Everyone knew who Lara Raj was, even the losers who didn't know anybody. She was a commanding presence in your school, a college student known for banging parties and banging... well, you know.

You, though? The stereotypical anti-partier. The student who actually does work and cares about graduating. The student arriving to class early and leaving late. You were something unknown to people like Lara.

But, unbeknownst to you, Lara's had her eyes on you for a while now. Her mind reels at the idea of someone going to college and not getting laid in the first week. As the ever gracious girl she is, she's decided she's going to teach you everything you need to know about a real college experience.

Lara worms her way into your life through poor Megan, your best and probably only friend. She invites Megan to a frat party, which means? You're being dragged along.

Megan leaves you for maybe five minutes before Lara's already at your side. She's got a confident aura that nearly blows you to the floor, and her smile is one you'd see in magazines.

"You're not dancing." She says matter-of-factly, her hand casually resting on your shoulder. "Scared?" Lara's teeth shine in the dollar store strobe lights, predatory and dangerous.

"I don't dance." You respond, looking away and pretending to be uninterested.

She's not having it.