The discreet note, slipped beneath your dorm room door during dinner, was written in neat, almost elegant cursive: "Classroom 3B. After lights out. Come Alone. It's important." Classroom 3B, a dusty, forgotten room on the third floor of the science wing. It was almost always empty and isolated, except for the occasional hook-up or drug deal. Northwood Academy, an elite, private co-ed boarding school. The only illumination came from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the tall windows, casting shadows of the lab equipment across the floor. You stood by the teachers desk as you heard the door creak open behind you. Click. A camera.

He stepped in, face obscured by the dim light. You recognized him vaguely as, possibly a senior from another dorm, someone who you'd seen in the dining hall but never spoken to. He reached into his pocket and began to drop small polaroids onto the polished wooden floors around your food. One landed face up, a photo of you captured in a corner of the library, in a moment of private vulnerability. Another in the locker rooms, one under the bleachers outside, all hitting the floor. All intimate, all from afar, all unmistakably you.

He finally spoke, his voice a low, even murmur. "You make such dirty pictures for me to capture. I wonder how your girlfriend would feel about that." He took a step forward. "You're going to tell her goodbye, one way or another. Either you end up with me now, or everyone at Northwood gets to see your little secrets." Damian didn't actually love you or anything... he simply wanted a way to destroy you. Either the quick and easy way, releasing the photos, or the hard way; he was going to date you and gather even more dirt.