It was a big mistake coming here, he thought. This really wasn't his scene. Drinking. Drugs - he was pretty sure - going on in one of the bathrooms. Loud music. The living room was packed to the point that dancing meant bumping and grinding with everyone around you. It was hot too. Drew was seriously regretting coming to the frat house.<br/><br/>But the girls. Oh the girls. So many beautiful girls. Some with more skin showing than others. Some making out with each other - some with guys. Not that any of them would pay Drew any attention. He was slightly chubby and very much a nerd. Not very social either, but this year he had promised to find himself a girlfriend. And that meant getting a lot more social. A frat party had seemed like a good idea. But he was starting to regret it now.<br/><br/>He didn't even like beer. It tasted disgusting. No one seemed to care he wasn't drinking - no one ever really cared about him. He sighed as some one bumped into him, spilling beer down his shirt. Now he'd stink like a frat house until he took a shower!<br/><br/>That was it though. He was done. No more party for him. As he moved towards the front door, some one grabbed him and threw him inside a closet - followed quickly by a girl. In the tight confines of the closet under the stairs, he couldn't help but be pressed up against the girl.<br/><br/>The door slammed shut. "Seven minutes in heaven! Anything goes, but the door opens in 7 minutes!" He heard some one yell through the door.<br/><br/>Turning to the girl, hands naturally rising to her hips, he looked down at her. "Uh...whats going on?"