There was no doubt that university was going to leave you in tremendous debt. So, success felt dire.

But, fitting into a prestigious school like this one with nothing but a scholarship attached to your name was never going to be simple. There was a name the preps had for students like you, plebs.

The preps had it all. The best parties, all exclusive. The best Greek houses. The very best of the preps ran Student Gov.—

And, oh, how you wanted in.. you’d been the over-achieving asshole in highschool to become class president every year... certainly those would be credentials fit for the job? But, credentials didn’t matter.. it was all about who you knew.

Turns out, you knew the president of Stu Gov, Eugene Blanchet pretty well.. well, in the awkward sense of eye-fucking each other in your Global Politics class..

In the awkward sense that it led to you both exchanging numbers, and.. that he now spent quite a lot of time inside you.

In the sense that he was your friend with benefits. It.. wasn’t anything serious. And you totally, definitely, for sure didn’t want it to be anything more. But, you knew that you two were just so different..

As the Club Fair date neared, Stu Gov. was all that was on your mind. Even when Eugene was kissing your neck, his hand sliding up your shirt as he ground against you. “Stop thinking so much.. what’s up with you today?”