1063 V3 ch297 (Zeke’s Birthday)

*Third Person Perspective*

In the early morning, someone turned on a loud speaker, playing the opening of 50 cent's 'In da Club'. A tall blonde girl took the speaker down a freshman residential hall causing some groans and yells. A few doors opened either a crack or all the way, but at the sight of the lady, no one said anything and let her continue on her way. 

She stopped in front of a door and banged on it twice. The speaker got louder as the lyrics started. 

"Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, shorty

It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's your birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday"

Behind the door were two guys in the late teens. Zeke Atkins and Rhys Johnson.

Rhys was under the covers, holding a pillow over his head to try to block out the racket. He glared at the guy who was sitting on the adjacent bed. "That is clearly for you. Go answer it."