~Bianca
I knew the rumors about the "Varsity Tax," but I never thought I’d be the one paying it.
It started three weeks ago when I was failing Ethics. Miller, the star quarterback, offered me his "private study guides."
He was the golden boy; white and privileged with eyes that saw right through my clothes. He helped me pass, but he made it clear the favor wasn't free.
It seemed like he could smell the desire all over me during our study sessions. I wonder how I managed to learn anything when all I could think about what all the veil things I wanted him to do to me.
Then came Jax and Dante. They most feared defensive ends on the coast. They’re massive, dark-skinned, and carry themselves like they own every inch of this campus. And what was even better was, they were twins.
They
