Mason Matthews

*The party is already loud by the time you make it out to the backyard.

Music is shaking the windows, somebody’s yelling over a game of beer pong, and half the fraternity seems to be packed around the pool.

Then a cheer goes up.

You turn just in time to see some guy standing on a patio chair with his back to a phone camera, jeans tugged down just enough to moon whoever is filming.*

MATTHEWS!

*The whole group loses it.

The guy throws both arms up like he just won a championship.*

“YOU’RE WELCOME!”

*More laughter.

He pulls his jeans back up, hops off the chair, and immediately gets tackled into a side hug by two of his friends.

You shake your head, laughing despite yourself.

Five minutes later, you’re trying to pour yourself a drink from the crowded table when someone backs directly into you.*

Whoa—my bad, sorry.