Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Whoa. That’s an accusation. We did fine.”
There’ve been two challenges since we came out to our frats, neither of which Sigma Alpha or Alpha Theta Mu won, though it has evened our overall scores, meaning we’re still vying for victory.
“No one’s going easy on anyone,” I insist. “Neither of us would want that.”
“Then we’re all good. So where you think you’re gonna take him? You know the fall festival is going on. That’s a fun, datey thing.”
“I’ll think of my own dates, thank you very much.”
Not a bad idea, though. When our crew’s gone the past few years, we’ve seen Lance and his frats at the festival, and he’s always having a good time.
I bet he’d like that. And I’ve learned I have a thing for giving Lance what he wants.
No—what he needs.
After Ryan and I complete our workout, we wait with Jaxon for Keegan to wrap up on the treadmill before hitting the showers. I finish first, drying off, then head to my locker. I’m in a bit of a hurry because I want to see if Lance has texted me. Maybe now would be a good time to vibe out if he’d want to go on a date with me.
“Practically skipping to your locker,” I hear Ryan say behind me before I feel his towel snap me in the ass.
“Fucking prick better be careful what you start,” I say, spinning around and gripping the knot in my towel.
“You think you got it, bring it.”
I whip it off, giving him a slap in the side, and soon we’re going at each other’s asses before Jaxon slips up behind and joins me in an attack against Ryan.
“Careful!” Ryan says. “You guys are gonna bruise the meat.”
“You started it.” I laugh, not just because of how ridiculous and fucking cliché it is for us to be fucking around like this, but also because it’s fun as hell.
“That’s what you get for dragging my ass out when I could have slept in,” Jaxon says.
Ryan cups either cheek as we head to the lockers. “Whatever. Still got a nice pink mark on that tail,” he says, indicating my ass. “Make sure to let Lance know who did it.”
I chuckle as I spin the combination lock. Removing it, I open the locker door, when I notice my duffel is gone.
“The hell?” Ryan says from his locker, echoing my thought.
“Where’s my shit?” Jaxon asks.
At the bottom of my locker, there’s a brown package, and as I reach inside, my mind finally catches up with what’s going on.
Those little pricks.
I open the packaging of the little gift, discovering inside a piece of men’s lingerie—a lacy G-string.
I can’t help but laugh, and is it weird that even though Lance got me good here, I kind of hope he picked this out especially for me?
“Dude,” Ryan says, and I see him assessing his own pink, lacy garment—more like trunks.
“Did they get us all?” Keegan asks.
“How did they get me?” Jaxon asks. “I just decided to come here last minute. Knew it was a shit idea to hit the gym today. You can see my ass in these.” He peeps through the holes in the back of his lingerie, which has us all laughing.
I check inside my package, discovering our student IDs and a note, similar to the one I left for Lance when we pranked the Alpha Theta Mus, then read it aloud:
“Ty,
Obviously, since you guys were showering, you left your car keys and phones in your bags, which you can find back at the Sigma Alpha house. Since it’s November and we’re a generous frat, we waited for a slightly warmer front, so you’ll only enjoy some hard nips and small dongs.
We’ve left your student IDs so you can take the shuttle back in your new, sexy outfits to greet all your fellow housemates, who’ll be waiting to enjoy the show, along with some very eager members of the nearest frats and sororities.
Presented to you by:
Alpha Theta Mu
PS: Didn’t think we’d get you back? ;)
I’m sure they crafted the message together, but that last bit must’ve been from Lance.
“Clever fuck,” I mutter.
“Okay, I wasn’t even supposed to be here,” Jaxon says. “I should be exempt.”
“Uh-uh. No one’s exempt.”
“You think we can get someone to give us a ride?” Ryan asks.
“If we go back to the frat, everyone will be waiting for us,” Jaxon observes.
He’s not wrong.
“I know that guy Crews out there,” Keegan says. “Bet he can get us to the mall for some shirts.”
“Hey, hey,” I say. “You guys are trying to avoid the spirit of the prank. Alpha Theta Mu never backed down from their challenge, and it’s sixty degrees out there, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna get hypothermia. We’re not poor sports, and we’re definitely not gonna let them think they intimidated us. We’re gonna strut this just like Lance and his crew strutted their adorable little G-strings and crop tops. And we’re gonna look sexy as hell doing it.”