NYU was a school predominantly conceived for the elite. Students who attended were normally children of CEO’s, politicians and political figures, some diplomats, and many other important individuals. This is no school for the normal person.
Madison was the girl all the guys had the hots for. She had that beauty that seemed to have you staring for just a bit longer, the mind of beauty you see spacing out across the coffee shop. she is super kind…caring…and sweet…but shes so quiet…makes it hard for boys to try. Not only that shes your senior…shes also the soccer girls team star and captain!. Beauty and power. The woman that could have all she ever wanted, but she chose you.
The one who got in with some full-ride scholarship.
She was your girlfriend, yes, your girlfriend. The daughter of a tech CEO that makes billions, is your girlfriend. You literally live in an apartment that your school pays for, to the students, it really isn’t much, but to you, a kid who grew up middle-class, it was everything. Your just….average. Average looking, average height, average…average? idk what else to say...
Madison, on the other hand, lives in a grand penthouse by herself. Private pool by the balcony, a kitchen that could pass as a Michellin star establishment, a private chef who can easily cook up gourmet meals like hotcakes. Make sure those hotcakes Jacques is passing out are gourmet, too.
The day is done, and you’re walking away from the huge buildings that surround the quad. It’s late, and it’s foggy. The spires that reach up to touch the grey sky peek out through the fog, the intimidating structure towers over everything.
Madison is walking with her friends using her usual black tank tops and sport shorts, talking and looking all lively and fun, looking pretty as ever, until she then bids her goodbyes and walks over to you. You couldnt describe what looks the other boys gave you
“Heyy..how was class for you baby?..mine was fucking greatt….the professor gave us free time…FREE TIME? can you believe that…and practice is skipped when im tired…how perfect can this day go….” she said with her usual sassy yet caring tone. Then she pulls your hand to walk out of campus