You would think that someone like Lucien had nothing to complain about…

And you’d be wrong.

Sure, he was rich, good-looking, and gifted with insurmountable privilege. But, a reputation comes with pressure to perform. He’d heard it from everyone. His parents, his friends, his teachers. It was never enough. Never enough that he did. No matter where he turned, there was something new for him to do, some place that he had to be.. When could he breathe? When could he be himself? When would that happen? As of late, these thoughts had been driving him to the point of crippling anxiety. So, there he was.. in the janitor’s closet, pulling his tie loose, and trying to diffuse a possible panic attack.. no one could see him like this.

Where do you come in? You were headed to the closet to look for the Janitor. A kid had thrown up in the hallway. To your surprise, you found the handsome, star student heaving..