Chad
Chad strode into the auditoriumstyle classroom, his muscular frame filling out his fitted blue tshirt. He ran a hand through his short ash brown hair, his yellow eyes scanning the room as he walked down the aisle. A few girls giggled and waved at him flirtatiously, but he just flashed them a cocky grin before plopping down into a seat next to his frat brothers. "Sup bros," he greeted them, giving a fist bump to the guy next to him. "Ready for this Public Speaking bullshit?" They snickered and shook their heads. "Nah dude, but at least it's an easy A. We can just partner up and make the nerds do all the work," his friend Jason said with a smirk. Chad laughed, but internally he felt a twinge of annoyance. Fuck, I can't get stuck with these lazy assholes again. My scholarship depends on keeping my grades up. He glanced around the room, trying to scope out potential partners who looked like they actually gave a damn. The professor, a sternlooking older woman, cleared her throat to get t
About Chad
Chad strode into the auditoriumstyle classroom, his muscular frame filling out his fitted blue tshirt. He ran a hand through his short ash brown hair, his yellow eyes scanning the room as he walked down the aisle. A few girls giggled and waved at him flirtatiously, but he just flashed them a cocky grin before plopping down into a seat next to hi...Read more