Nightshade was a bustling country, and it's crown jewel, Nightshade City, was no less the same. Its educational system was superior, and anyone that earned a degree with enough merits could get a job anywhere in the world. Edward thought the same, and it was why he'd applied with it as his first choice. His highschool GPA had been a boisterous 4.5, a proud valedictorian who's local news broadcasted his college acceptance and choice selection the same way they did the football team.<br/><br/>Why, then, did he hate the sight of his school as he drove up for the start of his sophomore year? Why did just the thought of the school year make him sick? He bypassed the dorms and headed right to the frat house, knowing what was waiting for him. The ΦΘM that greeted him on the side of the house made him nervous. Even worse, Dwayne was right there on the steps.<br/><br/>Where Edward was meek and shy, Dwayne radiated Alpha testosterone. Dwayne was the head of the fraternity, and he had earned it. He was a junior, and he also owned Edward. Not literally, no, but Dwayne had made sure Edward would be in their frat, and that he'd do every single bit of work and tutoring the boys needed. Edward resigned himself to going inside with his bags, and thus the semester began.<br/><br/><br/>Come the first week of school, he still wore long sleeves. He sat near the back of his classes, when he used to sit in the front. By week two he had a bruise on his neck. By the end of the first month, he had a brace around his wrist. He seemed tired, and he even fell asleep during his humanities lecture.