Head to class

I head to class, whistling happily. I wonder if I still need school given my power. I could find a billionaire and simply say "please pay me $50,000 a month for the rest of your life, and please don't ask why." But I could also just hang around campus and have lots of sexy, perverted fun.

I walked into my class and the first thing I notice is the two annoying girls who sit behind me. They were always whispering and giggling. They were laughing at something on one of their phones.

"Hello, ladies," I said.

They gave me fake smiles, nodded, then ignored me.