Astrid’s POVMy heart is racing, crawling up my throat like a rejected meal, making me feel like I’m going to collapse on the street. I look at my watch again, seeing that it’s fifteen minutes before eight, which is the time of my first class for the day.And yet here I am still, power-walking to Delta Kappa, the fraternity house where my boyfriend stays at.“Hey, Astrid!” one of the frat boys from Delta Kappa greets me as he sees me running up the porch. I forgot his name completely, but I remember him to be one of the friendly ones. “Cade’s still inside.”“Oh, I know,” I mutter under my breath, barging into a room full of men watching a workout video on their gigantic TV while they all lift weights.“Astrid,” they all say in unison as a greeting, and I just nod at them, rushing up the steps where the rooms are.The boys of Delta Kappa tick pretty much every stereotype for frat boys: they’re all rich, handsome, muscular, and just a tad dim. My boyfriend Cade Franco is not any differe
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