The hottest girl on campus

I took a deep breath as I left the office, my hand still trembling from all the papers I had just signed. I hid the collar under my jacket, not wanting anyone to know that I had it; I’d imagine if any of the girls knew about that, they’d avoid me for the rest of my time here.

Walking up the path, I looked around to see if there was any potential for a ****. A couple of nerdy girls sat reading books beneath a tree, I had to squint to see, but I’d have to take a closer look.

Thump. As I turned my head, someone shoved into me, knocking me to the ground. I shook my head, looking up to see a few guys in blue letterman jackets with white sleeves. There were three guys and a couple of girls behind them.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, loser,” the guy who’d knocked me down said.

“Sorry,” I said as I got to my feet, straightening my clothes.

“You’d better be sorry, dickhead.”

One of the girls behind him smiled at me. Wow, she was gorgeous. She had long, wavy brown hair with blonde streaks in it, and the hottest body I’d ever seen, with tight shorts that showed off her sleek legs. When she got closer, her smile turned into a smirk.

“Eww,” she said, laughing. “Look at this tramp.”

The rest of her friends laughed too, looking at my worn shoes with the soles hanging off one of them, and my hoody that had a few holes in.

“Get yourself some new shoes,” someone said.

“Go back to your trailer,” the girl said, giggling. Once she walked past, she turned around to see me still looking, then gave me the finger.

All I could do was look at my feet as they passed. I could never escape my upbringing, even here, even with this scholarship. I placed my hand on my chest, the collar and leash were still hidden in my hoody, maybe there was something I could do about it after all. I didn’t even know her name, but I had to have her, if only to teach her a lesson.