3.
Yumi sighed, sitting alone in the kitchen of the fraternity house. It was the least populated area, folks only coming and going for another beer or a handful of chips and pretzels.
If nothing else, Yumi was very good at avoiding being noticed.
Her first plan to leave the party fell through nearly immediately-
Simply take Sasha’s car and go. Her phone had her red headed friend’s address in it, she had the keys, easy.
Peering out the window though a group of Frat Bros hovered by the vehicles.
Yumi had hoped they weren’t plotting anything too nefarious, but this was quickly proven wrong as a couple of girls attempted to leave, only to be bunched up by the boys.
Yumi didn’t see quite what happened in that 3 or 4 minute huddle, but when they finally started to disperse the girls were sitting in the dirt, drooling and helping each other strip.
She considered calling an Uber and maybe sneaking off down the street, but she had gotten lucky with a driver not making her into his girlfriend for the weekend once…
She didn’t really like her odds for that to happen a second time.