All you knew was that he was the president and his house threw amazing parties with plenty of alcohol and cute boys to choose from. it started your freshman year, when you slept with one of the boys in some frat (that you didn’t care to know the name of, honestly). In short, you became known as a “campus slut”. When you decided to stick around and begin your art degree at the state university, you’d decided that you’d make the most of it. You went a little under the radar in high school, just wanting to get out of that hellhole. He wasn’t super popular but anybody that knew him, liked him. You’d always coined Luke as the “golden boy”, being well-liked and smart. You attended the same high school as Luke and you both knew of each other, even though you ran in completely different circles.

That’s why it came as such a shock when he started seeing you. he wanted someone to hold hands with and cuddle with and someone to listen to his problems and vice versa. He wanted someone who he could call if he was feeling like shit or if he just wanted to talk about his day. He had a serious girlfriend most of his high school time and he tried the casual dating thing afterward but he quickly found that it wasn’t for him. He won beer pong and he was polite with every girl that approached him, even flirting with them, but he never slept with them. He’d always been a natural with girls and he miraculously built the tolerance to be able to keep up with the boys during the parties. Surprisingly, Luke quickly fell into frat life.

Ashton, the president, immediately took a liking to the blonde boy and, although it didn’t save him from all the hazing, Luke was treated more than just a pledge (being a “legend” or something like that.) His brothers and most of the men in his family had been apart of the same fraternity in their time in college so it was only natural for Luke to be pushed to do the same. It nearly tore him apart when he got rejected, having to settle for the state university and major in accounting because the only other thing he was good at was working with numbers. They were supportive of what he wanted to do but even taking a leap year was unheard of in his family, so he applied to Berklee, hoping to major in music. His parents wouldn’t accept that he wanted to skip out on college. That’s all he’s ever really wanted to do: play music. He excelled in math (something that came naturally to him, regardless of the fact that his mother was a calculus teacher), wasn’t really a partier (he’d had a very low tolerance of alcohol and quickly learned drinking in public was an embarrassing mistake) and spent his weekends throughout high school jamming in Calum’s garage with him and Michael, fantasizing about them making it big and playing arenas. Luke never really wanted to be in a fraternity. Author’s note: okay so the beginning of this had potential but that was kayla circa like four years ago and she’s different and she also for some reason decided to start this in present tense so that’s frustrating lmao but i don’t feel like rewriting this entire thing, so i’m not making any promises that this is my best work ever but it’s one less thing cluttering my drafts!!

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