The Next Contestant Read Free Page B

better. But damn. Living on dad’s money hasn’t taught me shit. See, here’s the deal. You’re not gonna read a story or cry me a river because there are no tragic moments or flawed fuck-uppery as far as my family or that of my fellow friends. Just me. I like to gamble andI’ve blown a ridiculous amount of my ‘allowed living expenses, college funds,’ as my dad put it, by gambling, partying it up, vacationing, splurging on chicks in my drunken stupors. I’ve got a nice house, but choose to live in the dorms with my soccer buddies. Easier to party and score some ass.
    But I’m fucking broke. Had to go to dear ol’ dad and ask for more money.
    “You have two choices, Jaxson Andrew Nash.” Ouch. Dad using my full name means only one thing. I’m toast. I can’t sell my house. Dad’s name is on it. For the sole purpose of protecting my future, my investment. Ha. More like his investment. Probably a good thing his name is on it ’cause I would’ve sold the house and likely blown that money, too.
    Dad gives me two choices, one of which he’s wanted all along. “You get a job if you want to stay where you are, or transfer to Berkeley.” Yeah, he’s wanted me to follow in his footsteps all along. Go to the same college he did and join the frat he was in. Getting a job doesn’t fit in with my soccer schedule, which is my passion, my future. But, Berkeley’s soccer team is at the top of their game and I’ve been invited countless times to pledge Kappa Alpha Omega, and scouted by the coach from time to time. Guess I only have one choice.
    “You know I can’t get a job. My only option is to transfer.”
    I know the history behind the fraternity thanks to dear ol’ dad, the legacy. I go through the formalities, the brothers accept me as Kappa Alpha Omega material, extend a bid, which I accept and become a pledge. The brothers and I ‘bond,’ like a bunch of girlies, but mostly because we all have a passion for soccer. And parties with no strings attached sex. Sorority sisters mostly.
    There’re codes, promises and the one big no-no is Kolby’s sister. Can’t remember what her name is, but yeah, we all take the oath to steer clear of any of the brothers sisters.
    I move in to the Kappa Alpha Omega fraternity house and I have to admit I love it here. The parties are kick ass and there’s lots of fine pussy.
    Why the hell not.
    I’m only young once so why rush into a meaningless relationship? Sure, don’t get me wrong, I do want that special someone, but until she comes along, I’m settling for nothing less than a good ol’ time.
     

     
    AFTER ANOTHER KICK ass game, which we won, again, the brothers and I are chilling, sitting at the oval kitchen table doing shots, drinking beer, getting trashed. There are people scattered everywhere; dancing and drinking in the living room, others on the deck, and some crazy ass bitches skinny-dipping in the pool.
    Kolby’s eyebrows are furrowed but his lips stretch into a devious grin. He’s got something wild and crazy going on in that head of his.
    “I’ve got an idea,” he says, raising his head then scans each of our faces, stopping on mine. “A little gambling that involves girls.”
    “Go on,” I tell him.
    “I think it’s time we let you and the new members in on a little secret. Our way of ‘hazing,’ if you will. Nothing life altering or alcohol induced, unless you choose to be intoxicated.”
    Ah, shit. I hope this doesn’t center around any of us being put on display. Fuck it. I can do whatever they throw at me.
    “Brothers,” Kolby announces. “Shall we show them the funhouse?”
    Some groan while others hoot their “fuck yeah” and my stomach stirs. Kolby puts some of the brothers in charge of the party going on here at the house, while he takes us on a grand tour of said funhouse.
    Six of us pile into his black Escalade. We drive a few miles down the road and park in front of Blaze. It’s some fancy college bar my dad mentioned but he