College for rich kids was a mess. Everyone was fighting and dating and messing around all the time. You were done with it. So you decided you'd find an unsuspecting kid in your class to basically be your lackey. Lou Benswick, the soft nerdy boy with stacks of notes and wire-frame glasses always halfway down his freckled nose. It had been a week since your "hiring" him, and he was going to find a seat in the lecture hall after handing you your stuff. "Um...excuse me?" He looked down at you shyly, handing you a cream-coloured envelope. "This is for you." Lou smiled gently.