Page 15 of Frat Around and Find Out

Lance

“It’s wild goingto an Omega Psi TaskFrat Challenge fully clothed,” Marty says on our way over, my crew leading the way. The streetlights illuminate the block, which is crowded with Peach State students in spirit wear, heading to the host house for the challenge.

“Let’s not assume we’ll be in these clothes by the end of the night,” I remark, since I know this frat well enough to be suspicious.

“Remember last year, they had us in BDSM outfits,” Payton mentions.

“I didn’t forget,” Marty says.

Payton smiles. “I thought you looked good in your harness.”

“And no compliment on my ass at the last event?” I ask. “That hurts my feelings.”

“Wow, Payt,” Ash says. “I don’t think you complimented any of us on our asses. You ain’t safe.”

Payton rolls his eyes. “I was busy trying to keep that damn string from riding up my ass, thank you very much. And we already know who had the sexiest ass, at least according to the comments on that Phi Lambda girl’s vid on socials.”

My cheeks warm because damn right it was me, but mainly because of the particular angle she shot me from, whichproudly displayed my assets.

“Not doing those squats for nothing,” I say as we reach the Omega Psi house.

As I survey the crowd gathered on the front lawn, I catch myself looking for the Sigma Alphas. I’ve seen Ty around since our run-in at the library, but just in passing.

In all the time we’ve known each other, he’s never stopped to chat with me like that. Although, we only stop and talk for the digs and to remind each other we’re gonna kick the other’s ass in TaskFrat. Normal amount of interaction for frat rivals, I’d say.

“Angie planning to be here tonight?” Ash asks.

“Yeah, she’s feeling better and caught up on work, so she told me she’d swing by.”

It makes me reflect on how Ty kept bringing her up—how jealous he must’ve been that I got with a hot girl like her. I could have told him there was nothing going on between us, but he was being such a dick, and when he pretty much assumed we were getting together, I didn’t bother to correct or clarify. Besides, it’s really none of his business.

“Hey, guys,” I hear, and turn to see one of Sigma Alpha’s own approaching—Dax.

He’s the Sigma Alpha who hangs around our frat most. Honestly, though, I’d be surprised if there’s a frat Dax doesn’t hang out with because not only is he cool as hell, he’s also made lots of friends with benefits since he transferred to Peach State last year.

He hugs it out with Ash, then makes his way around the crew for fist bumps.

“What’s up, man?” Ash asks.

“Getting into trouble. The usual,” he says with a wink. “How’s Colin?”

In the time I’ve known Dax, he’s made interesting comments to Ash and Colin, which makes me wonder if something happened between them. Well, at least if he got to witness some fun they shared since that’s the kind of thing they’re into.

Ash catches Dax up a bit about his man, and then Dax asks, “You all figured out how you’re gonna prank us back yet?”

“We haven’t had time,” I confess. “And for it to be any good, we need to sit on it a bit, wait until you Sigma Alphas have let your guard down. And when we do have a plan, you really think we’re gonna share it with you?”

“I could probably get it out of someone,” he says with a confident smirk.

“Well, guess you’re gonna have to find out the hard way,” I tell him.

“Hard way happens to be my favorite way.”

As the guys get a kick out of that, Ash asks, “Speaking of your frat, where the Sigma Assholes at?”

“Ooh, I don’t know that I can tolerate that from an Asshole Theta Mu.”

Before Ash can reply, I spot Ryan, who’s hard to miss, with Keegan and—of course—Ty Lancaster. They’re standing in the crowd with their team, just a few yards away.

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