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A fellow frat takes Ryan’s spoon and egg, and Ryan feels for one of the several Solo cups on the table. Once he finds one, he downs the drink, then takes extra care setting his cup on the edge of the table, only to miss it entirely during his first attempt at the flip. Ash is next to hand off his spoon and egg with one of his teammates. As he feels around for the cups, he inadvertently knocks a few over before settling on one. Unfortunately, he manages to drink and get his flip in fast, earning cheers from the crowd. He removes his blindfold and races toward us.
Fuck.
“Hope you enjoy watching this ass running toward victory,” Lance says as Ash tags him.
I grunt, unable to keep from looking at his bouncing ass cheeks as he’s off to the next part of the challenge. My dick shifts in my shorts—I assume because Lance has ignited my competitive streak by heading on before me.
The crowd around flip cup calls out again—Ryan’s successfully landed his flip, removed his blindfold, and is now starting toward me.
“Come on!” I call out to him. “You’re a linebacker for fucking Peach State! Act like it!”
Ryan really throws his weight into it, and I position myself to sprint off because I fully intend to own Lance’s perky ass tonight.
“Comeon, Ryan!” And the moment he tags me, I dash off like my life depends on it.
Lance is already at the next obstacle, a wide kiddie pool full of blue Jell-O. He searches through what looks like stuffed condoms.
I grab the letter with my team color from the table:Find the flag in your team’s color and take it to the next station to hand off to your teammate. If you take a decoy from the pool, your team is disqualified.
Not loving that our color is fucking teal.
I hurry into the pool, watching as Lance pulls a ball from a condom and discards it.
“Right on that ass,” I tell him, which earns a quick look before he continues making a mess of himself in the Jell-O, which hasn’t fully congealed.
The noise from the crowd grows as people catch up from farther down the course. Some of them are shouting for me, some for Lance, as we scramble to find our flags. I drop to my knees, hurrying through a few decoys that are annoyingly close in color to teal.
Finally, I find the flag and spring to my feet. Lance must’ve found his at the same time because as I leap up, he appears right next to me, and I inadvertently hit him from the side, knocking him off his feet. He goes tumbling back into the Jell-O.
“Oh fuck,” I say as I catch my balance, then turn to make sure I didn’t hurt him.
On his ass, he props himself up with his hands, emerging from the Jell-O, drenched in blue goo. “Ty Lancaster, you shit!”
I didn’t mean for that to happen, but I have the upper hand, and I’d be a fool not to take advantage. “Sorry, bro,” I tell him before rushing off to hand off my flag to my next teammate, feeling like a bit of a dick, but real good about our lead.
*
“You really killedthe challenges tonight,” Jodie, a Phi Lambda, says as she bats her eyes at me, her attention giving me an even bigger ego boost.
As if I need it.
Sigma Alpha is enjoying all the praise. Not just with the game, but our prank, which has set the bar for the rest of the frats for the year. I must admit, part of what makes the challenges so fun is getting to be competitive with Lance.
And now that I’m standing in front of this hot-ass girl I should be making some moves on, I surprise myself because instead, I’m scoping the after-party at Alpha Theta Mu so I can rub our victory in his face some more.
And, of course, apologize to him for what he must think was an intentional trip.
“Who are we looking for?” Jodie asks.
I thought I was being discreet, but clearly, not so much.
“She hot?” Jodie asks, and I see the question in her eyes, the probing, trying to see if she’s got competition, or more importantly, if there’s no competition because I’m that into another girl.
“I’m looking for a he.”
“Oh really? I haven’t heard. But based on what you just said and how you’ve been flirting with me for the past ten minutes, I’m guessing you’re bi?”
“What?” I ask, shocked by her conclusion. Though I shouldn’t be, given how I phrased that. “I meant, I’m looking for Lance Fehn.”