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Zanka backed himself further into the corner he was leaning in.
The party was live, drinks were flowing, and those frat bros were barbequing.
“Hungry?” Enjin asked. He appeared at Zanka’s side, with a paper plate full of food, presenting it to him.
Zanka shook his head. He tilted his drink a bit, showing he was fine.
Enjin hummed. Leaning against the wall with him. He picked up a sausage, and sucked his teeth after taking a bite.
“Too soon?” Zanka asked.
Enjin chuckled. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He tried again, grimacing at the heat of the meat, but he started to chew slowly before exhaling in satisfaction. “Dude, we should join a frat.”
“You can.” Zanka said with disinterest. His hair was getting too long, falling past his eyes.
“Nah.” He chomped on more of the sausage.
The crowd was active.
They were near the front of the house where people were having discussions.
He saw this guy, with dreadlocks in a passionate and Zanka, assumed to be a positive discussion with how much he’s smiling with someone with blue hair.
“Who’s that?” Zanka asks. He takes his pinky finger off of his cup to point in the direction he’s speaking of.
Enjin looks away from the television showing Family Feud. “Who?”
“Don’t make it weird. The dreadlock guy. I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”
Enjin follows his line of sight, but keeps his eyes toward the kitchen to not make it obvious where he’s truly looking. “Oh, Wonger.”
“Wonger?”
Enjin nods. He grabs Zanka’s arm, guiding him away from the room. Zanka makes a noise of surprise. It often happens whenever his friend touches him. In their walk out of the room, somehow the dreadlock guy heard it, and looked up.
They had eye contact as Enjin dragged him out of the room.
Zanka paid it no mind, choosing to focus on where Enjin is taking them.
They go to the back of the house, where the sorority was hosting a family feud game. Riyo was in the pool playing volleyball with some of their other friends, and strangers. Some of the food from the front had made its way to a table in the back.
Rudo was making a plate for himself.
They found an open spot under a tree to sit at. Rudo finds his way over to them.
“So Wonger.” Enjin begins. “He’s stupidly smart. I think this is his second bachelor’s. Graduated high school at 16, I’ve heard.”
“Did he just transfer here?”
Enjin shakes his head. He looks at Rudo, who’s watching August yell the answers at the sorority girls. “Um… he’s been here. Has quite the reputation.”
“How?”
“Hmm.” Enjin ponders. “You know I don’t like to gossip.”
“Yes, you do.” Rudo says.
Enjin squints his eyes at the back of Rudo’s head. “Ah, well.” He smiles. He leans back at the tree behind him. “Jabber, his actual name. He sleeps around a lot. Surprised he doesn’t have a kid, but he’s smart, so.” He ends with.
Zanka thinks back on that second they locked eyes.
He smiles to himself.
“Don’t think of having a relationship with him.” Enjin brings him out of his thoughts.
“All I asked was who he was.” He rebuttals.
Enjin smirks at him. Then lifts up one of his sausages. “Wanna try that again?”
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“Bitch, you cute.”
Zanka is in the library, looking for research about a term paper he’s writing. He’s at one end of the book aisle, finger on the spine of a book when he looks to the left, and sees that guy from the party.
“Excuse you?”
Jabber wags a finger between the both of them. “Wanna fuck?”
“Not really.”
The guy walks closer. Up in his personal space, and woah, Zanka has never smelled an Alpha like this before. “I saw you at the party. I think our Lego pieces should meet.”
There’s something cute in the way Jabber is looking at him.
If a pitbull had a tutu on it. You know it could murder you, but the tutu is helping trick your brain.
“How do I know you’re even good?” Zanka says, surprising himself.
Jabber really looks at him. There is some keen awareness. “I bet your clit is the most sensitive part on you, but you look like if I touched your lower back, you’d fall apart, especially if I was eating you out.”
Zanka takes his book off of the shelf. “That sounds very textbook.”
“I’m not textbook, baby. We can have a fun time, yanno. I fuck you,you stay pretty.”
“I’m interested.”
Jabber goes to touch Zanka, before Zanka hits him gently on the head with the book he took off the shelf. “I have to study.” Zanka continues. “Heard you’re smart. Help me study first.”
Jabber looks like he doesn’t like that. “The fuck I look like studying.”
Zanka shrugs. “I could care less if we fuck.” He turns away from Jabber, heading to the next aisle.
Jabber silently follows him to the next few spots.
Zanka gives him the books to hold.
Jabber ends up teaching him in a way that makes the research palpable. Zanka orders pizza as a way of showing his appreciation.