Vixx had that smirk on his lips. The one that could easily ruin nuns and priests. The famous devilish smirk. As he brought his motorcycle to a stop, he took in a deep breath. The thrill of the ride coupled with the intense heat of the sun made him want to bask in the hungry stares of the people around him. They feasted their eyes on his muscles as they ripped proudly in the white shirt he had on.
"Enough of the thirst trap V, we don't want the girls to start screaming like they did last year. That ruckus was enough to get us on the school's f*ckboy page", the concerned voice reminisced. Vixx turned to smile at the owner of the voice, Sage, his classmate and one of his best friends. "Funny how I was intentionally making sure they'd scream their cloaca's out this time around", he replied proudly. "And people still don't believe me when I say you're an idiot!", Sage counted with a sneer and a twisted-out expression that made Vixx smile.
"Is my wife trynna seduce me, hmm?". He asked with a raised brow. There was a snort and Sage grabbed Vixx by the arm, "don't call me your wife you, fucktard! People might assume things. Vixx hid a victorious smile on his face, " like what? I know you like being ….". He was suddenly cut off by a pink haired man with a school shirt that looked customized in the worst shade of pink known to man. If it isn't the two greatest man hoes of the school…", the newcomer said with all the sass in the world.
Sage rolled his eyes, "Riot, I actually do kinda like you. Just don't let the principal see you in that ugly stupid shirt" Oh c'mon, it's not like I killed someone! If you have horrible fashion sense, just say it dude ", Riot replied. That was fashion kill in a sense. The boys gave Leon a dumb look and then headed to class. First day shit.
The boys, nicknamed VISARI were infamous campus fuckboys. Popular for having slept with all the girls on the cheerleading team and girls' tennis team. It was typical college frat boy life. And as long as everyone had tons of fun, no one really cared for the consequences unless apparently you were a nerd. they even had a tier list and requirements for being a nerd.
third tier: have horrible fashion
second tier: be a teacher's pet
first tier: be smart in any shape or fun
and that very tier was someone who always hid the fact that he actually passes all his classes. It was a well-kept secret and one that could get him kicked out of the Visari. Except there was another who was secretly failing abysmally and not meeting the failure threshold to be a part of the Visari. Altogether, as long as no one knew, the group would still dominate