Page 5 of Frat Ghost Wingman

I looked around; no one was paying me any attention. I’d have to compliment Liam on his alcohol choices. I’d never hallucinated before.

“Get up! Go now!”

I felt compelled to get up, so I did. I needed to find Zach. I thought dancing with him sounded fun. Coincidentally, Zach was already dancing with Malik, but that didn’t bother me.

“May I cut in?” I chuckled, as I leaned against Zach and grabbed his waist to steady myself.

“How much have you had?” I could almost hear the scolding I was about to get.

“Malik, go get me a bottle of water, please. That better?” I asked, turning to see Malik following orders.

“You didn’t have to get rid of him,” Zach said.

“Pull him closer.”

I fingered his waistband and pulled him closer to me. “I did if I wanted you alone. You’re my best friend.”

“You could just piss all over me. It would mark your territory better.”

“Would you like that?” I could tell that it took him by surprise, so I gave him my easy smile. “You’re cute, you know that?” I dragged a finger across his cheek.

“You’re wasted, you know that?”

I nodded. “But I don’t want to get pukey drunk again, we should go.”

“What about your water?”

“I have water in our room. Come on.” I grabbed his hand and pulled. He didn’t resist. Zach was a good friend and I was lucky to have him.

I was able to make it to the third floor by leaning on him heavily. I may have accidentally pulled his pants down once. I had no idea he wore jockstraps…he didn’t even play sports.

“Here we are,” Zach said, holding the door open for me. “And here’s your water.” He handed me a bottle from the fridge. “All good?”

“You can’t leave me!”

“I can’t?”

“No! What if I choke on my own vomit?”

“Well, then I guess you will have learned your lesson.”

I stood there, staring. Was he fucking with me? “Just for that, you’re gonna help me in the shower. It’ll make me feel better.”

Zach sighed, grabbed a bottle for himself and followed me into the bathroom. “I’ll make sure you don’t drown, but I’m not scrubbing your back.”

After I got his clothes wet and despite his protests, I was able to get his clothes off and drag him into the shower with me.

After much cutesy begging, Zach agreed to scrub my back, and when he was done, I turned him around and washed his too.

“That’s a nice ass.”

There was that weird voice again. But it was right.

It was a very nice ass.

Waking up, I could see the clock said eleven, but it was Sunday and I had no plans today other than maybe running and a few assignments.

Hold up. There was an arm wrapped around me. Fuck, I never brought girls to my room.