2. Wild and Free
CHAPTER 2
Wild and Free
SCHADE
Trapped.
The weather is keeping me caged. Ever since I can remember I love being outdoors. Hiking, fishing, or just sitting in the damn grass. If I could live in a tent or spend nights sleeping in a damn hammock, I’d be happy.
Being confined is a death sentence for me.
I lost a bet to Charlie and it kept me at the dorms instead of the frat house. It really doesn’t matter. A place to shit, shower, and sleep, that’s all I need. This will get me through.
I try to spend as much time outdoors as possible. I have one quarter left here and I’m back to the house with the brothers.
The rooms are bigger and the beds too. A twin bed with my six feet, three-inch frame doesn’t sleep well. Plus, I like my fraternity brothers.
Allen, my roommate sucks. I spend more hours working out just to keep from punching the fucker. He constantly brings home chicks, and the sick fuck has them call out my name as he gets them off just to keep me up. I’ve learned to just leave and crash in my car than deal with the head games he plays.
Honestly, I simply need to stop betting with my brothers. Every single time, it seems, I draw the short straw, or lose.
The most recent one was a game of beer pong. I’m the fucking champion and the one time I bet on myself I lost.
And I lost big.
I have to fill in for Theo on his blind date. It’s a thing we have set up in the fraternity. A totally fake dating profile on three online sites. We use the same name, same biography, and we each have to take a turn on a date. Theo’s turn was next. Now, I have to go, pretend to be him, and then still do my own time. Two dates that could be epic or could be absolute hell.
As if being on one date isn’t punishment enough.
Fuck my life right now. I push it down since I can’t release my frustration jumping around buildings and parks, I’ll just make shit work here. I continue to lift weights knowing if the RA gets wind of my equipment in here, I’m sure to be kicked out. Not that it’s a bad thing if I do, I have a place to stay in the frat house. But I like to keep my word even when I lose a bet which means lasting the rest of this semester.
Maybe my date won’t be awful.
I’ll check in tonight and find out my fate.