Touchdown: A Crossdresser's Frat Life

You're Annoying

With the mission of getting through the day in mind, Nicky began to walk towards the entrance of Brent University with his bags on tow. Upon walking, he began to inspect the courtyards a few more times and noticed something: some of the more, let's say lesser than rich students were not too social at all while the others had nice, friendly rich people. Some preferred to be huddled with their work while others preferred to go to libraries alongside their rich friends. Nicky walked a few more and began to notice around: there were less mean girls than ever. Cheerleaders were doing splits and hand stands and on one occasion, two femboys in cheerleader outfits with green and blue pom poms were hauled high up in the air as a part of the practice. Nice. Several jocks were huddling to get in, pranking the other students in the process. Oh god. Nicky tried to shuffle his way in whilst huddling his belongings together, getting out of the crowd of rich teens such as the rich art club kids, theater kids, fashion club kids, comedy club, and other clubs who were all around posting flyers of their clubs with stapler guns.

Nicky's locker was number 0080. Close to the university door? Thank god, he can skedaddle with his items out of here after the classes. He opened it. It was clean from top to bottom, left to right until each nook, cranny and crevices of the locker. It smelled like freshly painted metal for the new school year to which it was just waiting to be vandalized, again. He hastily scrunched up his wallet inside and smack dab slid his books and notebooks in, putting in between them a bookmark. He closed it shut while standing next to a group of it girls with beautiful hair, luxurious clothes and high end accessories. He can clearly hear their conversation. Once Nicky turned around and wanted to catch up with the nice people he ended up banging himself on a tall, muscular dude. He was blocking Nicky's line of view. Nicky scoffed, picked himself up on his feet while everyone was looking and oh my god. Was this so embarrassing. The dude was really tall, and he had big muscles clearly chafing in his varsity jacket. He had a frat shirt on just like Janus but instead, it was a different fraternity: not Janus' frat.

"Excuse you, sir. But there's a perfectly fine RIGHT SIDE of the hallway and you chose to walk on the left side. I was here."

Nicky poked the man's chest with his Louis Vuitton Vernis bag clearly pissed and unbothered to the fact that he might get beaten up first day. This dude was tall, and so was Nicky but only when he's in 6 inch Louboutins or else when sneakers, flats, sandals? He's shorter than you think. The dude looked down at Nicky and looked like he was the one who was the victim instead of him which only added to Nicky's anger. The dude stepped close and leaned in, his eyebrows knit together in anger.

"You weren't looking, dumbass."

Nicky was flabbergasted. Seriously?! And now he's the bad guy? He's the dumbass now? Wow, okay! It's not like this man came out of nowhere from whatever hellhole he was in and apparently BLOCKED his right of way in the halls, and now this dude's getting pissed at him for being here? Great, a male Karen! Now what? He had no shame in smacking the dude's face across with his handbag, pissed off. This earned a scoff from the dude and lifted Nicky up by the collar of his Chanel dress, pressed him against the lockers and breathed raggedly. Calm down, Jamal.

"You think you're so fucking tough? Huh? You wanna go, bitch? Cause I can take you down, asshole. You d-"

In one sudden motion Nicky had already gripped onto the dude's neck and with a vice grip and squeeze, he smacked the dude's face again several times. All of the high school kids were looking at the small femboy pressed against the wall beating up a tall, feral, growling jock. The dude tried to breathe but Nicky only made it impossible for him to, so the dude's grip on his dress fell apart and so did Nicky's grip which allowed for the dude to rub his throat and catch his breaths. The dude still had his fists clenched, clearly ready to throw a punch right at Nicky but his slight loss of breath disabled him from breathing properly. Nicky picked up his Balmain jacket from the floor of the halls and looked at the man intimidatingly.

"One, don't start a fight with someone that can easily push you out of the building. And two, it's never too late to not be aggressive: my Chanel almost ripped in half."

The dude, too intimidated and ultimately shocked, had stormed out of the building and into somewhere God knows what. Nicky looked at the halls and noticed that several kids were looking at him like he had just done a good deed, so he waved a hand infront his face to dismiss them all. A clap was heard from behind him, somewhat of a slow yet impressed clap. Nicky turned around and had been surprised with the sight of the rich girls that were earlier chatting next to the lockers, who were now all staring at him in belief. The blonde girl with the princess type of hairstyle began to commend Nicky.

"Nice work, new gal. I liked that. Finally, someone gave him what he deserves."

Nicky was.....shocked internally? He didn't know what to reply. Should he, I don't know- thank them for it, brush it off? Why was acknowledgement so hard. He had put on his Balmain blazer in the process while she was in the process of yapping about Nicky's amazing feat earlier.

"Yeah....he was annoying."

Oh Nicky. Everyone agrees with you, don't worry.