Fraternity X Pretty Boy Pt 1 -

Jax swirled a glass of bourbon (neat, always). “No. That ‘pretty boy’ just took a paddle to the spine sixteen times and didn’t blink. That’s not a pledge. That’s an agent.”

The New Face of Greek Life: The Rise of the "Pretty Boy" Fraternity fraternity x pretty boy pt 1

He didn't look like the typical pledge. Where the other guys wore backwards caps, stained white tees, and an air of aggressive athleticism, Juno wore a fitted pastel sweater and designer slacks. His skin was too clear, his eyelashes too long, and his lips too pouty. He looked less like he was there to join a brotherhood and more like he had taken a wrong turn on the way to a fashion showcase. Jax swirled a glass of bourbon (neat, always)

“This is a fraternity, Picasso,” Jax said, gesturing to the sweat-soaked, screaming pledges doing wall-sits in the corner. “We break pretty things. You sure?” That’s not a pledge