Her boyfriend

Just as she was shaking a pill onto her hand, her mother called out from downstairs. "Vanessa, your boyfriend's here!"

Vanessa put down the pill and groaned. As much as she loved Craig, he was more of a nuisance than a blessing. While Vanessa could have fit the popular airhead stereotype on first glance, she wasn't dumb. She was one of the highest scorers in her class, and she used her intellect to collect a group of followers and boy-toys she kept around at all time. Such a boy was Craig.

Craig was a himbo. He barely scraped a grade in most of his classes, and Vanessa wasn't even sure if he could comprehend English past 'that was sick, bro' and 'I want some of that pussy'. Luckily, he wasn't as blundering in bed, and even had a good body from the surfing he did, which she made sure to parade around in front of every girl in school. She loved him dearly as her plaything, but unfortunately, he'd gotten into his head that as her official boyfriend, he could visit her anytime he pleased. Or was horny. Most of the time it was the latter. And that was nice until it came to the more delicate matters where Craig's antarctic IQ was less than desired.

Still, she had to keep up appearances, so she plastered on her best 'I'm so happy to see you and please focus on my tits so you don't see past my façade' smile and opened her door.

"Craig!" she squealed, rushing out to smother her boyfriend in her ample cleavage. "It's so good to see you!"

"Yeah, babe," he replied. "Your mom is sick by the way. She gave me some snacks. They tasted weird. But nice."

Vanessa sneaked a look back at the pills on her desk, a plan forming in her mind. "They always say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And you seem to eat anything!"

"Do they?" Craig asked, dumbfounded. "Oh right. Yeah, probably."

"Speaking of, can I get you to test this new pill I invented?"

"Woah, like, the medicine?" He looked doubtful - somehow, through his thick skull, a red flag had popped up. Luckily Vanessa knew all about quelling those.

She clasped her hands on her knees and leant over, making her breasts nearly burst from the too-small top. She could almost see the drool dripping from Craig's mouth. She batted her eyelashes and gave her most reliable pout. "Pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll even let you touch these puppies after."

"Huh, yeah, sure, anything for you babe," he muttered, his eyes not leaving her chest even as she picked up the bottle and sashayed over to him.

"Okay, honey, open wide."