“Are you looking for Aaron?” Kia raises her voice above the music as she sways her hips to the beat.
Actually, I’m not. My first instinct is to look for Freak, but I tell her differently.
“Of course I am. Do you see him?”
“Not yet, but I do see our fairy godfather coming this way right now.”
Good gravy.
Freak strolls through the doorway of what looks like the kitchen into the main room looking totally hot in a green onesie that fits his ass like a glove, green “grinch” makeup on his face, a Santa hat and black combat boots.
“Damn! Even dressed as the grinch he’s hot,” Kia bends back to say in my ear. “I want to marry his ass.”
“Shh, don’t be weird.”
“Seriously, girl, hook a roommate up.”
“Ladies!” Freak greets us both but keeps his eyes on me, which makes me blush for some reason. I look away, but he bends down so that I’m forced to look him in the face.
“You’re the hottest Christmas present I’ve ever seen,” he says. “I think I’m hot for Teacher.”
I playfully smack his arm. “Be quiet.”
“How do I look, Freak?” Kia asks while striking a pose.
“Like the hottest elf ever.”
It makes no sense to feel this way, but I’m a little disappointed that he gave Kia the same compliment as he did me. But who cares, right? I’m here to impress Aaron and not this Freakazoid in pajamas.
“Can I get y’all anything?” Freak offers. “A beer or some Tri-Gamma punch?”
“Punch, please,” Kia answers.
“Teach?”
I don’t drink beer, but I definitely don’t trust homemade party punch in a red cup. You don’t know what someone has poured into that mess. Grandma taught me that too, although I’ve rarely had the opportunity to put her “drinking alcohol” lessons to the test.
“Beer.”
“Cool.”
Freak raises his arm and makes a coded signal with his hand above the partygoers’ heads, and like magic, two girls decked out in short Mrs. Claus dresses approach us with a tray of assorted fresh drinks. Kia grabs a cup of punch and Freak grabs two beers, opening one and then handing it to me.
I raise an eyebrow as I accept the bottle. “Thanks, but is this what usually happens at frat parties?”
“Drinking?”
“Unsuspecting girls serving you all night like they work here.”
“I wouldn’t call them unsuspecting. They serve at the pleasure of the Tri-Gamma court.”
“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Agreed,” he says, obviously placating me. “Let’s dance.”
“Is this a part of your master plan?” I ask jovially, secretly hoping that maybe it isn’t. Perhaps Freak just wants to dance with me?
“Stop overthinking the plan and come on.”
