Page 8 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Well, if you knew how to operate a blender, I would’ve had one less chance to ogle you.”

I smirked, taking the chance to tease him. “So you admit you were ogling me?”

“You have, like, more abs than me and you don't play sports! There was a lot to ogle.”

“I might not play sports but I do yoga!”

“You’re telling me I could look like that”–Teo gestured to my still naked torso–“without running twenty miles a week?”

“Yup.”

“Put on another jockstrap.”

I shivered at the sound of the whisper. It was definitely not Teo and it creeped me the fuck out.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

He tilted his head in confusion. “I heard you say yup.”

I had no idea whose voice that was or why they wanted me in a jockstrap but somehow a part of me wanted to play along.

“Is it okay if I wear another jockstrap or is that going to overload your system?”

Especially if it was at Teo’s expense.

I needed to concentrate this weekend. I had my first sociology paper due on Monday, the same day as my first art history exam. I should definitely not have driven to western New York to watch Teo play soccer.

Having a kickass Jeep meant that I could go anywhere I wanted whenever I wanted. It also meant other people could come with me if I didn’t say no, although I had to admit it was nice that Aiden and Jayden wanted to support Teo. It also earned me some points with the jocks in charge of the frat. Not that I needed many of those. Points, that is. My friendship with Teo meant I was readily accepted, but I still had my own insecurities.

I wasn’t a first year, but I was smaller and didn’t play a varsity sport. And I was living in the jock house. Teo and Malik were the only ones who had seen my abs, so the rest of the guys didn’t know I looked like them.

On a side note, Aiden and Jayden weren’t bad to look at, so the fact that they had decided to sit on either side of me and share my popcorn was basically the start of every one of my pornographic fantasies. I felt like I had seen this very scene on men.com.

“It was nice of you to come support Teo,” I said.

The one on the left said, “No prob. He works out with us a lot and he’s been to a lot of our matches.”

“Does Teo know you like him?” the one on the right asked.

“Uh, I drove six and half hours to watch him play soccer. I think he knows…”

“Aiden.”

“Aiden,” I repeated.

“That’s not what I meant either, you rascal. It’s okay if you’re gay. I’m bi and Jayden’s–what did you call it, bro?”

“Questioning.”

Seriously.

My jaw must’ve hit the floor.

“I told you your gaydar is terrible. You shouldn’t have said anything, Aiden.”

“No, no.” I found my voice. “You just surprised me, and yeah, I, uh, have a thing for Teo.”

Both of them practically crushed me in half-hugs. “Doesn’t that feel better?”