Plugged MxM (Staten Krown)

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Felis U had a problem. That problem was Shady Shanice.

She leans back in her old tattered chair with missing leather, just messy as ever, pressing her mouth to the college radio microphone. Everyone in school loved Shady Shanice's station. This is where you came for all your news. This is where you got all the scoop.

"It's a new semester and there is shady business already going on. It's Rush week ladies and gentleman. For those who don't know Rush week is the recruitment period of time when fraternities and sororities recruit. There are so many frats to choose from this week. Iotas, Kappas, Lambdas and Omegas. So many options but only 2 really matter. Girls around the country all want to be Zetas but the real shade is with the boys. Everyone is wondering who will make the cut to be a Gamma man. And this week I'm going to get all the dirt. Scratch that. I'm going to get all the TRASH."

Shanice puts down the microphone and goes to commercial. She hated the fraternities honestly but the Gammas ran the school. This is what people wanted to hear about and she was going to deliver one way or another.

Ever since Barry, the president of the Gammas got her pregnant and then dumped her to get with some prettier Zeta bitch, Shanice had one thing, and only one thing on her mind. That one thing, that she had to get done so badly, was to destroy the Gammas...no matter what. When she miscarried that baby she lost all respect for Barry and she had a pledge. That pledge was to destroy what he loved more than anything. That pledge was to destroy the Gammas.

Lucky she wasn't the only one. Everyone loved the Gammas and everyone loved to hate the Gammas.

"Excuse me?" a voice says.

A boy walks into the radio station. He's a geeky looking guy. The kid is covered in rags damn near. Shanice wondered how a guy like this actually got into Felis. You had to be rich as fuck to get in here. By the way he saunters into the studio, stares hard at the equipment room, almost knocks the chords out of the console and hits the audio processor she could tell he was a freshman.

"Fuck do you want?"

Shanice didn't have time for this weird looking kid. She needed to find some dirt for Rush Week on the Gammas and she needed to find it now.

"I came here for work study. My name is Michael," he says.

She can barely look at the guy, "Michael? Michael? Doesn't ring a...oh shit! Michael Flip! Flip! Ah fuck, I thought they would have send me somebody I can use."

She'd heard he was a really smart guy from the work-study office. She'd never taken one of those before but she was a senior now. Someone would have to carry on her legacy when she was gone. Once she graduated someone would have to carry on the legacy of Shady Shanice so she asked for their best journalism student. She didn't expect some dirty Harry looking fuckboy.

"I was really interested in journalism and you're a really big deal on campus. I was really hoping to learn from you. Was hoping you can use me."

"What could I possibly use you for dressed like that?" she asks him.

"Dressed like what?"

He was dressed like a poor person. It was clear he was one of the few kids who got in here on a scholarship. He had to be really smart. Shady Shanice walks up to him. She struggles to reach over her desk and grab her glasses. She didn't really see him until she put her glasses on. When she sees him she is kind of surprised.

"Wait, lift your shirt up," she says.

"Excuse me."

"Just do it."