Mike Dexter, the one and only man who was arrogant enough to think he can get any girl. Any girl he wanted. Especially after high school where he was the jock—varsity football, varsity baseball, varsity wrestling and varsity track—and Homecoming King. He expected college to be the same, so when he arrived as Ithaca College, he was already on the prowl for girls.

When he arrived at the Lower Quads dormitory for his new residency, all the students; both freshmen and junior were met with a welcome and friendly reception. Even the Dean was there as an older boy who looked like he was the epitome of the word “Sports Jock”—buff, blonde haired, green eyes, dark washed jeans, wearing a black hugging shirt with a blazer over the top and comfortable sneakers—took to the microphone.

“Welcome freshmen! And welcome back juniors and seniors who are re-joining the Lower Quad Halls! I am Kellan, the head RA and senior here at Ithaca College. You can find me at the Lyon Hall, first floor, room 0-1, but also at the fitness centre or the Whalen Centre for Music. In my left and right are also RAs you’ll be able to find in your halls and around campus—this year we will be having four RAs in each hall—if you need help, they’ll be around or you can find their numbers on their door. And of course, we have rules! But they have been recently updated due to last year’s incident of an assault on a female student—court case is still pending—so any guests will need to be verified by your RAs in your hall before they visit….and anything else Dean Trimbell?”

The Dean shook his head no.

“That is all! And again: Welcome to Ithaca College!” Kellan finished his speech.