Fan Fiction ❯ Greek Love ❯ The Freshmen ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Hey, this is Aemilia. I wrote the second part of this chapter so if you notice a sudden change in style- that’s why. We’ve done our best to match styles, and I hope we’ve been more or less successful. If not- tell me where we went wrong, please. Sadly, there isn’t any sex in this chapter but we promise to make up for it in the next chapter. Oh yes, we most certainly will. ^.^




By: Aemilia and Lenora

Andy was your everyday hard-working freshman, an International Business major who was trying to make his way in the world. It wasn’t easy but he made the best of his life. That’s why he knew that he had to get into this fraternity or else his future plans would be ruined. Everything rode on his acceptance by the frat. He could do this; he just needed to show them how sociable he was, the past clubs that he had been in and that he had many friends.

It was true; the real reason that he had forced his best friend Owen to join rush Beta Theta Mu was for his own selfish reasons. He wanted to show the Betas that he did have close friends and he wasn’t a social outcaste. Falling heavily into the chair of his last class of the day, he really felt bad for deceiving his best friend and he knew that he would get yelled at sooner or later for it. He didn’t regret it too much; Owen did need to get out and party more, make some more friends. Sometimes it seemed that Andy was his only friend, besides that the only other “person” that Owen ever came in contact with on a regular basis was his schoolwork. Hopefully, this fraternity experience would be good for him; Andy seriously hoped that it would work out. He needed in this frat else all his hard work until now be for nothing. And he was damned if he was going to let that happen.

This was Andy’s first time taking Japanese; he didn’t know how this class would work out for him, but what he got was definitely not what expected. The teacher walked in, interrupting Andy’s musing. He was a lot younger than expected, but he still had a presence that commanded everyone’s attention; he meant business. Brown hair on top of a slim stern face, tall body with long limbs. Not only did he his aura demand respect but his total appearance was that of a strict teacher. Automatically Andy feared the worst; he knew that this would not be an easy professor to deal with.

From the tense air in the room, Andy could tell that the class felt the same about this commanding figure. His methods were unique, held his students attention, while he listed off the objectives for the semester. It was just the first day and Andy knew that this class would be one of the most difficult classes that he would ever have to take. He had no doubt, but then again, this teacher would most likely make it all worth it. To put it simply, the man was a god. All of this man’s gestures and words caught Andy’s complete attention and he couldn’t stop watching the teacher at work.

Then his eyes, a deep soft brown, focused on Andy’s own vibrate blue. It looked like the man was reading the student’s own thoughts, silently judging. A smirk flashed across Takakura-sensei’s lips, then quickly vanished and turning his dark eyes he roamed his gaze over the rest of the class, coming back to rest on Andy again. This undivided attention was a little creepy but it made Andy feel things that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He felt wanted, needed, and admired. How could this happen to him, why did he feel such ridiculous emotions? This teacher was just too good at his job. He really made the students feel special and was obviously one of the best teachers on campus.

After class was finished, Andy quickly gathered his notebook and put it in his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. He was in a hurry to leave; his meeting with the fraternity was going to start soon and he desperately needed the connections if he was going to make it in the business world. As he ran out of the door, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Takakura-sensei watching him intently. The fierce gaze was only slightly hindered by the teacher’s stylish glasses. Still, it’s intensity still sent a shiver down Andy’s spine. Forcing himself to face forward, he briskly walked into the hallway and out of the building.



Owen nervously tucked his hair behind his ear. His mother was always after him to cut it, but Owen liked it longer. He was a little vain about his hair- it was his best feature, and he knew it. He caught Andy giving him a sidelong glance and dropped his hand. Playing with his hair had always been a nervous gesture and Andy was sure to tease him about. It was Andy’s fault he was here. Owen had been against rushing Beta Theta Mu, any frat really, but Andy had insisted. Owen forgot what Andy’s argument had been- something about ‘finally getting a life but nothing was worth this. He sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night; he really didn’t want to be here.

Prospective pledges chatted with the Betas. All managed to look confident, as if they were used to being judged like cattle. Perhaps it didn’t bother them that much; judgment is less nerve-wracking when you’re always found worthy. As it was, the only thing keeping Owen from bolting was Andy’s constant presence at his elbow. Andy was one of those disgustingly popular boys- a blue-eyed blonde soccer player with a cute girlfriend. For reasons unknown, at least to Owen, he was also Owen’s best friend. They’d met their freshman year of high school and been inseparable ever since.

“Are we done yet?” Owen hissed at Andy, surreptitiously looking at his watch. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes

“Come on, Owen, at least pretend your enjoying yourself. Here,” Andy thrust a beer at him, and Owen reflexively took it, more to have something to do with his hands than anything else. The only thing worse than looking like an idiot was looking like a drunk idiot. “Loosen up- you really are wound too tight.”

“Of course I’m wound tight. I hate this. I don’t belong here and you know it. And I think that guy is staring at me.”

“Oh please,” Andy rolled his eyes, dismissing Owen.

But Owen was sure it was more than his self-conscious paranoia. Across the room one of the Betas kept looking his direction. Every time Owen glanced at him, he looked away, but a few minutes later, Owen would catch him watching again. He had to be an upperclassman; when ever he said something his companions laughed and immediately agreed. He was as tall as Owen, but lighter- nothing but lean muscles and sinew. Thick Black hair fell in his dark eyes, partially veiling them. Coupled with dusky skin, the young man had an almost exotic look. Even from across the room, Owen could feel him smirking at him.

Owen shivered, discomfited. “I’m going to get some air.” He didn’t wait for Andy’s answer, instead making his way across the crowed room.

Beta Theta Mu was the most popular and powerful fraternity on campus. To be one of the chosen was immediate entrance into the university’s elite. Owen didn’t have any illusions about his chance of getting in. He slipped out the front door; the large wraparound porch was much less crowded. Lawn furniture had been set up so people could enjoy the last warm nights before autumn set in. A couple of people looked up, but quickly returned to their conversations, correctly identifying him as a nobody.

He sighed and wandered around the side of the house, trying to get away from judgmental eyes. He leaned out on the railing, the moon shone brightly on the manicured lawn. He snorted in disgust; what kind of frat had their own gardener? Owen really hated spoiled rich boys.

“Parties not your thing?” A voice interrupted Owen’s thoughts. He turned to find his stalker regarding him coolly. Speak of the devil

“Yeah, well, you know,” Owen managed, trying for casual but only managing idiotic.

“I suppose I do.” The dark-haired man mimicked Owen’s pose resting his arm on the banister of the porch; they brushed elbows. Owen jumped and pulled away, realized that just made it worse and resumed his original position.

The stalker eyed the longhaired boy. “My name’s Kerry.” He paused as if waiting for Owen to question his girlish name. Owen was too busy cataloguing Kerry’s many piercings. There were four in the visible ear- three in the lobe, a cartilage- piercing, industrial and a couple rings adorned an elegant eyebrow. Owen shuddered. To say that the piercings were excessive would be an understatement.

“What? Is my company really that offensive?” Kerry feigned injury.

“No, just your piercings-” Owen stammered, wishing that for once his face wouldn’t broadcast whatever he was thinking.

“They gross you out?” Kerry pressed.

“No, not that-”

“What then?” Kerry turned to face him, crossing his arms defensively.

“I hate needles,” Owen finally managed to stammer. “They must have hurt, that’s all. Christ....” The last thing Owen wanted was an argument with some would-be punk.

Kerry gave him a slightly incredulous look then laughed shortly. “Not really. Well, this one stung a bit.” He stuck out his tongue, revealing another stud.

Owen winced again. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s not really for me,” Kerry said, grinning a little maliciously.

“Trying to be popular with the ladies?” Owen rolled his eyes.

“No, they’re not the ones who benefit.” It took Owen a moment to decipher the innuendo in Kerry’s comment and when he did he blushed scarlet. The fact that he was sure his blush was evident even under the washed-out moonlight made him blush harder.

“Relax, kid, I’m not making a pass at you.” But the warm hand placed oh-so-casually on Owen’s shoulder belied Kerry’s casual words. He was held frozen until Kerry released him and rested his hands on the railing. Relief washed over Owen...and regret. That startled him. He didn’t care about this strange young man, and he wasn’t gay. Well, not really. Owen had never spent a lot of time worrying about his sexuality. If he admired the football players as often as the cheerleaders- so what? It wasn’t like he acted on it.

“I’m Owen,” he said. “I’m an English major.” He was trying to break the tension. It didn’t really, but he felt it was a nice effort on his part.

“Well, Owen the English major, why did you want to rush Beta Theta Mu?”

“I didn’t,” Owen confessed. “I’m here under duress.” Kerry looked at him. “My friend Andy made me come. He’s really more the fraternity type.”

“And what type is that?”

“Dumb jocks who need a cult-like organization to feel accepted.” He paused, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Kerry said amiably enough. “Though to be fair, I’m hardly a dumb jock. Or at least, not dumb.”

Owen was inclined to agree and nodded, ceding the point. “Sorry if my bitterness is showing.”

Kerry shrugged. “I’d imagine you have your reasons.” He smiled again and brushed his black hair out of his eyes. Owen could have sworn his heart skipped a beat, though he was not normally given to romantic clichés.

Kerry must have read his expression, because he reached out and ruffled Owen’s already unruly hair. “You’re cute.” If his heart had skipped a beat before, it stopped now. “But you don’t stand a chance of getting into this frat.”

Owen jumped as though he’d been burned. “Why not?”

“I’m the president.”

Owen didn’t have a chance to react to that, though, because Andy suddenly interrupted.

“Owen, being antisocial again? Oh…” he pulled up short as he caught sight of Kerry. “Hi.”

Kerry nodded at him, but his gaze remained on Owen, who raked his fingers through his hair. “Andy this is Kerry; Kerry, Andy.” It wasn’t much of an introduction, but Owen found Kerry’s presence disconcerting. It was hard to focus when he could feel Kerry watching him. That combined with the knowledge of his confirmed rejection was making his perpetual blush even brighter. Why did he have to have such fair, freckle-splashed skin?

“Hey,” Kerry said coolly, not deigning more than a glance in Andy’s direction. “Your friend doesn’t think much of fraternities.”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t think much of much.” Owen shrugged helplessly in answer to Andy’s accusatory glance. “I’m sure he likes this one.” From his tone, Owen got the impression that he had better like it, if he knew what was good for him.

“Yeah, it's great.” He didn’t even bother with false enthusiasm. “Come on, Andy. I’ve got an early class tomorrow. Are you done schmoozing?” Looking to Andy, Owen completely missed the flash of jealousy to cross Kerry's face. Andy, however, did not.

Owen didn’t wait for an answer, instead brushing by Kerry and taking a nodding Andy by elbow and pulling him along. Time to make an exit with as much dignity as he could muster.

Which wasn’t much, he reflected later as he took a shower. A very cold shower.
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