Your classmate, Brooke

"Anna? God, you look terrible. How have you been?" Brooke sits next to you in organic chemistry, and you two have become rather good friends. You aren't sure if it plays a factor in your friendship, but she is everything you aren't: she is tall and blonde, and she has perky C cup tits and a nice bubble butt. She is also extremely smart; you peeked at her GPA when she was checking her grades in class on her laptop, and you were astonished to see that her lowest mark was in Biology 1 and it was an A-. (What you would do for her grades).

"Uh--" you croak, your throat parched from the hangover. Clearing your throat, you motion Brooke inside and take another sip of flat soda.

"Ahem, sorry. I have been better, yeah. How are you?"

"I can see that." Brooke says, looking around your messy apartment. "I am fine. I just stopped by to see if you were okay. You haven't been in class for, like, a week."

"Oh, about that," you stare at the floor. "I pretty much suck at this whole college thing. My grades are shit, so I'm probably going to drop out."

"Oh, don't do that, there is tutoring and--"

"You're so sweet, Brooke," you say, smiling. "I just can't see myself recovering from my start. And...I got this new opportunity somehow when I was wasted last night. Look!" You show her the emails.

"I don't know, Anna. This looks pretty sketchy..." Brooke says, unconvinced.

You both jump when a sharp knock rings out from your door.