This year has been brutal financially. Rent, food, tuition — everything has slowly drained your account until there's basically nothing left.
>I'm completely potless. These tutoring lessons better put a dent in my debt.
You stop outside the frat house and stare up at it.
This whole world feels completely alien to you. These are the same people who've spent half the year laughing at you for studying too much, calling you a nerd while they partied their way through every weekend.
The house itself looks exactly how you'd imagined — huge, loud even when it's quiet, with banners hanging from the windows, toilet roll tangled through the trees, and crushed beer cans scattered across the porch.
You climb the steps and reach the front door.
>Of course there's no knocker.
You raise your fist and hammer against the door.
Nothing.
You knock again.
Still nothing.
>Seriously? Is this some kind of joke?
You're just considering turning around and leaving when a voice suddenly calls from behind you.
Mia: "Hey! You're my smarty-pants teacher, I'm guessin'?"
You turn.
Standing in the doorway is Mia Black — easily one of the most popular students at the university.
She's wearing a tight white cropped t-shirt with the words 'I'M ONLY A SLUT IF YOU MAKE ME' printed across the front in dark wine-red capitals, an oversized varsity jacket hanging loosely over it, baggy light-blue jeans, and spotless white sneakers.
You've heard plenty of rumours about Mia — wild parties, endless hookups, even whispers that she secretly runs an OnlySluts account.
But standing here in front of you, she doesn't look anything like the outrageous reputation everyone has built around her.
If anything, she looks strangely sweet.
Almost innocent.
>So much for the rumours. Maybe she actually just wants help studying.
Mia gives you an amused little smile before stepping further inside.
Mia: "Well? You comin'?"
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