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A/N: Wow. Thanks everyone for the reviews and all the advise. I now have a direction for my story thanks to you guys! I'm sorry to those who have been wanting to review anonymously. I didn't realize that I had it disabled. Its now enabled! I'm really trying to update quickly but this Sunday I'm performing in a show and I have work three days straight sooo I'm gonna try to update as quick as possible. Enjoy Chapter 8 :)

Chapter 8.

Cappie shut the big oak door behind him and wasn't surprised to find the house a mess. People were passed out everywhere and Cappie had to step over Beaver to get to the stairs. He couldn't wait to pass out himself as he had been up most of the night trying to get Casey out of his mind. He had almost kissed her and the way she had looked as she silently begged him to do it was enough to keep him up, wishing for a cold shower. A groan from the living room made Cappie stop on the first step.

Rusty, who had been passed out on the couch, sat up and ran a hand through his mused curly hair. His blue button down shirt was wrinkled and unbuttoned half way. There were red stains on the shirt collar and his pants were missing. Cappie cocked an eyebrow as he eyed his little brother's Daffy Duck boxers.

"Top of the mornin' to ya, Spitter," Cappie said in a convincing Irish accent as he came into the living room.

"Hi Cappie," Rusty said sullenly. "Where are my pants?"

"Ah, now that is a question that many brethren who have come before you have asked in vain."

"I think I have fur growing on my teeth," Rusty complained as he sat up and planted his socked feet on the floor, giving Cappie room to sit down.

"So, ah, what exactly happened last night?" Cappie asked eyeing Rusty's collar and switching his tone to a mock fatherly voice.

Rusty pulled at his collar and looked at the red lipstick stains with wide eyes. "I'm not sure. The last thing I remember is Tom and Dave teaching me how to do a body shot without spitting it out."

"Oh, to be young and free," Cappie chuckled. "No girl problems, no complications, just freedom."

Rusty looked at him knowingly.

"Its okay Cap. Ferret didn't take any offense. I doubt he'll even remember it."

"Oddly enough, I wasn't talking about Rebecca," Cappie said as he remembered why he had left his own party in the first place.

Ferret hadn't meant to spill that drink on Rebecca. He was a clumsy oaf and everyone knew it. She had overreacted and yelled at him in front of everyone. Cappie had tried to intervene, it was after all just a dress, but she yelled at him too, like he was a child or something.

"Why do you think everyone around here loves Casey," he had said after pulling Rebecca into the downstairs closet. "She wouldn't pull crap like that!"

The instant it flew out of his mouth he regretted it. Rebecca hated when his brothers talked about how they missed Casey's omelets or how there were always those foamy soap dispenser thingies in the bathrooms when she was around. Rebecca just stalked away and Cappie, who was brought down from his buzz, left the party in search of a Rebecca free zone.

"Cap?" Rusty asked, bringing him back to the present.

"Huh?"

"I asked, who are you talking about?"

"Casey," he sighed.

"What happen? I thought you guys were friends now."

Cappie hesitated for a moment but decided that if anyone could help him figure out what the hell was going on, it was Rusty. "Well, after I left here last night I went to this dive bar I know and Casey showed up. She was acting all cool and fun at first, then we almost kissed. I told her it's a bad idea, which she agreed with, and then she gets all upset and decides she doesn't want to talk to me again. When I asked her why she said it was because of Rebecca. Why, all of a sudden, does she have a problem with me dating Rebecca?"

Rusty shook his head, "Not all of a sudden. She's always had a problem with you dating Rebecca cause she felt like she had lost her safety net."

"She said that?" Cappie asked, now more confused then ever.

"Yeah. Look, Cappie, why don't you just ask her out? I mean, maybe she wants"

"No," Cappie said, cutting him off. "She's had plenty of chances and I'm not going down that road again."

"But…"

"Besides, I'm with Rebecca. I wouldn't just dump her like that to date Casey." Cappie couldn't do that to Rebecca and he didn't even want to. Rebecca was his safety net. She was like a comfortable glass of beer and she was there when he needed her. Rebecca wouldn't act like she loved him and then pretend like nothing happened when the sun was up. She wasn't fire and ice, burning him up and then freezing him out. She was steady and she went after what she wanted without a thought to what anyone else cared about. Sure, like beer, she did give him a headache from time to time but the next day she was back, always cool and refreshing.

Cappie looked over at Rusty, who looked as if he decided he'd let the conversation drop for now. Cappie was thankful as he had a really weird morning and all he wanted was to get to bed.

"Come on Spitter," he said as he stood up. "I'll lend you a pair of pants."

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Rebecca slipped the door shut as quietly as possible and padded to the stairs in her bare feet, her shoes clutched tightly to her chest over the stain on her party dress. The hardwood floor was cold and it creaked under her weight as she got to the top of the stairs. She was about to take a step down but froze as a door opened from somewhere behind her.

"You don't have to sneak off," a voice said from behind her. Rebecca turned to see Evan leaning in the doorframe to his bedroom. He had put on a pair of hunter green plaid pajama pants and his arms were crossed over his bare chest.

"I didn't want to wake you," Rebecca said softly as she plastered a smile to her face. Evan slowly uncrossed his arms and came to stand in front of her.

"I'm a gentleman," he said as he took her elbow. "I'll walk you downstairs."

Rebecca snorted as she allowed herself to be turned around and led down the stairs.

"Yeah, you were a real gentleman last night," she said, not bothering to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

Evan's eyebrows rose, "Are you saying you didn't like it? Because if I'm not mistaken I recall quite a bit of"

"Okay, I admit it. It was fun," she interrupted.

There was an awkward pause as they stood at the bottom of the steps, Evan's warm hand still on Rebecca's arm.

"Look, thanks for picking me up off the floor last night," Rebecca said, meaning it in the literal and figurative sense.

After Cappie had left the house last night she didn't see the point in staying at the party. All those drunken fools were looking at her as if she had just kicked a puppy. What did she care what the Kappa Tau's thought of her? They didn't know what it was like being compared to some overrated saint wanna-be all the time. She had grabbed the fullest bottle of tequila that she could find and preceded to drink herself into oblivion as she stumbled back to her house. She knew the trouble she'd be in if she was caught drinking in public, especially after the restrictions had just been lifted, but the thought of all the people she'd piss off made her not care. Not only would she piss off Casey and Dean Bowman but it would be a serious dent in her father's image if she were arrested.

Rebecca had swallowed a nice healthy mouthful when she lost her balance and felt flat on her butt. She cradled Jose, checking to see that the bottle was okay.

"Rebecca?" A voice asked as a large shadow fell over her. She looked up and squinted past her double vision. Evan was standing over her, his hands planted on his hips, reminding her slightly of Peter Pan. She looked up at him confused as to what he was doing there but realized that she was sitting in front of the Omega Chi house.

"Are you okay?"

"What do you care?" Rebecca said defensively. She felt a little foolish as she sat on the sidewalk in a stained party dress with her hand wrapped around a liquor bottle. "You haven't even talked to me since we hooked up on rush night."

Evan looked down at his feet and Rebecca thought he might have been frowning but she couldn't tell in the darkness.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," he said as he squatted down in front of her. "I was trying so hard to make it up to Casey that I just needed to forget about you."

"Ah, there she is again. The princess, Ms. Perfect herself, Casey Cartwright," she slurred before taking a swig from her bottle. Evan reached over and grabbed the bottle cap from the grass where it had landed when Rebecca fell.

"What is it Evan? What does she have that I don't? Why did you want her more than you wanted me?"

She let him take the bottle out of her hands and watched as he screwed the cap on.

"Nothing. You're a gorgeous girl Rebecca and any guy would be lucky to have you. Casey and I had history that's all. I spent a long time and a lot of energy chasing after her. I didn't want to lose her for a girl that I didn't even know the last name of."

"So why even sleep with me at all?"

"Ahh, it was that something you have Rebecca. There was something about you that I just couldn't resist." Evan said as he stood up and set the bottle down on the pavement.

"Really?" She asked, looking up and giving him a wide smile.

"Of course," Evan said as he put his hands under Rebecca's underarms and hauled her up to a standing position, pressing her body to his own and wrapping an arm around her to keep her standing up right as he reached down for the bottle of tequila. "Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you are less than utterly beautiful and completely captivating, because you're not."

Rebecca looked up at him as she entwined her arms around his neck. His body pressed against hers was warm and she had an overwhelming desire to be touched and appreciated, which the tequila probably didn't help. She knew she should go back to the KT house and call Cappie to apologize. He wasn't the type to hold a grudge and if she told him that she was waiting for him in his bed naked, he'd be home faster than she could say 'make up sex' to appreciate her like the goddess she was. But the thing was, she didn't want to apologize.

Standing on her tippy toes, Rebecca brushed Evan's lips with hers. Taking a sharp breath in surprise, Evan tilted his head back.

"Are you sure? You're pretty drunk Rebecca."

"And I'm horny too," she purred as she moved her hand into his hair and pushed his head forward.

Their lips connected again and Evan slowly built up the kiss, taking it from soft and sweet to intense and frantic. Evan's hand grasped at her and Rebecca smiled against his mouth. His touch felt delicious and she wanted more, a lot more. She tugged suggestively at him and he responded, moving her up the walk into the house.

"It was no problem," Evan said as he let go of her elbow, bringing Rebecca back to the present. He handed her the tequila bottle that he had left sitting on the table by the stairs the night before. She walked slowly to the door, unsure of what to say.

"I won't tell anyone," Evan offered as if he sensed her unease.

"Really?" Rebecca asked dryly even though she knew that he would be true to his word. "I would have thought you'd love to rub it in Casey and Cappie's faces."

Evan shook his head and frowned slightly. "I've hurt Casey too much already and I haven't taken anything from Cappie. You're still going back to him aren't you?"

Rebecca swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed away the uneasy feelings in her stomach. She was going back to Cappie and Evan didn't need her to answer for him to know that. Without another word he opened the door for her, letting in the early morning light. It was only a little past sun up. Good thing it's only 6:30, Rebecca thought as she stepped out the door.

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Rusty shuffled down Greek Row, his hands fastened to his waist. Cappie had lent him a pair of sweat pants to wear but they were entirely too big and they were threatening to fall to his knees if he let them go. Cappie had told him to go back down and sleep on the couch but he wasn't tired anymore. The whole business between Cappie and Casey had been bothering him. He wished those two would stop fighting it and be together. They didn't even have clue what they had. Rusty could only wish he had a fraction of the chemistry and passion that Cappie and Casey felt for each other with someone. The whole mess hadn't allowed him to go back to sleep plus he wanted to get back to his room and change his clothes before Dale woke up. The last thing he needed was another lecture on sin like the one he had gotten when he found out that Tina had given him crabs.

Rusty stopped for a moment to adjust the drawstring, tightening it as much as possible. Good thing its only 6:30, Rusty thought as the idea of someone he knew possibly seeing him in his Duck Dodger's boxers brought a twinge of heat to his face. Putting his hands to his waist again he pushed into motion, only to stop a moment later. He stood one house down and across the street from the Omega Chi house, which gave him a pretty good look at the door. Emerging from the house was Rebecca. She stopped and turned to look over her shoulder, giving one last look towards Evan, who stood in the doorway. Rusty wanted to hide but there was no place to go so he simply stood there as Rebecca turned around and locked eyes with him. She froze and Rusty thought he saw her mouth the word "crap."