Touchdown: A Crossdresser's Frat Life

Being The It Girl

Nicky held onto his hips with his bag on tow as he turned fully to look at the it girls infront of him. They had very, very expensive tastes: Chanel bags, Dior bags, designer clothes, expensive shoes and accessories and new edition iPhones that probably have been bought somewhere else other than New York and LA. He also noticed that there were also women of color in the group, such as an Asian it girl with Chanel earrings and a high, Ariana Grande ponytail accentuated with an Hermes twilly scarf. That made Nicky relieved, at least this girl squad was inclusive with their members.

"You're it girls, right? I mean, not to judge but you look like you are."

The leader of the it girls then just nodded in response, with her Louis Vuitton bag swung on the nook of her arm, right at elbow level. She looks pretty. It's just the shiny lip gloss that threw Nicky off. Girl, you're not at the club, wash that excess shit out of your lips. She then threw her hair back with her hands and replied in a sorta calm voice.

"Yeah. I'm Geneva Aston. My family well.... they're famous for corporates. These are all the other girls: Celine Giancarlo, Vanessa Damien, Lydia Rembrandt, Margeaux Clarke, Athena Mitchell, Lorelai Lopez, Sanya Sutton, Annie Kline, Tiffany McConnell, Divina Grimaldi, Carmine Bonavich, Cristel Bradford and Fleur Lowell. They're all from rich families."

Nicky just let a nod of understanding be his response since he didn't actually know what to do with those names, he'll probably forget some anyway. Also the Asian it girl he was observing at earlier? That was the Lorelai Lopez. Geneva was really easy to talk to and she wasn't snappy unlike the stereotypical it girls you see in movies and TV. All in all, this friend group was like the nicer version of the it girl stereotype we're all so used to seeing. (alluding: Mean Girls, Gossip Girl)

Nicky felt really at ease when Geneva had urged him to come along with them to their usual hangout spot: under the trees by the football field, where some boys were lining up to probably get their chance to be in a frat at some point. Of all the places you can recruit members, why the football field?

"So, one: welcome to the club. You're an automatic friend, don't ask. And two, I can't believe you stepped up to Bradley Richardson earlier. No one can even do that kind of stuff like you did with him!"

Nicky was still hung up over the Tall Jock incident (who's name is now Bradley Richardson, according to Margeaux) and now knowing this guy's name? Gives Nicky a sort of a leeway to make his life worse. You mess with a Bechtel, you're going down. Geneva tipped over the lid of her Starbucks cup as she began to take a sip of her macchiato and talk to him.

"We never really caught your name. What's your name, by the way?"

Nicky felt like these it girls would recognize his family just from the last name already. The Bechtels are surprisingly popular among the high society people. His mom, Roseanne Bechtel, is a supermodel and a philanthropist at most. She's appeared in many magazines such as Vogue and the likes. His father on the other hand, Bernard Bechtel, is a giant presence among the stock market business. He's one of the corporate giants in the corporate world with his company, Bechtel Corporate.

"Uh, should I? Fine. I'm.... Nicholas Jane Bechtel. Nicky for short."

And then came the shock. The it girls were staring at him like they couldn't believe their ears about what they had just heard. A Bechtel? In their ranks? They were thrilled, to be honest. These girls have probably on one occasion saw Nicky's mom on a Vogue magazine before posing for the cover while she was dressed in I don't know....Rotate by Birger Christensen? Vanessa had her mouth open in shock while Annie's lipgloss fell to the grassy ground.

"You're.....a Bechtel? I can't believe it.....Roseanne Bechtel's son! I saw your mom in this season's Vogue! She looked stunning, by the way. Love that Georges Hobeika gown she wore."

Nicky was thrown back when Celine had mentioned his mom's Vogue shoot. Okay, so they know his mom. Nice. And for a split second he thought he had to explain to them in full detail, backstory and all about his mom. But no, these girls really have been reading Vogue. Nicky just chuckled and thanked Celine for the complement. Nice work, mom. That goes on the starboard.

"Your mom. She's the Ultima. Like, Kim K ain't got nothin' on your momma cause she is prettier than her plastic ass. That last month's Vogue editiorial with her Georges Chakra gown? I fell in love with that."

"You know something, Nicky- we might all be rich and famous: Annie's the daughter of the Kline corporates and etcetera, but, you- are loaded." Celine made a remark about Nicky's fame and fortune and honestly? It was all just second nature to him at this point. He had a lot of people telling him this ever since his mom blew up as a celebrity, and they didn't mind the attention. As long as no one's ego inflated, then the attention's good. Nicky then decided to swerve the topic from him and his family to something more recent- Bradley. He wanted to know what Bradley likes and hates, where Bradley sleeps, all of that. If he was going to exact revenge on Bradley, he had to know.

"Hey, girls- do you know anything about Bradley? Like what clubs he's in, what does he hate, those stuff." Celine opened the topic by explaining to Nicky that Bradley Richardson is the son of Amelie Ballard and Hugo Richardson, who both are two rich European socialites. Amelie and Hugo are different from Bradley- the inflated ego supposedly sprouted from his past. According to the rumors, he was like that because of his reasoning that "his parents were rich and famous". But who cared? Everyone was rich and famous in the school. Except for the students with scholarship grants and the fortunate enough students to be offered education in the institute. Bradley also is according to Lorelai a member of the school's recognized fraternity, Eta Psi Gamma. But also according to Lorelai and rumors spread by more students, the president of the fraternity is as of this day, continues to be fed up with Bradley because of his nonstop issues with multiple students. So much that they tried putting a lock on Bradley's door, but to no avail. The ol' window lock technique they did but, it also did not work. So they let Bradley do whatever he wants, and they were left to....practically covering up Bradley's shenanigans.

Now a crazy idea popped up Nicky's head- what if he joined the fraternity, exacted revenge on Bradley and taught him a lesson? That would be a cool idea. The only problem with it though is how to cope with a fraternity once you're in. This isn't the Beverly Hills Club where it's composed and formal people- it'a a frat. There's gonna be loud people, more wild stuff behind doors, etc. His main mission now is to ask his brother who's in a fraternity on how to cope with them.

Revenge is coming. Bradley made the wrong choice of messing with Nicky.