing but water. The crowd erupted in cheers. Dean threw his hands up in frustration, while Zack yelled out and dropped to his knees. Otis and Tucker hugged each other, screaming and yelling with the surrounding crowd congratulating them.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Dean exclaimed to the heavens.
Mandy approached Otis. "Good throw. You played really well. You're Otis, right?"
Otis, at a loss for words, mumbled incoherently while Mandy watched on with mild concern. Tucker slapped his buddy on the back and spoke for him.
"Sorry, miss. Little brother forgets the English language when pretty girls talk to him."
"Purty lady," Otis agreed.
"Well, congratulations, Otis," Mandy pecked the shot boy on his cheek. "Welcome to SU, by the way."
Otis, frozen like a statue, stared off into the distance like he'd been hit with a curse. Tucker slapped his buddy on the back, praising him for earning a look from Mandy.
"Shit!" Zack cursed, shaking his head. "How the fuck did we lose, bro? I fuckin' had it down!"
"Otis! Tucker!" Dean called out to the winners of the tournament. "You guys decide to rush yet?"
Tucker shrugged. "We've thought about it. Why?"
"You wanna rush BPO? We could use two guys like you."
Tucker looked to his best friend. "What do you say, Doze? Wanna rush BPO?"
Otis snapped from his trance. He pumped his fist over his head like he was pulling the horn in a truck. "Oh yeah, Tucky! Doze and Tuckaay rushin' BPO!"
"I'll take that as a yes," Dean stated with a grin.
With the night winding down around Greek Row, Alexa managed to sneak Dean away from his BPO brothers for a moment to themselves. Though their actual first anniversary wasn't for a few more days, Dean and Alexa both considered the night of this annual party to officially mark the date they started seeing each other, even if history showed the morning after from last year's party was far from something a young couple in love would do.
Alexa, walking slightly ahead of her boyfriend with her excitement making her hurry, held Dean tightly by the hand. She guided him through the main floor House ZBZ and up the stairs to the second level. Instead of stopping at the end of the hall where Dean and Alexa had fun before, the tiny cheerleader brought her future husband to a dead end. Puzzled, Dean watched in surprise when Alexa stuck a key in the wall and unlocked a secret door designed to look like part of the wall.
"Ok, now I'm convinced you're a secret agent of some kind," Dean quipped, softly embracing his fiance from behind.
Alexa pushed open the secret door into the President's Suite. The bedroom was the biggest in the house, having a king-sized bed, a flat-screen TV, a full bathroom, and a window that overlooked the backyard. What caught Dean's eye about the room most of all, was the rose petals leading from the door to the bed and the massive "Happy Anniversary" banner hanging over the far wall. Dean grinned, then chuckled once noticing more rose petals on the bed and a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries with whipped cream.
"Holy shit, Lex," Dean couldn't begin to imagine all the work that went into this. In his darkest days, he did sometimes think Alexa didn't want him anymore. Dean was ashamed to think like that, especially now since it was clear that Alexa was still absolutely crazy for him.
Alexa simply smiled, running her fingers over Dean's chest then sliding his leather jacket off his shoulders. Dean beamed a grin, seeing the desire in his girlfriend's eyes while she lifted his t-shirt made his heart, and a second-place, swell from the thought alone of what she had in store.
Once Dean's shirt fell to the floor, his grin faltered for hardly a moment, but it was long enough for Alexa to notice.
"What's wrong?" Alexa asked softly, dragging her fingertips over Dean's toned arms and shoulders.
Dean chuckled lightly. "I dunno. Part of me feels like I don't deserve this. Like, after all the bullshit I put you through and this is what I get."
"Dean, I'm only going to tell you this one more time," Alexa spoke, her words soft but serious. "I forgive you. I'm not upset about that anymore. I did this for you because of all the good things we've been through in the last twelve months. If you don't understand that I want you and only you forever and that I'm the luckiest girl on Earth..."
"I'm way luckier," Dean muttered, his grin returning to his face.
Alexa unbuckled Dean's pants, letting them fall around his ankles.
"Hi," Alexa cooed, drawing the word out seductively. "Someone's excited."
"It's the strawberries; They're my favorite," Dean quipped, baiting a breathy giggle from his lover.
Alexa took Dean by the hand again. She led him to the bed, then sat him down on the edge. Dean leaned forward, but Alexa stopped him by pressing her index finger against his lips.
"Wait here," Alexa instructed. She hurried to the bathroom before Dean had a chance to argue.
Dean kicked off his shoes. He inspected the bowl of strawberries, wondering if Alexa would notice if he stole a few while she was in the bathroom. Dean decided against it since he knew Alexa loved them a lot more than he did and he didn't want to ruin whatever she had planned for them.
Alexa was taking a little longer than Dean thought she would. His excitement wasn't going anywhere. Just the thought alone of being with Alexa was enough to keep his focus on his fiance.
The bathroom door finally opened. Dean's face lost all expression. Alexa stepped out of the bathroom, a bright and toothy grin stretching across her face. The pixie had her hair pulled back into twin messy pigtails. The goddess' nude body was hardly covered by a dark purple see-through nightie with white furry trim at the collar and bottom hem. Dean blinked. Alexa dropped her head to hide a giggle.
"Holy fuck," Dean muttered.
Alexa sauntered across the room towards Dean, her hands folded behind her back. Dean melted into Alexa, bringing her close into his lap. Alexa draped her arms around Dean's neck, finally pushing her lips against his. Neither young adult was in a hurry to get started. Dean and Alexa gradually kissed each other, touching and feeling every part of each other's bodies not covered in clothing.
Dean laid back, bringing Alexa down on top of him. Dean's hands slid to Alexa's ass. Alexa bit down on Dean's lower lip, moaning lightly as he squeezed his hands.
"Strawberry?" Alexa offered, straddling Dean's lap to reach her desired fruit.
Dean opened his mouth to accept the sweet treat. Alexa fed Dean a strawberry, then took one for herself.
Dean smirked. "You're so beautiful, babe."
"Think so?" Alexa pulled her nightie over her head. "What do you think now?"
Dean brought a hand to Alexa's breast. He moved his thumb over her nipple piercing. Alexa breathed a light moan, but her heart grew in size when Dean's fingertips traced the white ink tattoo over her heart. Alexa did the same with Dean's tattoo, drawing the design with her fingertips.
"You wanna know why you deserve something like this?" Alexa asked, resting her palm against Dean's chest tattoo.
"I seriously don't deserve this," Dean admitted.
Alexa leaned over Dean to kiss him again. "Because, every time we fight or argue, you always find a way to make it up to me. I know you think you're still the jerk you were in Florida, but I've never met a sweeter person in my life. You are stubborn and sarcastic and can be a pain sometimes, but there isn't another man I've ever met that I would want to replace you with. You're my everything, Dean Ambrose."
Dean grinned. "You're just sweet-talking me to get in my pants."
Alexa feathered a hand over Dean's crotch. "Aren't I already in them?"
"Over them, technically," Dean joked. Alexa pushed her hand inside Dean's briefs. Dean inhaled sharply. "There you go, darlin'. Now you are."
Alexa pulled Dean's briefs to his knees. Dean pecked Alexa on the lips. Alexa gently pushed Dean back down to his back, then pressed her lip against his neck. Alexa kissed Dean's chest, then his stomach, and then sat back and grabbed the bottle of whipped cream.
"I was wondering what that was for," Dean chuckled.
Alexa sprayed some cream in her mouth. "I love whipped cream," she sprayed some into Dean's mouth. "They go great with strawberries," Alexa coated Dean's partially erect cock with whipped cream also.
Dean moaned heavily. Alexa's tongue dragged up and down his member, licking up the creamy dessert topping she covered him in. Alexa kissed the tip of Dean's stiff member, but instead of stimulating him with her mouth as Dean needed, she laid beside him and helped herself to more strawberries.
"Ok, so I thought that was fucking hot," Dean groaned, trying to even out his breathing again.
"Oh yeah?" Alexa giggled.
"I think we have something fun to tell Dr. Maddox on Wednesday."
Alexa laughed. "No, babe. What we do in a bedroom has nothing to do with that."
Dean nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he swiped the canister from his fiance. Dean covered Alexa in the cream as well but coated her breasts, abs, and privates in it.
Alexa rustled her fingers through Dean's hair. His tongue lapped up the creamy topping from her boobs, then he switched to licking and kissing her midsection. Alexa sighed heavily when Dean's mouth finally found her below the waist. Unlike Alexa did, Dean didn't stop after the cream was gone. Alexa closed her eyes and scratched her fingers over Dean's scalp.
Becky Lynch's night was coming to an end finally. That fire, the one that caused her to break her girlfriend's trust in the worst way, was ironically extinguished by that very same girl a few moments prior. Sonya was the first to make a move the second she and Becky returned to their shared dorm room. The guilt almost made Becky's experience less enjoyable, but she was able to push that away to have a moment with Sonya.
Becky sat on the edge of her bed, the moonlight and her filthy conscious the only thing covering her. Sonya lay sound asleep behind the redhead, completely unaware of her girlfriend's adultery. Becky kissed her fingertips and brushed them over Sonya's tattooed forearm. The tired and torn Irishwoman picked up her phone and slipped into the bathroom.
After a moment to herself, Becky stepped in front of the sink to wash her hands. She glanced at the reflective glass hanging above the basin, but she didn't recognize the woman staring back at her. The reflection's eyes look heavy and tired, the opposite of the bright and cheerful they usually were.
This was the second time Becky cheated on a significant other. The first time around was during a "break" and wasn't technically her fault since she was being manipulated by a woman who didn't even have feelings for her. That resulted in the decay and eventual loss of a relationship with a girl Becky truly thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with. But tonight wasn't the same as last year; Becky did it on purpose with only her own feelings in mind. Becky cheated on Sonya and nothing was going to change that.
Becky's phone buzzed on the countertop. Peering from the corner of her eye, Becky saw an image of her ex-best friend in her SU Titans Women's Basketball uniform with the title "Char" on display in white blocky text.
Becky, after closing the bathroom door and switching on the fan, tapped the green 'Accept' button. "Hey..."
"Hey, Bex. I thought you'd be in bed," Charlotte's voice was low and hushed like she was whispering and didn't want anyone to hear her.
"About to be. Why are you still awake?"
"I've been thinking about before... ya know?"
"Yeah, I do," Becky sighed.
"I was kinda hoping you'd come over..."
Becky chuckled lightly. "Yeah? How come?"
"You know why, Bex..."
Becky smiled, biting her bottom lip gently. "A little kissin' got you worked up, eh?"
Charlotte snickered. "Kissing? Baby, I think you forgot the other stuff we did."
"I like that," Becky admitted. "When ya call me 'baby'. I like how it sounds."
"Good... I miss you."
Becky closed her eyes. "I know, luv."
"What are you doing?" Charlotte asked.
"Standin' in me bathroom."
"What are you wearing?"
Becky laughed once, then quickly silenced herself to keep from waking Sonya. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious."
Becky glanced down at her nude body. "Erm, nothin'. Just me birthday suit."
"I'm so fucking jealous Sonya gets to see it whenever she wants."
Becky shared a disapproving glance with her other self via the mirror. "I know, Char."
There was a moment of silence before Charlotte spoke again. "So, tell me, what would we be doing right now if we were together and you weren't wearing clothes?"
Becky grinned. "'Cuse you?"
"Tell me," Charlotte cooed. "I wanna know what you'd do if we were in the same room and we were naked."
"Are you naked now?"
"...maybe."
Becky bit her lower lip again, envisioning the unbelievable stunning sight of Charlotte's perfect anatomy. "I'd kiss you first. Lick yer lips. Taste your lip gloss. Bite yer neck, leave little bruises."
Charlotte giggled. "Mmmm, what else?"
"Tease ya. Kiss those perfect tits of yers. Suck yer tits. I love yer body, babe."
"Jesus, Bex. That's so fucking hot."
Becky's reflection stared at her with a hate-fueled glare. It took Becky a moment to realize the woman in the mirror wasn't another person giving her a disapproving glance, but rather herself hating her for what she was doing.
Becky inhaled deeply. "Touch you. I want you to feel me fingers on yer skin. Touching you all over."
"Oh fuck..."
"Between yer legs..."
"Yeah?"
"Warming you up fer me tongue."
"Fuck..."
"I want ta hear ya whisper me name while I do it."
"Mmmm, Becky..."
"Feel me body on yers. Like at t'e party. I was so fucking turned on fer you."
"I could feel it, baby. Fuck, I wanted it so bad..."
"I want you so bad..."
"How bad?"
"I'd tear you ta shreds if you were here."
"Oh, shit..."
"Lick you until you'd cum..."
"Bex, fuck..."
"Then I'd do it again and again..."
"Ugh, fuck, I'm so close..."
"Are my words makin' you crazy, lass?"
"Yeah..."
"Good," with that, Becky hung up the phone. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for a heated text or a return call that would be full of anger and frustration. Instead of either, Becky's phone vibrated when it received a video.
Charlotte, a sultry smirk on her face, stared into her phone's camera. "You're a fucking tease, baby... but I'm not mad..."
The video ended after Charlotte blew Becky a kiss and wished her a goodnight.
"Really?" Becky thought to herself. "You've seriously become this kind of person? For what reason? Who the hell have you become?"
Becky furrowed her brow. She didn't know who would do the things she did. Maybe Sasha's unreasonable anger and distrust broke her. Maybe drinking heavily all day blurred her better judgment and she was just making impulsive decisions to satisfy her most primitive needs. Maybe Becky loved Sonya and wanted everything good in the world for her, but...
"But what?" Becky's mind screamed at her. "But nothing! You committed yourself to Sonya! You don't get to run around with other women!"
Becky looked at her reflection. "But I wanted Charlotte first. Sonya jus' happened."
Her reflection rolled her eyes. "So wouldn't you rather have Sonya? That relationship came out of nowhere and it grew organically. You love her because you let it happen."
Becky shook her head. "Maybe I was keepin' close to Sonya only because Charlotte wasn't ready yet."
"That's fucked up..."
"I know."
Becky's reflection lost the hatred in her eyes. The rage-fueled stare slowly melted away into a sympathetic frown as both halves of Becky shared another look.
"What do we do then?" Her mind asked.
Becky shook her head slowly, truly unsure how to answer that question. "I really don't know."
"Bex?"
Becky jumped. She switched off the fan and unlocked the bathroom door. Sonya, eyes narrowed and hair a frizzled mess, scratched her head.
"What are you doing up?" Sonya asked, visibly still somewhat drunk and half-way asleep.
"Bathroom," Becky said. "Sorry. I was yellin' at me phone. Ya can't get internet in 'ere fer some reason."
Sonya took one of Becky's hands in hers. "Come back to bed soon, ok? I want my cuddles."
Becky pecked Sonya on the cheek, assuring her she'd be back soon with a whisper. Becky shuffled into her bedroom, chuckling lightly under her breath at the sight of Sonya sprawled out over the bed.
Becky, knowing there was an important decision to be made sometime soon, crawled in behind her girlfriend. Sonya sighed happily, moving back into Becky's arms. Becky pulled the quilt over the two of them and slowly drifted into a troublesome slumber.
Seth Rollins and Toni Storm left the BPO house a little after one in the morning. Seth had his fair share of heavy liquor, but he was still spacially aware of what was going on around him. The opposite was of course the stumbling, giggly mess of a woman leaning her weight against Seth's shoulder. During the party tonight, Seth learned two very important things about his teammate: Toni was a lightweight and she really couldn't hold her own in beer pong.
Giggling and stumbling, Seth helped Toni into Poffo Hall and up to her room. The trip up only one flight of stairs seemed more tedious than it needed to be and that was thanks to Toni's tipsy serenade of some song Seth either hadn't heard before or had listened to but could figure out the name because of Toni's behavior.
Toni, giggling drunkenly, fumbled with her keys and nearly fell over a few times once she stopped in front of her dorm room.
"Are you gonna make it?" Seth asked, chuckling at the sight.
Toni inhaled to speak but broke out into a fit of giggles again. Finally, Toni found the right key and unlocked the door to her apartment.
"Thanks for takin' me home, mate," Toni snickered. "I would've loved a ride in your car, but it's probably good you weren't driving, right?"
Seth took a step into the apartment. Toni held her hand against Seth's chest, stopping him from coming in. Seth furrowed his brow in question, figuring he would be invited inside.
Toni raised herself on her toes. Seth leaned in, brushing his lips against Storm's. The kiss was too brief and far less heated than Seth needed to find a spark. For a moment, Seth tried to push further and deepen the kiss, but Toni stepped back before he had the chance.
"You're a good friend, Seth," Toni said. "I like you. I know you like me. But we're teammates, right? It would be wrong if we shagged, yeah?"
Seth grinned. "You wanna have sex with me, Storm?"
Toni shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. But we can't either way."
Seth nodded slowly. "You're right. Sorry. We can still hang out, right? Shit doesn't have to be weird."
"Maybe if you learn to take yer arse-kicking better."
Seth chuckled. Toni offered one more quick smooch before saying goodnight. Seth, shaking his head slowly but with a massive smile, turned away to leave the dorm hall.
