X Pretty Boy Pt 1: Fraternity

He tucks the drive into his satchel. “Thank you, Maya. But some doors, you have to open from the inside.”

But this fall, something shifted.

Bash didn’t run the gauntlet. He walked it. Slowly. Each paddle that struck his back, he absorbed without a grunt. Each slur—“princess,” “China doll,” “waste of space”—he met with that same porcelain smile. fraternity x pretty boy pt 1

“On your mark…” Jax yelled.