Page 11 of The Frathole

“Uh…”

When I first signed up, I figured this would be something I did without anyone knowing, but between Lance’s chatty mouth and Ryan being a douche, the secret’s out.

“Class was fine,” I lie.

I gravitate to Angie, settling on the couch beside her.

She moves closer to me and takes a whiff. “Oh, Marty, I always love your cologne. I could smell it all day.”

My cheeks warm, and I giggle—at least the closest thing I do to a giggle—and it even takes her by surprise.

“You gonna teach me any moves?” she teases.

“How about once I’ve had more than two classes?”

“I think Lance should take some dance classes,” Ty says from the love seat he and Lance sit on.

“Tango?” Lance asks.

“Maybe pole dancing,” Ty jokes.

Lance practically crawls onto Ty. “I bet you’d like that.”

Lance and Ty are so into each other, and I must admit, I’m a little envious of the amount of time Lance spends with Ty now. Before he partnered up, it was Lance and me, and before that it was Lance, Ash, and me, but now that Lance has Ty and Ash has Colin, I’m the only one flying solo. Not that I don’t want Lance to be happy. I love how good his Sigma Alpha guy is to him, but it used to be us hanging out on Sunday evenings, not him sitting in his boyfriend’s lap.

“It’d be fun to learn to pole dance and then maybe make a set list to play for you,” Lance says, then kisses Ty—way too intimately for a public kiss.

“Ash and Colin may have rubbed off on you guys,” I say. Not that Lance and Ty are into exhibitionism. At least, not that I know of.

“I’m pretty sure they would have mentioned a four-way to me,” Angie jokes, which gets the guys laughing.

“Ew, gross,” I say.

“What’s gross?” Dax asks as he heads through the door. I’d say Dax is Sigma Alpha’s most charming frat. He’s earned a reputation for seducing more than a few of my peers out of the closet. Seems to have a talent for it, and even the guys who don’t want to get in his pants, want to hang with him.

He’s just cool…the opposite of me, basically.

Ryan heads in right behind him, and I clench my fists. Fucking A.

I couldn’t go an afternoon without seeing that prick? Is it not enough that I have to see him every night before I go to bed? And every morning when I wake up?

“Our four-way with Ash and Colin,” Ty replies, which has Lance in stitches.

Dax’s brows tug closer together. “I don’t get why that’s amusing. That sounds hot as hell.”

I retch. “Now I’m gonna have that image stuck in my head.”

Dax shrugs as he and Ryan approach the couch.

Ryan gets right in front of Angie, resting his hand on his hip, his lips curling into a smirk. Why is he so close to her? He stands there, posing in a way that shows off his body in his tank top, his muscles really popping. Sure, he talks to her sometimes, but this seems different, and I’m suspicious of his motives. Would Ryan be a dick enough to flirt with her to get back at me for getting him placed on probation?

I already know the answer.

“I’m guessing you guys were at the gym,” I say through my teeth.

“Yeah,” Ryan says. “Met with my trainer for drills this morning, then headed over to get my pump. Gotta stay in shape for next week.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Angie says. “You gotta show off your skills, and then the teams are gonna be fighting to see who you’ll sign with for the NFL.”