He rushed Sigma Alpha Beta the following spring. On initiation night, Leo pinned the fraternity crest onto his brother’s chest and whispered, "Welcome home, pretty boy."
Leo’s stomach dropped. Mu Tau was Sigma Alpha Beta’s unofficial rival—a fraternity of sharp-elbowed, well-funded guys who confused "brotherhood" with "who can buy the most expensive speaker system." They weren't bad people, exactly. But they were shallow. And Kai, beneath his pretty surface, was not shallow. Rush week began. Leo watched from his fraternity’s barbecue table as Kai, wearing a cream-colored linen shirt (linen! at a barbecue!), drifted toward Mu Tau’s inflatable pool float shaped like a flamingo. fraternity x pretty boy
"Let him go," said Marcus, Leo’s vice president. "He’s a pretty boy. Mu Tau collects them like trading cards." He rushed Sigma Alpha Beta the following spring
"It's just a shirt," Kai said. "Do you have a napkin?" But they were shallow
"Dude, I’m so sorry—"