It's hard being a hybrid at a university that looks down on its not-quite human students, but in exchange for the superior education at the prestigious school, he's willing to endure the hardships of being treated as a lesser person.
At least he ha...
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When Bun's frat brother said that everyone would come back from the holiday and sweat out all the food they'd stuffed themselves with, he wasn't playing around.
The Sigma House was packed wall to wall with hybrids of all types and a few humans that actually knew how to act, and the heat from all those bodies in one place would have been enough to make them forget that it was almost December if it weren't for the periodic rush of frigid air whenever somebody opened the door.
In some parts of the house, the music was loud enough to feel in your chest. The liquor was omnipresent, as were half-naked women, some of whom were hoping to grab the attention of one of the brothers. With Sigma Phi having such a strong track record of producing men that went on to become some of the most successful, powerful, and influential out of the school's alumni, human population included, it didn't even matter what brother it was that chose them, only that they were seen. They were all destined for greatness.
Likewise, some of the men in attendance couldn't give a damn about the cause the party supported. They only came because Sigma parties were known to be packed with some of the baddest women on campus, and tonight was no exception.
Two of such women, who's sexiness was as identical as the lime green bodycon dresses they wore, both locked eyes with Bun and his squad as they passed. Holding hands as they strutted through the house, one turned back to the other, smiling as she spoke, her eyes briefly falling on the Greek letters on Bun's red and white letterman jacket. Her identical friend then turned and smiled as well, giving them an up and down look that invited them to follow as friend number one led friend number two away.
His friends responded predictably. Kit tapped Pup's arm and pointed in their direction but they surprisingly didn't ditch him for once. What they did was watch their curvaceous bodies sway seductively as they went.
Frowning hard with appreciation, Pup took a swig of the beer in his hand, looking in their direction until they disappeared into the crowd. "Fuck, man," he said. "I'mma fuck around and find a wife in here."
"Nah, Bun the one they were fucking with their eyes," Kit snickered.
Faking irritation, Pup gave the frat in question side eye. "Man, take that fucking jacket off. You fucking it up for both of us."
"Fuck you," Bun said nonchalantly, then drank the rest of his beer from his bottle. "Sigma or not, I still get more pussy than you."
"Not lately," Pup smirked. "Lovesick ass."
"Ain't nobody lovesick," Bun said boredly.
"My man over here sprung like a motherfucker," Pup said while fake chewing gum.
Kit chimed in. "I mean, you are wearing red, my guy."
"My jacket is red," he corrected. "My fit ain't."
When they both looked at him questioningly, Bun rolled his eyes and opened his jacket. Underneath was a yellow and white Fendi button down shirt. He wasn't one to wear obvious labels but grand-mère bought him this shirt and he was going to fucking wear it.
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