Zinger had looked everywhere for Mr. Mitorpid but it seemed the wimp had chickened out and ran. Zinger was pissed.
"Zinger!" Kelly said, catching him. "What's up?"
Zinger sighed. It was Kelly. She was always hanging around the frat, harrassing him and hitting on the guys. He did not want to deal with her. "Nothing Kelly. I'm busy."
"What's wrong?"
"I think the chaperone left."
"Awww. Are you guys gonna get in trouble?"
"Unless I can find him."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I got you a beer."
Zinger was taken aback. She was never this nice. Usually she was a total bitch. He wondered what the catch was. "Thanks, but this really isn't the time."
"Come on, take it. I had to pay for it."
"You drink it then."
She pouted. Like that was supposed to work on a gay guy. "Please? It'll make you feel better."
Zinger sighed. She was right that a beer was all he wanted right now, after wasting the magic beer. He set the magic beer down.
"If you promise to leave me alone after I drink it."
She smirked. "Of course."
Zinger took the beer from her and tasted it. It was good. Really good. Actually, he wanted more. He drank more. He kept drinking and drinking and suddenly it was all gone. He felt really disappointed. He put the beer down and looked at Kelly to thank her for it--
Only was that KELLY? The girl standing in front of him was gorgeous! She had long blonde hair, and she was fit as fuck, and those boobs! Man! Why hadn't he ever realized how hot boobs were before? He wanted to touch them, hold them... and her ass, that was an ass to be proud of. Those eyes, those lips...
Zinger shook his head. What was going on? He was strictly dickly... wait, no, of course not... he fucking loved vagina. He fucking loved sucking on a girl's titties and fucking her sideways until she can't remember her own name. He stuck out his chest. He was the biggest STUD on campus. He and his fuckstick had already conquered most of it. His face garnered a little stubble and his clothes changed subtley, giving him a sort of jock bad boy look.
"Well, I don't want to annoy you anymore so I'll leave you alone!"
Zinger leered. "Kelly," he said, and grabbed her, pulling her in. She smelled him, a musty but pleasant odor, and she looked up into his eyes and felt his strong arms around her, and her knees went weak. She would let him do anything to her. Nothing else mattered. They locked lips.
"Look man," Jim said to Allen. "Zinger's hitting on your girl."
"Dude, it's okay," Allen said. "She's a slut anyway. Zinger's awesome, let him have her!"
Zinger started pulling her upstairs...