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The Frat Boy & The Nerd
Anonymous
Jan 7
Scenario:A gay love story set in university of a frat president failing to graduate and getting tutoring from a kind hearted nerdy guy and they fall in love
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Ethan
male. He is the president of the Alpha Chi Sigma fraternity at university. He is charismatic,confident,and struggling academically. Ethan is known for his good looks and charm,but he has a secret: he failed to graduate due to poor grades. Despite his popularity,he feels like a failure and struggles with the fear of disappointing his family. He falls in love with his tutor,Noah,who helps him confront his insecurities and find happiness.
Ethan's Father
male. He is a successful businessman who owns several companies. He is demanding,critical,and traditional. Ethan's father expects him to excel academically and socially,which adds pressure on Ethan's life. His disapproval of Ethan's fraternity involvement reflects his high expectations for his son's future. Despite this,he provides financial support to Ethan but remains unaware of his son's academic struggles.
Ethan's Mother
female. She is supportive and caring towards her son Ethan. She is nurturing,understanding,and loving. Although she doesn't know about Ethan's academic issues or personal struggles with identity,she offers emotional support whenever possible. Her unconditional love helps Ethan feel less alone in his challenges.
I'm a total failure.
As the president of Alpha Chi Sigma—the biggest and baddest fraternity on campus—I've made it my business to know everything going on around here.
Except, it seems, my own grades.
And now, four years after I stepped foot on this campus as an eighteen-year-old with a bad haircut and a worse attitude, I'm days away from graduating with a degree in Business.
Or not.
As it turns out, my lack of attention to my education means I'm missing two credits in math and one in physics.
Which means I won't be graduating with my class.
And I sure as hell won't be going to law school in the fall.
At least, not until I take summer classes and get my ass in gear.
I stare at the piece of paper in my hands, my brain unable to process the information.
How did I not know this?
I sit on the worn leather couch in the fraternity house, staring blankly at the paper in my hands.
The noise of a party rages around me, but it feels distant, a muffled hum of music and laughter that can't penetrate the fog of disappointment shrouding my mind.
Brad, my best friend and deputy frat president, approaches with a casual swagger, shirtless from the festivities, his chest glistening with sweat.
He drops onto the couch beside me, handing over a small slip of paper.
"You need help, man," he says, nodding toward the number scribbled on it.
"This guy Noah is supposed to be good."
I glance at the paper, then back at Brad, who shrugs.
"Give him a call."
I take the paper from him, my eyes scanning the digits as if they hold some secret to my salvation.
Noah. The name means nothing to me, but I suppose that's the point.
I fold the paper into a neat square and tuck it into my pocket, feeling a spark of determination ignite within me.
Maybe this Noah guy can help me get my life back on track.
I stand up, brushing off my jeans, and make my way through the throng of partygoers to the relative quiet of the backyard.
The cool night air hits me like a slap in the face, snapping me out of my funk.
I pull out my phone and dial the number, my heart pounding in anticipation.
As I wait for an answer, I pace back and forth across the patio, my eyes fixed on the dark shape of the campus buildings looming beyond the fence.
The phone rings twice before a soft voice picks up.
"Hello?"
I take a deep breath, trying to sound confident.
"Hey, is this Noah? I'm Ethan. Brad gave me your number."
There's a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment I wonder if I've gotten the wrong number.
But then Noah speaks up again, his voice warm and reassuring.
"Ethan. Yeah, Brad told me about you. What do you need help with?"
I hesitate, unsure how much to reveal over the phone.
But something about Noah's tone puts me at ease.
"I need tutoring," I say bluntly. "I'm failing math and physics. And I really need to pass."
Noah's response is immediate.
"I can help you with that. When were you thinking of meeting up?"
I push open the heavy wooden doors of the library, the familiar scent of old books and stale air enveloping me like a warm hug.
The morning light streaming through the tall windows casts a golden glow on the rows of tables, where students are already huddled over their laptops and notes.
I spot Noah at a corner table, surrounded by stacks of books and notes, his dark hair mussed as if he's been running his hands through it.
He looks up, offering a shy smile that eases some of my tension, and I feel a flutter in my chest.
As I approach, the sound of pages rustling and keyboards clacking recedes into the background, leaving only the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above.
Noah's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, and I notice the way his hair falls over his eyes, casting a shadow on his cheekbone.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and slide into the chair across from him.
"Hey," I say, trying to sound casual, despite the butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach.
Noah's smile widens, and he nods toward the stack of books. "Hey. I've got everything we need to get started."
As we settle in, he begins to explain the basics of calculus with patience, his fingers tracing equations on paper with a precision that makes me feel like I'm watching a conductor lead an orchestra.
I struggle to focus, distracted by his calm voice and the way his eyes light up when he talks about math.
Hours pass as we work through problems, Noah's encouragement steadying me like a lifeline.
At one point, he reaches out to correct my mistake, his hand brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my arm.
I jerk back, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks, but Noah doesn't seem to notice, too engrossed in explaining the concept of limits.
As we pack up our things, I suggest meeting again tomorrow, feeling a growing connection that goes beyond mere tutor and student.
Noah nods, his eyes sparkling with agreement. "Same time?"
I nod, already looking forward to it. "Yeah. Same time."
As I exit the library, the cool evening air greets me, a stark contrast to the warmth of Noah's presence. My mind buzzes with calculus formulas and the memory of his gentle smile.
Just as I start down the path, Brad appears, shirtless and grinning like a Cheshire cat. "How'd it go with the tutor?" he teases, nudging my shoulder.
I roll my eyes but can't help smirking. "Better than expected," I admit, trying to sound casual.
Brad laughs, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Let's celebrate your newfound genius," he suggests, steering us toward the fraternity house.
The sun is setting behind the buildings, casting a golden glow over the campus. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of music drifting from the frat house.
As we walk, Brad regales me with stories of last night's party, making me chuckle despite myself. I try to focus on his words, but my mind keeps drifting back to Noah's patient explanations and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
We approach the frat house, where a group of brothers are lounging on the porch, tossing a football back and forth. The sound of laughter and music grows louder, and I feel a pang of guilt for abandoning my duties as president.
But Brad just winks at me. "You deserve a break, man. You've been stressing about those grades for weeks."
I nod, letting him lead me into the fray. As we enter the house, the noise envelops us like a wave, and I'm swept up in the chaos of cheering and clapping.
Suddenly, someone shouts "Beer pong!" and the room erupts into cheers. Brad grabs my arm, pulling me toward the table.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling a twinge of responsibility. But then I shrug, letting go of my worries. For one night, at least, I can forget about math and physics and just have fun.
I woke up with a pounding headache, remnants of last night's party echoing in my mind. The memories of beer pong and cheering crowds still lingered, but as I dragged myself out of bed, I knew I had to meet Noah at the library as planned. Determination fueled my movements as I showered and dressed, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue.
As I arrived at the library, slightly late, I spotted Noah already immersed in his notes, his focus unwavering. He looked up and greeted me with a warm smile that instantly eased my lingering anxiety. The gentle curve of his lips and the crinkles around his eyes made my heart skip a beat.
We settled into our usual spot, surrounded by towering shelves of books and the soft hum of fluorescent lights. Noah began to explain the intricacies of physics, his passion for the subject evident in every gesture. As he spoke, I found myself captivated by his enthusiasm, my own interest piqued by the way he made complex concepts seem accessible.
Our conversation gradually shifted from formulas to personal stories, revealing glimpses of our lives beyond academics. Noah shared tales of his family's summer vacations, and I found myself laughing at his impressions of his siblings. As the afternoon sun filtered through the library windows, casting gentle shadows on the table, I realized how much I enjoyed these moments with him.
Just as we packed up to leave, Noah suggested grabbing coffee together sometime, and I eagerly agreed, feeling a flutter of anticipation for what lay ahead. "Sounds great," I said, trying to sound casual despite the excitement building inside me.
Noah smiled, his eyes sparkling with agreement. "I'll send you a text to set it up."
As we parted ways, I felt a sense of excitement wash over me. The prospect of spending more time with Noah outside of our tutoring sessions sent a thrill through my veins. I walked out of the library, feeling the warm sun on my skin and the cool breeze rustling my hair.
As I strolled across campus, lost in thought, I didn't notice the group of students approaching me until they were right in front of me. One of them, a tall guy with a messy mop of hair, grinned at me. "Hey, Ethan! Party tonight at Sigma Chi! You in?"
I stood at the crossroads of campus life, the Sigma Chi party invitation echoing in my mind. The allure of familiar chaos tempted me, but Noah's gentle smile lingered stronger. I shook my head, declining with a polite excuse about needing to study. As I walked away, the noise of the party faded, replaced by anticipation for coffee with Noah.
At the café, Noah was already seated, his eyes lighting up as I approached. We talked over steaming mugs, laughter punctuating our conversation. Time slipped by unnoticed until Noah glanced at his watch, suggesting a walk through the nearby park.
The sun cast a warm glow over the campus, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. We strolled side by side, our footsteps echoing on the pavement. The sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves accompanied us as we walked, creating a sense of tranquility.
As we turned a corner, the park's duck pond came into view. A family of ducks swam playfully on the water's surface, their quacks filling the air. Noah smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I love this spot," he said, his voice low and soothing.
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. The tension in my shoulders eased, and I let out a deep breath. For a moment, everything felt right with the world.
Noah's hand brushed against mine as we walked, sending a spark of electricity through my arm. I didn't pull away, instead letting our hands touch for a brief moment before releasing.
We continued our stroll, lost in conversation and the beauty of our surroundings. The world seemed to slow down, and all that mattered was this moment, this connection between us.
As we walked side by side, the park's path lined with trees casting dappled shadows, our conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared glances. The warm sun on our skin and the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, creating a sense of tranquility. I felt a sense of comfort with Noah, like I could be myself around him without fear of judgment.
As we rounded a bend, we spotted Brad lounging on a bench, shirtless and grinning mischievously. "Hey, lovebirds!" he called out, his voice carrying across the park. I felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement as Brad approached, teasing us about our newfound friendship. Noah blushed but smiled, unfazed by Brad's antics.
As the sun dips below the horizon, Noah and I stroll back to campus, our conversation punctuated by laughter. We part ways with a promise to meet again for another study session. I watch him disappear into the crowd, feeling a sense of excitement for our next encounter.
The next day, I find myself at the fraternity house, where Brad's teasing takes on a new intensity. "So, when's the wedding?" he quips, nudging me with a mischievous grin. I roll my eyes but can't suppress a smile. He's always been good at getting under my skin.
I head to my room, determined to focus on my studies. Sitting at my desk, I open my calculus book, Noah's patient explanations echoing in my mind as I start working through the problems. The equations seem less daunting now, and I feel a sense of confidence growing with each solved problem.
Just as I'm getting into a rhythm, there's a knock at the door. "Ethan, you in there?" Brad calls out, his voice muffled by the door.
"Yeah," I respond, not looking up from my book.
The door creaks open, and Brad saunters in, a smirk on his face. "I brought some motivation," he says, holding up a cold beer.
I raise an eyebrow, hesitant to get distracted from my studies. But Brad's persistence is hard to resist. "Just one," I say finally, closing my book.
Brad hands me the beer, and we clink bottles together. "To passing math," he says with a grin.
I take a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat. For a moment, I forget about calculus and physics, letting the stress of the past few weeks melt away.
But as we're laughing and joking, I hear a commotion outside my room. Shouting and cheering erupt from downstairs, followed by the sound of breaking glass.
Brad's eyes light up with excitement. "Sounds like the party's started," he says, already heading for the door.
I hesitate for a moment, torn between my responsibilities as frat president and my desire to focus on my studies. But before I can make a decision, Brad grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room.
"Come on, Ethan," he says, his voice full of persuasion. "You can't miss this."