The Fraternity Group Chat

Logan put his phone on do not disturb. He wasn’t jealous— or maybe he was. He wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he was angry. Angry at Lily, not for the ‘rush tits’ but for everything that happened last week. Hell, all semester. And now here she was keeping it going…

Lily wondered if Wyatt’s little proposition would inspire Logan to finally reach out. Realize what he was missing, maybe make him a little jealous. No text ever came through. That evening after her shower they passed each other in the hall. She had intentionally left her robe loose enough to show an ungodly amount of cleavage— he barely looked. He responded to her tempting smile with a tight mouth and furrowed brow. Why is he mad at me? Is this about the Rush tits? Maybe he should fucking talk to me if I did something to him.