Greek Week-Part Two
A/N: Thank you all so much for the positive reception to Part One! Glad you’re all excited, hope you like this part!
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The car wash was, of course, the biggest success of the day.
Admittedly, it didn’t surprise anyone. You’d played to your strengths and used the senior girls to wash the cars, most of them flirting with the poor freshmen whose jaws were on the floor. Omega Chi raised the most money with the car wash alone, never mind the other services you were running that day. You hadn’t missed Calum’s scowl as the results were announced, sending him a smug grin as you and your house cheered.
You weren’t surprised when he turned up on your doorstep that night.
“Thanks Tiff.” You smile at the sister who had answered the door, leaning against the frame with a smirk as she returns to the lounge. “To what do I owe the pleasure Hood?”
“That chance you maybe were going to give me.” He smirks, pulling the cigarette from his lips. “Think you could take it now?”
“What have you got in mind?” Your question brings a genuine grin to his lips, and you can’t help the one that takes over your own face in response.
“How do you feel about coffee?”
Calum waited for you as quickly changed, considering you’d still been in your O Chi shirt, pulling on a dark green knitted jumper over a black vest. You ignored the curious glances your Sorority Sisters sent you as you returned to where he stood in your hallway, as well as the sarcastic “Have fun!” Roxana sent your way. Instead, you returned Calum’s smile and followed him out of the house.
You ended up in a small coffee shop a couple of blocks over. It was new to you, but Calum was clearly was no stranger to the quirky establishment, assuring the boy behind the counter he’d have his usual, before allowing you to order yours.
“You don’t have to pay-“
“Y/N, it wouldn’t be much of a date if I let you pay.” He grinned, handing over the money.
“That idea is old fashioned and-“
“You can pay next time if it makes you happy.”
You take your drink silently then, choosing not to mention the fact he was already planning another outing, and the fact you’d actually agreed to go on a date with Calum Hood. Following him to a table in the corner by the window, you tried to ignore the voice in your head that sounded suspiciously like Rox’s saying he was frat boy, an Alpha Sigma Phi frat boy at that, who had conveniently decided to take you on a date at the beginning of Greek Week.
The voice silences when he grinned at you again.
Because right now he didn’t look like Calum Hood, president of Alpha Sig. His hair was flat, and the traces of his curls were showing without his snapback. His tattoos were covered by the thick black sweater he had on, the sleeves reaching halfway down his hands. In fact, as he curled himself around his coffee cup, he could be a different person from Cal the Soccer Star.
“Can I ask you something?” The cockiness is gone from his voice as you smile at each other, instead a gentle tone shining through. You hum in response, taking a sip as he continues. “Are you really only giving me a chance because it’s our last year?”
You mulled over his question for a minute before shaking your head softly, ignoring the way your heart skips at the way his smile grows.
“You’re not as bad as people make you out to be.” Calum cocks his brow at your words, prompting you to explain. “You don’t just use girls for one night, despite most people expecting you to because of Alpha Sig and your major. It’s obvious you actually care about things, about people. You aren’t perfect Cal, but no one is.”
“I don’t know Angel.” He smirks. “You’re pretty close.”
“Smooth Hood.” You laugh, grinning as he winks at you. “What about you? Why have you been so persistent for three years?”
“Y/N, you took my breath away that night I first saw you. You can’t blame me for wanting to make you mine.”
It was easier than breathing, finding conversation topics with Calum. They simply flowed from one to the next, no unnecessary and awkward pauses. You didn’t realise the sun had set until Calum pointed it out, noting he should probably return you before your sisters accused him of kidnapping.
“Must return their almighty leader for the Drive Day tomorrow.”
You roll your eyes but nod, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to lead you from the coffee shop. His thumb dragged slow circles over the back of your hand as you walk, the silence comfortable as you stole glances at each other. It wasn’t until you were back on the porch he pulled you to a stop, dropping your hand to wrap his arms around your waist.
“So…” He smirks as your own arms lock around his neck. “Worth that chance?”
“At the minute, yeah.” You smirk back, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re still on trial.”
“I can live with that.” He grins, before leaning down to press his lips to yours. You pull him closer as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip, letting him deepen the kiss. The taste of coffee still lingered on his lips, as well as the cigarette he’d had when he picked you up. The mix itself was addicting, and you knew your resolve wouldn’t last long after a night like this. You started pulling him back towards the door when a bang causes you to break apart, a sigh slipping past your lips as he leans his forehead to yours. “What was that?”
“No idea.” You mutter, although you had a good guess it was due to an audience of your sisters. “I’d invite you in, but-“
“I gotta go anyway Angel. Don’t think it would look great if the president of Alpha Sig started the second day of Greek Week in the president of O Chi’s bed.”
“I mean, I think I’d quite like the view.”
He laughs then, a genuine laugh that makes you grin widely at him, before he tilts his head to capture your lips. It only lasts a moment before he pulls back completely, walking backwards with a smirk as he pulled his cigarettes from his pocket.
“See you tomorrow Angel.” He calls, lifting his lighter to his lips. “Don’t think this means I’ll let Alpha Sig go easy on you.”
“Nor O Chi on you.” You grin back, waving once before spinning and entering the house. The door shuts behind you and you allow yourself a moment to smile to yourself before narrowing your eyes, crossing your arms before shouting. “Which of you fuckers were spying on me?”