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)
Jaxon sighs. “It’s days like these that I think I should have just moved into the dorms.”
We all share a laugh before we start slipping into our new gear, coming to terms with just how many people will see us like this, even before we get to the humiliating moment when the frats and sororities are waiting for us to show up in these things, doing some kind of sexy fashion show for them.
But I swallow my pride.
Once we’re all suited up, Ryan says, “Honestly, not too bad since we got a good pump in today.”
“Everyone’s gonna post this online,” Jaxon says. “We’re gonna be the laughingstock of Peach State. This is why I don’t ever do TaskFrat shit.”
“Jax, come on,” I say. “You’d be lucky if anyone gave that many shits about some dumb online video. Trust me, this’ll be embarrassing for a day of your life.”
He takes a breath. “Fine.”
Ryan checks out Jax’s ass. “Plus, I think someone gave you that for a reason. I never noticed you have such a nice ass.”
“Really?” Jaxon asks, checking himself out in the mirror. “Ya think?”
I assess the definition before adding, “Yeah, that’s a sexy bubble butt if I ever saw one.”
He bunches his face up. “Maybe those squats are doing me some favors. Wait. You guys aren’t just saying this to get me to be fine with looking like this all the way back to the house, are you?”
As soon as he says that, Keegan’s eyes widen. “Oh. Yeah, that’s a sexy booty.”
“No, we’re not just saying it, Jaxon,” I tell him. “Come on. Let’s get through this. The sooner we get back to the house and let everyone get their laughs and videos, the sooner it’ll be over.”
And I must admit, I’m kind of excited about strutting in front of Lance, showing him that I don’t back down from a challenge any more than he does.
We take our IDs and head to the shuttle stop, huddling close since, even though it’s not freezing, it’s still chilly as hell. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for the shuttle to arrive, and I recognize the driver, who’s never been friendlier. We hop on the packed vehicle, standing and holding on to the rails, everyone’s attention on us.
Maybe to avoid the stares, we start a game of titty twisters, having to shield our chests from each other before I manage to shut it down.
Throughout the rest of the ride, Ryan’s stealing glances at Jaxon’s ass, and when he sees me noticing, mouths, “Hot ass, right?”
“Are you checking my butt out right now?” Jaxon asks.
“Uh…no,” Ryan lies.
Jaxon’s skeptical expression suggests he’s not convinced.
“Is it just me, or does the shuttle always take this long?” Keegan asks, and I can definitely relate because it feels like we’ve been on this thing for thirty minutes, though I’m sure it’s more like five.
As the driver is heading down fraternity row, I see the crowd gathered outside Sigma Alpha, lining the driveway, phones out. But there’s only one guy I’m looking for.
“I guess this is where you guys are headed,” the driver announces, stopping the bus.
When the door chimes open, Jaxon’s already preemptively tucking his head close to his chest.
“Come on, guys,” I say. “Tear it up.”
I go first, like a noble leader, thanking the driver before stepping off and giving my post-workout chest and abs a good flex for the phones.
It’s only then that I spot Lance and his Alpha Theta Mu crew, dressed in their Greek-letter hoodies. Lance stands on the roof, raising his arms and clapping his hands, surely to demonstrate how he just owned our house.
Everyone’s going wild, hamming it up to make a big spectacle of the moment our rivals got their revenge.
The crowd’s so packed in the drive that it takes me a minute to get to the front porch, where I stand and announce, “Guess everyone knows where the party is today!”
The crowd cheers with excitement, and the rest of the frat is already in party mode, meaning we gotta get out the liquor we have, send some guys to grab kegs, and set up the yard and house for a full-blown party because, hell, I need it after that prank.
“Ooh, they got Jaxon’s ass…literally,” one of the pledges says.
“That’s not what literally means,” I hear someone nearby mutter.
I turn to see a familiar face—Miles Tanner, the guy who vandalized Zeta Tau. He’s near some of the guys from Omega Psi, but keeping his distance, arms folded, glancing around like he doesn’t even want to be here. For a guy who joined a frat, he doesn’t really seem to dig the vibe. More of a loner, even for an Omega Psi. What’s his deal?
“Hey, Rocky,” I hear, pulling my attention away from Miles. Lance heads through the crowd, glancing me over in my sexy lingerie, which I haven’t bothered to cover up since we started getting things together for the party. “I can tell I picked out the right piece.” His hands gravitate right to my body, sliding around my waist and grabbing my ass, earning a few glances. Given our popularity, I have no doubt word’s already gotten around about us, but this is probably the first time some of our peers are seeing it for themselves.