As I walk along the empty street, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume, I stifle a laugh. One minute, I was SUG president and top of the class with a 4.89 CGPA. My convocation speech was already prepared. Even the NFCS group already had a plaque prepared for me.

Three months later, here I am, aimlessly wandering around boys' hostel. John, a 300 level guy had requested for my services, and I couldn't say no. Not after the 100k he deposited in my account. I sigh and make my way to Alfred's room.

Judging from the sounds in his room, I can tell his friends are around. Boys from my class. I gag, about to head back when someone calls out.

"Presido! Come inside na. We've been waiting for you." Their laughter resounds in my ears, as I climb the short steps and walk into the room. Instantly, everyone gets quiet and six eyes start to ogle me.

Can I really blame them? The short skirt and transparent tank top I'm wearing leave little to the imagination.

"Here, have a drink," Alfred says and offers me a glass. Even without looking, I know there is crushed Rophynol inside. I swallow the contents in one gulp and smile at them.

Soon, they'll be free to do whatever they want to me, and I won't be able to stop them. It's the fantasy they want, and I have to deliver.

We make small talk, until my eyes start to droop and I feel hands rubbing my sides. As they push me to the bed, I can't help but wonder: where did it all go wrong? Rachel, my mind clicks. Oh well, it is what it is.