Free The Lie by Chad Kultgen Page A

Whatever. Even though Brett was a freshman, he was still Brett Keller and that meant there could be sophomores or other upperclassmen at his party. I couldn’t have other girls who were already Kappas or Pi Phis walking in and thinking I had been the first one there. Kyle just didn’t get it.
    Even though we got there half an hour after it started, we were still like some of the first people there, which wasn’t actually as bad as I thought it was going to be. Kyle introduced me to Brett’s dad, who was a total silver fox. Seriously, you could totally tell Brett was going to be a really hot older guy. His dad was really into talking about the football game with Kyle and everything, and I wanted him to like me, so I pretended to be really into whatever he was saying. I think he liked me.
    Then I met Brett’s stepmom. She was about as into the whole football thing as I was, and I think she could sense it, so she was like, “Heather, I know I’m bored out of my mind listening to this. Would you like a tour of the house?”
    I was like, “Um, sure.” I didn’t want it to seem like I was way overeager or anything, you know, so Brett’s dad wouldn’t be offended like I was bailing on his football conversation, but I did really want to see the house.
    It was seriously insane. It was in Highland Park, of course. It was like the biggest house I’ve probably ever been inside of. I can’t even tell you how many rooms it had or anything. It was that huge. And every room had really nice furniture and everything. I mean it was exactly what I expected his house to look like. I got to see Brett’s room. I imagined what it would be like to wake up in his room with him. Then I imagined what it would be like to be married to him and know that this huge house was half yours. As I was thinking that, I actually realized that I had never even been to Kyle’s house or even really thought about what it might look like—not as nice as Brett’s. That’s for sure.
    After Brett’s stepmom gave me the tour, she took me back out into one of the living rooms where Kyle and Brett were talking. The party had started to fill out a little more. I saw that guy Collin Davis standing over by the fireplace and hoped he didn’t remember me from the double blowjob with Annie—or, if he did remember me, I hoped he wouldn’t like come up to me and say something shitty in front of Kyle or Brett.
    There were a few girls wearing their sorority sweatshirts—a few Chi-Os, a few DGs, a few fat Alpha Chis. No Kappas and no Pi Phis that I could see at first, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. I mean Brett was a freshman, so the fact that any girls who were already in sororities were there was pretty impressive.
    Other than Collin Davis, there were a bunch of guys from different frats there, too. They all seemed to be waiting like vultures to talk to Brett’s dad. I think they were mainly talking about the game, but sometimes I could hear them talking about their dads and business stuff that I could care less about. There were a few old guys there, too, who were wearing ATO stuff. I guess Brett’s dad was an ATO when he went to SMU. I wondered if Brett was going to be an ATO, too, because of his dad. I mean they were still kind of cool, but probably not like they were when Brett’s dad was in school. Brett seemed more like he belonged in Pike.
    It was probably like a few hours into the party and I was seriously drunk. I kind of felt like I was going to puke, which I seriously did not want to do at Brett Keller’s house, so I found Kyle and I was like, “Hey, is there a guest bedroom or something somewhere?”
    He was like, “Yeah.”
    So he took me upstairs to a part of the house that I didn’t really remember Brett’s stepmom showing me, but it might have been because I was so drunk I couldn’t remember, I had no idea. He opened a door and we went into a room that was bigger than even my mom’s bedroom in our house, and it was just a guest