Page 2 of Frat Ghost Wingman

Those weren’t the balls I was interested in, but he didn’t have a clue.

Teo was recruited as a first year and immediately earned a spot on the starting roster. By the end of the season, he was the team’s second highest scorer. That’s how good he was.

And everybody loved him, not just me.

“Hey, I promised your folks I’d look out for you.”

“I don’t need you to do that.” I put my Jeep Gladiator in park.

Teo shrugged. “Not a lot to worry about anyway. We’re legacies and we’re second years. We get a free pass! It’s the first years that are gonna need to watch their asses,” Teo said, hopping out.

“Not to mention you were appointed the vice president,” I added, climbing out to meet him around the back. “Couldn’t you have gotten your own room?”

“What’s wrong, Zach?” Teo paused, his hand on the back door handle. “I thought you wanted to room together.”

“Well, yeah. I just–”

“I didn’t want you stuck with some rando especially after we didn’t get to room together last year. Plus, I’ve seen our room and it’s amazing. It’s everything I wanted for us. You’ll love it!” Teo squeezed my shoulder and I couldn’t help but feel reassured at the touch. His crystal blue eyes piercing mine had nothing to do with it either.

Teo’s optimism was infectious. It’s one of the reasons our friendship was so strong, opposites and all that. The fact that our dads were best friends and met at the same fraternity thirty years ago probably helped too.

“I got word from Liam that all our furniture was delivered yesterday. We just have to put it together.”

That was the reason we didn’t have a moving truck this year. KΩK's alumni raised so much money to remodel the house, there was more than enough left over to furnish all the rooms, and apparently still have enough left to start a decent house fund.

That was Middleton for you, and I wasn’t complaining.

My dad had made some good connections here and that’s part of what made his eco-friendly landscaping business a huge success. That, and perfect timing.

“Decker!”

I turned toward the house to see who was using Teo’s last name in typical bro fashion.

“Hey, Liam. This is Zach.”

“Another legacy, sure, sure.” Liam held his hand out and I obliged with what turned into a bro hug – a half-hug, half-handshake combo. I was sure I’d have to get used to that.

“What are you guys doing? No, no, no.” Liam whistled, loudly. “We already have pledges for that. First years got here last week for orientation. By the way, Decker, you’re the last officer to arrive. Cabinet meeting tonight. You like tequila, right?”

Teo nodded, looking all officious and not at all like himself, but I was soon distracted by the small horde of shirtless young men, dressed only in pink lace panties, that emerged from the side door of the massive colonial that was to be our home. I tried not to stare, but some of them were not at all contained by the small garment. The muscles were also…distracting.

“I see you’ve been busy already,” Teo said.

“Damn straight.”

This is the least straightest thing I’ve seen all day.

“New rules means modified rush,” Liam explained. “Take everything in the Jeep up to the third floor, east wing, room twelve.”

We hadn’t brought much, and despite what Liam said, I grabbed a box myself as did Teo. There were enough scantily clad pledges that it only took one trip.

“Do you need some help putting your furniture together, sir?”

My dick stiffened at the last word, especially once I saw the twink the words were coming from, but he was looking at Teo and not me.

“No, thank you…”

“Malik,” the tan-skinned, drop dead gorgeous youth answered with a smile.