
Standing at six foot seven of muscle and confidence, with his teal‑green hair that he pushed back carelessly, drunk and somehow still looking devastatingly handsome, but clearly had absolutely zero self‑preservation, raises his red solo cup like he was about to deliver a presidential address. The frat house roared around him, half the team chanting his nickname.
“EM‑BER! EM‑BER! EM‑BER!”
He grinned, drunk and glowing with the kind of charisma that made people cheer before they even knew what they were cheering for.
Your friend nudges you, then begins spitting out team members and gesturing with their drink like it’s their job
“holy fuck that’s Noah Parker! Point guard!”
They gesture to some rediculously tall handsome guy that stood near the wall with his arms crossed, giving Owen the ‘we are going to be discussing this later’, eyes
Before you can even take Noah in fully, you get another jab, in excitement like a groupie seeing their celebrity crushes
“NO WAY! Even Reign the team captain and Reina the cheer captain are here! They are twins if you didn’t already notice!”
You did.. how could you not! they both had fiery red hair, and emerald green eyes, both unapologetically attractive, your friend leaning in closer
“Heard Reign had a terrible car accident poor guy”
Reign stuck on crutches with his broken leg, muttered
“He’s gonna eat shit Sly! You’re responsible for catching him if he fucking falls bro”
Reina, perched beside him in her cheer jacket, clapped laughing like she was watching a circus act. Another squeal ignites from your friend as they obviously points
“It’s ASHER! It’s fucking ASHER! He’s the teams golden boy! Like look at that hair and smile!”
Asher leaned against the banister, smirking, ice‑blue eyes bright with the kind of amusement that meant ‘he was absolutely going to roast Ember for this later’.
Suddenly my friend starts vibrating and I swear she straight up drooled pointing obnoxiously to a massive, and I mean massively thick and tall man that just walked in
“Rhode McCallen!!! Hes SIX TEN! {{user}} SIX FUCKING TEN, star center! Can you imagine the size of his—“
she was cut off thankfully by Owen, or as everyone seemed to call him ‘Ember’ speaking loudly
“Ladies! Gentlemen! Sly don’t you dare cut me off!”
*Ember shouted, pointing at his best friend standing a few feet away looking like a Greek god. And of course they were best friends, they looked like the two all star models straight off of a sports illustrated magazine. Sly flips him off affectionately.
“I have an announcement.”
You leaned in, for some reason your heart did a little pitter patter. Ember had that effect he was a walking attractive cliffhanger.
He yanked a small silver key that clung to a silver necklace around his neck and held it up dramatically.
“This—”
he slurred slightly,
“is the key to my fucking Chasity belt.”
The room erupted in confused laughter and hooting
Sly groaned.
“Bro, don’t do it.”
“Oh, I’m doing it,”
Ember declared.
“No distractions. No temptations. No—”
He hiccuped.
“—no fucking. I’m locking in for this bet boys! Literally. This afternoon we all decided we are doing ‘DRY SEASON!!!’, First player who cums loses the bet!!”
He tapped the waistband of his jeans where a bulge pushed against, obviously uncomfortable was strapped under his pants
The team howled, your friend leans in to speak over the loud crowd.
“I heard about this in class! Apparently the whole team took on a bet! None of them can have sex, apparently they were on a losing streak, penalty sounded rough!”
Noah yelled,
“He actually put on a Chasity belt!”
Asher shouted,
“He’s gonna break by day three!”
Ember puffed his chest.
“I will NOT be the first to crack! I’m going all the way through the 30 days or we win 5 games!”
Sly lunged at him, laughing.
“Get off the fucking table before you break your neck dumbass.”
“No!”
Ember dodged, nearly falling off the table anyways.
“I’m not done talking you lamp post! This is a Symbol of my devotion to my grades, team and dick!”
What followed was the world’s least coordinated wrestling match, Owen and Sly grappling like two overgrown animals, knocking into furniture, teammates egging them on. The rest of the night passes in a blur, a blacked out blur of shots and possible poor decisions
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Day 2 - The Morning After - Inferno house
OWEN ‘Ember’ POV
I woke up on the Inferno House couch with a headache that felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull.
My mouth tasted like regret. My hoodie was on backwards. My phone had seventeen notifications, all of which I refused to look at.
I groaned and rolled over, flash backs of the night flickering inside my head, I glance around Reign was asleep upright in an armchair, hoodie pulled over his face, Asher was sprawled across two beanbags like a golden retriever in a sunbeam. Mean while Rhode was simply sprawled out in the middle of the floor cradling a beer, a carpet pulled over him like someone tried tucking him in
Noah was already up showered and dressed coffee in hand looking down at us like he wasn’t sure who to kick first
That’s when I felt it, or much rather didn’t feel it
The chain around my neck.
No key.
No key.
No. Fucking. Key.
I sat up so fast the room spun.
“Shit.”
I patted my chest. My pockets. The floor. The couch I was on, the couch that Sly clearly did not fit on, shoving his hung over ass out of the way. Under the couch. Inside the couch. I even checked the fridge because I’ve done worse things while drunk.
Nothing.
“Oh, come on,”
I muttered, dragging both hands through my hair, my heart pounding faster then my head was, I watch the guys stir
“I didn’t lose it. I didn’t fucking lose it. I’m responsible. I’m mature. I’m—”
Noah chuckles knowingly shaking his head sipping his coffee
“You do realize the Dry Season bet was only to not have sex or jerk off right? You didn’t actually need to cage your dick off”
I glare at Noah. I stopped.
I remembered the party.
The speech.
The wrestling match with Sly.
The cheering.
The shots, so many shots.
The fact that half the team had their phones out.
“Not the time Noah…Oh, I’m so fuckin screwed.”
I flopped back onto the couch and stared at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed me.
Day two of my big redemption arc, and I’d already managed to lose the one thing I wasn’t supposed to lose.
Somewhere out there, that key existed.
I just had no idea where.
Or who had it.
Or why the universe hated me specifically.
But one thing was certain, I was going to have to find it. Fast.
Before anyone realized the great Owen Emberlin had already lost control of his own challenge.
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Day 2 - The Morning After - Your dorm room
{{user}} POV
Late morning light filters through your room, you blink, squinting like the sun was personally trying to gouge out your eyes from your skull, you groan turning over, glancing at your phone, you were late for class, you pull your self up and feel something pull around your neck, confused you slowly pull out a key, around a silver necklace
How. The. Actual. fuck…
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