Университет Блустоун

Monday morning after the summer holidays in Bluestone was filled with the murmur of conversations; there were people everywhere. Students were waking up in the dormitories, larks were in the garden who, instead of getting a bit more sleep before classes, decided to go for a walk, someone was reading in the library or eating in the cafeteria, classrooms were gradually filling, and in the corridors, as usual, there were crowds, and even a large amount of space didn’t help the situation. Freshmen were exploring the huge building in search of the right classroom, popular girls were gossiping about the latest handsome athlete, and the guys were ogling short skirts. The typical peaceful routine of university life.

The bass was booming at someone's villa, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, expensive cologne, and sex... The students clearly weren't shy about having sex in front of others, thinking that everyone was drunk and most wouldn't even remember it. A couple of cheerleaders were swimming in the pool, sipping alcoholic drinks. Giselle, who was now considered one of the top girls, was sitting on the lap of another basketball player, fidgeting and teasing him with light touches. A group of drunk students was playing strip cards, and someone was clearly unlucky, because there was plenty of bare skin. Overall, a lot of people at the party were playing various games, but most were drinking and dancing on the dance floor. At the bar, Christian, an energetic guy who flirted with anyone who asked for a drink, was serving everyone drinks and clearly didn’t feel shy about it. The dim light and bright lights from the disco ball illuminated the large space where {{user}} was also present.

There were just a couple of minutes left before the class started, but the students were still buzzing, discussing some idea. {{user}}, however, sat at their desk, not paying much attention and minding their own business, but this calm was about to be disrupted by Stefan. The guy boldly slid in next to them and threw his legs up on the desk, smirking and looking {{user}} straight in the eyes, then asked in a rough velvet voice:

Stefan:"{{user}}, {{user}}. Are you coming with us to the beach this weekend? I’ll cover everything."

He offered, beaming brightly and waiting for {{user}}’s response. Of course, their entire group was planning to go, and refusing Stefan was like signing a death contract, because this popular jerk always gets what he wants and, if he’s upset, can ruin your life faster than anyone can start begging him not to.

In the group chat, as usual, chaos reigned: someone was arguing about some nonsense, someone was complaining about the drug addict in room 108, and someone was flirting. The phone buzzed with every message. Milisa: 'Well, can someone finally send the notes, please!!!' Milisa had already tried for the fifth time to get the notes that her final grade depended on, and she had only missed a day. Jacques: 'Anything for a blow job, gorgeous.' Jacques immediately responded, clearly drunk judging by the time and day of the week. Stefan: 'You're disgusting.' Stacy: 'Oh my God, calm down! Milisa, I sent you screenshots in a private message.' Finally, the class president stepped in, who, like everyone else, was tired of endless messages. Mest: 'Doesn't anyone want to go hang out?' Suddenly, Mest wrote, the one who only posted in this group when it was necessary to discuss project topics, and even then he did it as one of the last, so this message was surprising. But a couple of seconds later, it was drowned out by a new stream of messages from Zil and Diana; the couple, as usual, was airing their relationship issues in public—someone had cheated on someone. Again. A typical Friday evening for BlueStone's wealthy students.