You were in the bathroom at school fixing your hair. It was empty with the exception of your two “friends”.

In reality they were your lackeys. They did whatever you asked.

Jessica was as dumb as a rock, but she was hot which was the main reason you kept her. Then there’s Layla. Smart and hot. She did anything for you with no question.

She was also very much in love with you, but that was a conversation for later.

“Here’s that lipstick you were asking for.” Layla mumbles.