Page 7 of Frat Around and Find Out

I don’t bother explaining who he is, since he’s active around campus. And it’s clear by her expression she knows whom I’m referring to.

“He’s a friend,” I clarify.

“Oh,” she says with a laugh, sounding relieved, since it means she can continue her pursuit.

And I’m relieved too because I could have blown my chances, and she’s too hot to miss out on. Fortunately, I keep my cool long enough to link up with her on Instagram before I make my way through the party, toward the DJ booth, where I figured I’d find Lance since he loves DJing for the frats. He’s chatting with Ash, both still in their G-strings and crop tops.

Doesn’t surprise me about Ash because the guy loves attention. Lance, though, is usually more reserved, but tonight he’s baring those cheeks and abs, his crop top and hair a little wet but not covered in blue goo anymore, so he must’ve taken a shower.

Funny because most of the guys from their team have cleaned up and are fully dressed.

Just like when I saw Lance strutting around in that G-string at the event, I have to hand it to him. The guy has a way of turning around any bad thing.

As his gaze meets mine, his eyes narrowing as he smirks, I find myself getting…excited. I chalk it up to my body associating him with that morning when he accidentally rubbed one out for me, thanks to those asshats at Omega Psi.

“Didn’t bother to change?” I ask in my typical asshole fashion as I approach the DJ table.

“Didn’t see the point. Told you I looked damn good in it.”

He really fucking does.

“Yeah, well, doesn’t look like hitting the gym did you any favors tonight.”

I shouldn’t enjoy teasing Lance Fehn as much as I do, but I can’t help myself, especially when he makes it so goddamn fun. Even as he stood there, giving me shit for the prank I put himand the Alpha Theta Mu crew through, I knew he was impressed. As he should have been. Although, he’s right. I’m gonna have to be ready for whatever he and his frat have in store for Sigma Alpha now, but that’s part of the fun of pranks, right?

“I would say what didn’t do me any favors was when you tripped me into the Jell-O,” he says, quirking a brow. “Low blow, dude.”

“That was an accident.” At his glare, I raise my hands. “Honest on that one. I wouldn’t do you dirty like that.”

He studies my expression as though trying to decide whether he can trust me.

“Hey, I’m just trying to keep you from siccing a hog on my guys again,” I joke. “Besides, I’d never lie to someone I fucked around with.”

“We havenotfucked around.”

“You know they say when someone doesn’t use contractions, they’re probably lying.”

“I have a sneaking suspicion they don’t teach that in cybersecurity classes,” he says.

“Just something I’ve seen in shows. And you remembered my major? You really are obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

“Like you don’t know mine?”

Medical engineering.

“Um…like chemical engineering or some shit?” Now I’m the liar, and the way he’s looking at me, I figure he knows. “I feel like you’re trying to get off the subject of when I got my cum all over your abs.”

“One of these days someone is gonna hear you and think we messed around.”

“And then what? I’ll have more interested guys approaching me than before?”

I can tell he’s having to keep from rolling his eyes.

“Tell me, am I the last person you messed around with?” Before I asked, I told myself I was just giving him hell, but as soon as the words come out, I’m genuinely curious.

“I’ve been out with girls since then,” he insists.

I find that hard to believe. “Come on, Lance. You’re not the kind of guy who’s gonna charm the pants off a girl, take her back to your place, show her a good time, and then try to politely get her to leave as quickly as possible.”

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