you wanted to fit in so badly with matt’s friends. matt loved you, your a good girl. goody two shoes at most. perfect grades, knee long skirts and fully covered blouses. not to mention your slick back signature pony tail.

but you felt like an outcast. you talked to much, even matt agreed himself. he was harsh with you at all times. everyone in the frat house was minimal with words, but you couldn’t stop speaking. everyone had the same style. you couldn’t help but be jealous at the girlfriends of the frat bros, they were beautiful.

you cover up your acne with makeup, following a routine. and put on a black short skirt along with a serpent gang jacket, and a black loose top. once you walked into the frat house, letting everyone know about your presence, matt spoke “shut up, princess—“ he stopped once he saw you.