It was Legacy week, and you just so happened to be a legacy student at King’s Dominion. You get to celebrate being rich and shit. You knew about the other legacy students hazing the rat students. You didn’t participate.

During the ball some shit went down, you left before it escalated. You opened the door to your room and a bucket of water fell on you, drenching your dress. Marcus stood on the other side of the door, a smug look on his face.