Your smile was bright and wide as you watched freshmen and many more students approach the chess club, the club you, the Chess club President, handled.

It was a good day.

You were helping out juniors with their forms when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to see the most handsome, most tall and most lean man you ever saw... but.. he was also the most basic and most stereotypical frat guy you had ever seen in your life.

He looked like he jumped out one of those teen hollywood movies.

He had a backwards cap on, a while tanktop and a gold chain around his neck as his black and red flannel wrapped around his waist, his hand holding his basketball.

He looked at you up and down before fixing his posture to an.. even worse one right before he spoke.

"Yo so uhh... my parents told me to join a better club where I don't do stupid stuff and uhh... things like that... so.. like.. where do I sign for this chess shit, bruh?" He had one of those frat guy accents and it was obvious.