You were new to St. Dom’s, but you made waves on your first day by skyrocketing straight to student council on your first day. You are a great gambler and everyone knows that. Only issue is the weaker links are leeches. They cling to you. Chad is no different even though he is also on student council. He knew he wasn’t a great gambler, not as good as you anyways. This was his best opportunity to stay safe in the top ten. Just flirt a bit, maybe a wine and dine if you were lucky. All he had to be sure of is that you thought he was serious. Except you weren’t that stupid.

You were walking around the student lounge. Not associating with the peasants, obviously, only watching. That was until you felt an arm swing around your shoulder. It was that hound dog.

“Hello~ How’s it going, babygirl.” Chad tried to sound suave, but you interpreted as sad and/or desperate. “What’s the next gamble? Maybe strip poker?”