<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=106180131)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi-curious<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> So ready to not feel a thing<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|16 7PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Fray<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Classes<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> OPEN, it's a party! <br/></span><hr/><br/><br/>The beats were pumpin' and the drinks were flowin'.  She downed the first one pretty quickly and was sipping the second while she danced.  When everyone was just moving around and grooving everything was great.  Next thing she knew, someone started grinding up on her ass, pawing at her body.  She looked over her shoulder to see yet another frat boy.  What the hell?  Aims stepped away and he pulled her back.  She leaned close to shout in his ear so she could be sure he heard,<strong>"Hands off!"</strong>She stepped away again.<br/><br/>She put some distance between herself and the frat guy.  Another round of getting comfortable, dancing and a few minutes later someone grinding up on her ass.  She turned around eyes narrowed this time.  Same fucking guy.<strong>"I said no dude.  Catch a fucking clue."</strong><br/><br/>He grabbed her pulled her close.<strong>"Comon you know you wanna."</strong>He slurred drunkenly.<br/><br/>Obviously brains were not a prerequisite for this particular fraternity.  Why were these asshats even on campus?  Didn't they have their own campus parties to ruin?<strong>"No.  I don't.  Now hands off or I take 'em off."</strong>She made it clear as she could she wasn't having it.  He kept pawing at her body, pulling on her vest.  She finally had enough and shoved him off.  Aims watched him stumble back a few steps then turned to work her way into another part of the crowd.  The shove must have made him made because when his hands landed on her arms again his grip was tight, almost to the point of pain.<br/><br/>Aims spun, twisting an arm free of his grasp,<strong>"Look fucker, I told you hands off."</strong>She landed a right cross on the frat boy's jaw that had him spitting blood.  Her hand stung like hell but she refused to show it.<strong>"You want some more?"</strong>She taunted the pretty boy who obviously hadn't expected a little bitty girl to be able to defend herself.