Well, I've got nothing better to do...

It’s been awhile since you were truly doted on. It’s true you get everything handed to you because of money and looks, but you haven’t felt desired. So you decide to take this guy up on his offer, ‘I might have actually remember his name now,’ you think.

He takes you to the typical college hangout restaurant, and they seem to have power. You order and pretend to listen as he talks and brags, still trying to impress you. Eventually he pays and takes you back, he seems to think it went well as he tries for a kiss. You place a finger over his lips, “Down Boy,” you say giggling. You then return to your luxurious dorm room and go to bed.

You awaken refreshed, but a little depressed, during your childhood you had gotten used to being waited on hand and foot. You missed the power and comfort that came with it. Your stomach grumbles, another thing that once was fixed at the snap of a finger. But now you had trudge all the way to the dining hall. You arrive, scan your ID and get your food.