The tour of campus was pretty boring, apart from learning about the best place to grab a coffee before a lecture, we didn't really find out much more than what we already knew from the senior high school open days. We finished up at around 1pm and decided to head to a diner on the outskirts of the block.

Liz and Bex walked in first, followed by Macey and I arguing over whether I could wear trousers tonight if I was already being forced to yet another party. The door chimed against a bell upon our entry, barely notifying the busy staff behind the counter. It seemed a lot of freshmen had the same idea as us because the whole place was packed. We managed to find a table in the far right corner of the diner, though it was still dirty from the last group of people who had ate at it. As we sat down, a loud laugh echoed through the room. We looked up to find a table of jocks sitting across from our area and Grant in the center of it. Before I could make eye contact to provide a friendly smile at my recent acquaintance, Bex was leaning into the table and whispering at us.

"Look! There's the Greek god I was telling you about that made friends with Cammie." Bex nudged her head towards Grant as she spoke to Macey. Before I could even get a word out to explain how I met him, my name was being shouted and he was jumping out of his seat, bouncing towards us like a hyper labrador.

"Cammie! You up for that rematch tonight? We're all heading to the freshers party for around 7." Grant leaned over the table at us, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that I had only seen Bex do. Bex booted my foot under the table and it took every ounce of self preservation to not scream at the force.

"You bet I am, I don't think I properly introduced you to my friends last night. This is Elizabeth, Macey and Rebecca," I gestured to the girls and tried my best not to make eye contact with Bex after using her full name. Grant smirked, recognising Bex from the night before.

"Ah, so the British Bombshell has a name! Grant Newman, nice to meet ya." Grant held out his hand for Bex to shake but instead of returning it, she shot daggers in my direction. "Call me Bex or you will wish you stayed home with your mommy instead of going to college." Grant laughed nervously and removed his hand, rubbing the back of his head with it. If this was Bex's idea of flirting with someone she likes then I dread to see what she's like with people she hates.

"Well I would love to see you too tonight, Bex the British Bombshell. Hopefully you have as much skill as your friend Cammie here with a ping pong ball. We're playing doubles." Bex smiled at this statement and went to reply but was cut short by another boy approaching, I recognised him from last night. Jonas I think his name was.

"Cmon Grant, we have to get to the gym before Zach is beating our arses, we'll never hear the end of it if we're late again." The other boys from the table across had already dispersed, making their way to the door. Grant nodded and waved at us before following closely behind with Jonas.

The party was already bouncing by the time we got there. Drunk freshers lined the garden of the frat house, some throwing up into bushes and some dancing around with their red plastic cups to the music coming from inside. We pushed our way through the crowd at the front door into the sitting room, trying to stay clear of any stumblers on our mission to find a drink in the kitchen. I had lost my battle with Macey to be allowed dignity, therefore I was sporting a blue dress and a pair of white pumps. My hair was curled and then pinned into a half up half down style, no doubt someone would spill their drink in it within the hour.

I poured myself a drink from the spiked punch in the wine cooler, Bex opted for some beer out of the keg - an offer that both Macey and Liz declined. We found our way to the area where the beer pong was being played and it seemed that the boys had it in full swing already. Grant was swaying from side to side as he tried to aim for Jake's cup. Jake didn't seem in too much of a state to be drinking any more, either. Before he made the shot, he looked up and took notice of us standing there.

"Okay okay, Jake your relief has arrived, you can quit if you want to." Grant shouted, placing the ball down on the table, "I have bigger fish to fry." Jake seemed relieved at this, he gave me a small smile before stumbling away - no doubt to the nearest toilet to barf in. "Bex, you're with me. Cammie? Who do you want as your partner?" I turned to grab Macey but instead grasped at air. It seemed Macey and Liz had disappeared. Typical.

"I'm not sure, my partner seems to have disappeared." I replied, looking around to see if I could spot Macey in the crowd. To my surprise, Grant didn't seem to be put off by this. He just smiled and shrugged, "that's okay, I can get you a partner in no time." He looked around in the crowd behind me before lifting his fingers and whistling. "Zach!" He shouted at someone behind me. I turned slowly, expecting another typical jock to appear. The wall and bedroom crasher was probably the last person I expected to see emerging from the crowd.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Grant, about to object to being partnered up with the dickhead of the century. Why was a lovely boy like Grant associating himself with someone like Zach as they called him? He was rude, cocky and quite frankly nothing short of a man whore.

"Ah, Gallagher Girl, what a surprise," Zach whispered into my ear as he stood right behind me. His breath on the back of my neck sent electrifying shivers down my spine.

"Hello 6'4 wall that keeps getting in my way, glad to see you're dressed this time." I quipped, trying to erase the sight of his muscles flexing over my roommate in the moonlight from my memory. He smirked and looped one of my curls around his finger, "you really have a cheek you know? I was just minding my own business in-" Zach was cut off by Grant putting his arms around us and turning us back towards the table.

"Now now children, there's plenty of time to flirt after we smash you both at a game of beer pong," Grant motioned to the table that had been reassembled with fresh cups of beer on both sides.

"I wasn't-" Grant held his finger up to my lips to silence me and shook his head slowly before removing his arm from Zach's shoulder and bounding back over to where Bex was standing. He picked up the ping pong ball and sent it gliding through the air. Clearly the swaying earlier was either put on to give Jake a false hope of winning, or wasn't Grant's performance because the ball spun around the center cup before plopping into the beer.

Zach smirked and nodded at the cup, "Drink up, Gallagher Girl." I really hated that crooked smirk. I hated the man who was behind it even more.

A few games passed, the teams were pretty balanced but I could feel the alcohol really started to take effect on my body. My shots were getting weaker and my body was beginning to sway from side to side. Zach, Grant and Bex still seemed unphased by the whole thing. I picked up the ball and set my sights on the last cup, trying to steady myself so that I could take a shot. All of a sudden, my knees seemed to stop supporting my weight and I began to fall towards the floor. Zach tried to grab me to keep me upright but I shrugged him off aggressively. I did not want to be touched and especially not by him.

"Get off me!" I shouted at him, shooting glares in his direction. I might have been seeing three of him but I was sure that if I shot them at the center Zach he would receive the message. I stumbled towards the table and Zach caught my arm. "I mean you could try and make me but I don't think you'd do a very good job."

"Make me" flashed through my head, reminding me of the last time someone said those words to me. Pain and anger clouded my eyes and without saying anything, I turned for the door and made a break for it. My unsteady feet barely carried me at the pace my brain was telling me to go. I could hear Bex shouting my name in the distance but I just had to get out of there. To get some air. When I got outside, I continued down the street until I reached campus. Pulling my phone out, I tried to text Liz to tell her I'd left and not to wait for me, though I'm not sure how well the message typed out in my state. Right now, I just wanted my own bed and rest. I had to be up early in the morning for my car to arrive, anyways.

When I found my room, I opened the door slowly, praying that my roommate was alone. I was shocked to discover that she still wasn't home, though it was only 11pm and I'm sure she would be at the freshers party. I kicked off my shoes and undressed, throwing them in my closet before sinking into my bed and rolling up in the covers. All I could hope for was that she wouldn't bring any company back tonight. And that I wasn't sick in bed.