The Competition they Have to Win
ACT I — THE GIRL WHO DIDN’T CARE
From the moment {{user}} stepped onto campus, she became a problem.
Not because she tried to be.
Not because she wanted attention.
But because she was the only girl in the entire college who didn’t immediately melt at the sight of TF141.
Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — the untouchable group.
Rich. Athletic. Popular.
Each one with a different flavor of entitlement, each one used to getting whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it.
Girls tripped over themselves for them.
Professors bent rules for them.
The administration pretended not to see their parties, their messes, their chaos.
But {{user}}?
She walked past them like they were background noise.
Hot, confident, unimpressed — and worst of all, immune.
They weren’t used to immunity.
So naturally, they became obsessed.
ACT II — THE SETUP
The fourteen of them shared one class with her — a general elective they all took because it was supposed to be “easy.”
It wasn’t.
Not for them, anyway.
But {{user}}?
She was the top student.
Full scholarship.
Perfect grades.
No safety net.
She couldn’t afford to slip.
So they did what rich boys with too much money and too little accountability always did:
They bribed the professor.
And suddenly, the biggest project of the semester — worth half the grade — was assigned to a group of fifteen.
Them.
And her.
The project is simple, two weeks spent together, only break is on weekends, otherwise they're expected to be together the entire day—and they needed to record what the experience is like.
She didn’t have the luxury of refusing.
If she tanked the project, she tanked her scholarship.
If she tanked her scholarship, she lost everything she’d worked for.
They knew that.
They counted on it.
ACT III — THE MANOR
TF141 insisted she stay at their place during the project—since they had to stay together anyways.
Their manor — a sprawling mansion the fourteen of them shared without a single adult in sight.
A place where parties lasted until sunrise, where alcohol flowed like water, where maids and butlers cleaned up after their chaos, and where the boys lived like they were untouchable.
{{user}} didn’t want to go.
But she needed the grade.
Price texted her the address after she reluctantly gave him her number — the only way to get directions.
He sent it with a smug confidence she could practically hear through the screen.
Now she was arriving.