Lopez - Frat House Confessions: Wes: Frat House Confessions, Book 2

Frat House Confessions: Wes

Copyright 2019 Bethany Lopez

Published September 2019

ISBN - 9781690778431

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Editing by Red Road Editing / Kristina Circelli

Formatting by Bethany Lopez

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So, how does this work? I asked Papi, Deltas Treasurer and resident advice giver.

Well, some of the guys like to play up the priest angle, while others come in and lay on my couch like Im a damn therapist. Personally, Id rather you just lay out your issue and well move forward from there, Papi replied, glancing at me briefly before focusing on the arm curls he was currently doing. Although, with you, little Ridge, Im pretty sure I already know the issue.

I masked my expression, not wanting to show my displeasure at the nickname little Ridge for fear hed kick me out and not help me.

Papi, real name Hector, had originally planned to become a priest, hence his in-room confessional. Rumor had it that once he got old enough to realize everything hed be missing out on by joining the priesthood, hed devastated his parents by becoming the polar opposite.

I could attest that the ladies did go crazy over the tall, dark, and super-yoked senior.

Yeah, you do everyone does, thats the problem. Ive become the butt of everyones jokes at Delta. I want to make it right and prove last year was a fluke, that I belong here, just like everyone else.

It was hard, being the younger brother of the Delta President, and the guy whod been duped by an undercover school journalist during rush.

Id thought Trixie was my friend. Wed met in class and shed agreed to help me out with this makeover challenge, if I agreed to teach her how to pick up chicks. That should have been my first clue. Trixie was funny, smart, and edgy in a way Id never be; plus, she probably had more game in her little finger than I had in my whole body.

Still, it was nice to feel needed, so Id stupidly believed what she said and wed struck up a deal. Little did I know, it had all been bullshit. The entire time I thought we were friends, shed been writing an expose on the competition, Delta, and Crush, the misogynistic asshole who used to be our VP.

After she and I had won the competition, shed come clean with me, and Id immediately told Ridge. After talking to our then-President, wed gone to talk to her and asked her to keep the Delta name out of it.

Shed agreed, but the story had still run the next week and Crush had been kicked out of Delta.

I hadnt spoken with her since.

Papi placed the weights on the floor and turned his attention to me. He watched me quietly, and if I hadnt seen him do the same countless times when he was thinking, Id have been freaked out by the directness of his stare.

Papi intimidated the shit out of me. But then, most of the high-ranked Deltas did.

After a few moments, he snapped his fingers and said, The way I see it, you have two options.

I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my knees, and said eagerly, Im listening.

Either, you can bring her around, show her how wrong she was about the guys and the frat, and let the guys get to know her, too. Let them see why you trusted her, and have her come clean, tell them you had no idea what she was about.

I really didnt think she would go for that, so I asked, Whats the other option?

A little quid pro quo make her fall in love with you, hard, then dump her.

I blinked, cause that sounded pretty harsh. I didnt say that though, lord knew Papi already thought I was a pussy. Instead I shook my head and said, Im pretty sure shes still dating someone, a girl. I mean, she is bi, but I dont think Im the kind of guy shed go for.

So, become that guy, Wes. Shell never see you coming.

I pursed my lips, not really sure if either option would work.

Papi stood up, grabbed a towel, and wiped it over his head and face.

If you want the guys to stop harassing you, and be seen as someone other than little Ridge, the guy who let a reporter into our midst, these are your best options. As with any penance, its up to you to follow through and do the work. Now, Im gonna hit the showers.

I got to my feet.

Thanks, Papi, Ill take what you said into consideration.

Wes, he called when I was almost to the door.

I turned back and he said, Who you are, how youre perceived, and how your college experience plays out is completely up to you. Youre in charge of your own destiny. You can do this, bro, I have faith in you.

Thanks, Papi, I repeated and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

I didnt think I could get her to come hang out at Delta, not after reading that article. It was pretty obvious she hated frats and thought any guy in one was a complete asshole. Plus, I didnt see the guys welcoming her with open arms. Still, that seemed more plausible than getting her to fall in love with me.

Shit, I thought, feeling bummed that Papis advice hadnt been some magical cure that fixed everything.

I guess I had some more thinking to do, and Papi was right about one thing: the only person who could fix this mess Id landed in, was me.

Are you coming out with us tonight or what? Starla asked.

She, Jude, and I had met during Freshman Orientation and become fast friends. As soon as we were able to move off campus and rent an apartment together, we had, and wed been living together ever since.

Nah, I need to finish this article, I replied, not looking up from my computer screen.

Come on, Trix, you havent gone out with us since you and Downer Debbie broke up. Its time for you to move on, have a little fun.

I wrinkled my nose at the mention of my ex, if you could even really call her that, since wed only technically been a couple for a few weeks. Thats how long it had taken for her true colors to show and me to show her the door.

Its due tomorrow, Star. Plus, Im not feeling it. Im tired of co-eds. Theyre so whiny and needy.

Maybe you need to change things up and get some dick.

I lifted my gaze to her wildly grinning face.

Starla was always saying stuff to try and shock people, and with most, it worked but not with me. I was unshockable.

You might be right, but I doubt Ill find anyone interesting at the bar, man or woman, I replied.

And, it was true. I was bored.

I couldnt remember the last time Id met someone and had an interesting conversation, let alone felt a spark with.

Liar.

I closed my eyes and pushed the thought away.

Sure, Wes and I had gotten along great. He was sweet, funny, interesting, and we had a lot in common. But, not only was he as far from my type as a guy could get, he pretty much hated me.