Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

NOT SO SNOW WHITE - AURELIA AND QUIX​

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Synopsis

Jealousy is a curse. The Evil Queen, never one to accept second place, sets out to embarrass her daughter, and have her become the campus whore. Just think of all the money she can make. Luckily, she can keep her hands clean, and stay out of trouble, by having the Huntsman do the dirty work for her.

The Huntsman, left with no choice but to agree, decides to turn it to his own advantage, and have Snow sleep with 'specially selected' customers, and obtain the information he needs that will allow him to take over, and control, the Campus drug trade.

Snow will have to work her way up to the top of the food chain. In the mean-time she and the Huntsman will need to deal with Prince trying to befriend her, Bashful being lonely, and Grumpy stirring up trouble.

Characters

Evelyn 'The Evil Queen' White (47) Mother of Snow, and has solid evidence of Huntsman's dealings and cheek turning to the drug activities going on at the College, not to mention the illegal cameras planted in the women's locker room. Decides to use the information to make herself some money at the expense of her 'fairest' daughter.

Sofia 'Snow' White (20) A criminology student following her dream to enter Law Enforcement, what would Snow do to avoid expulsion, and criminal charges, when illegal substances are discovered on her person? Will she submit to her abusive mothers ever demanding orders and, in turn, whatever the (slightly nicer) Huntsman may need? However it goes, and whatever she decides, she still has Prince as that friend who will always be there for her.

Hunter 'The Huntsman' Forsythe (40) Dean of the college, and a voyeur. Aware of the illegal dealings taking place on Campus, he allows them to continue, as long as he gets paid. Waiting for his chance to take down Grumpy, and draw enough information to discover the true identity of 'Mr Big', and take over the Campus drug trade. The Huntsman is always watching.

Stuart 'Sleepy' Thomson (18) - A 'wanna-be' Dom, who thinks owning a pair of handcuff's, and being able to order a woman around, is all it takes. In the same fraternity as Sneezy and Dopey. To get to them, you must come through Sleepy. Literally.

Stephen 'Sneezy' Drummond (24) - College drug lord, provider of cocaine and party supplies to other students. His fraternity, his rules. As long as it's women, and not drugs, he's willing to share.

Doug 'Dopey' Rawlins (23) Pretty passionate since he's usually high. He and Sneezy come as a pair.

Barry 'Bashful' Kirk (19) A one-time stud, now a born-again christian living a vow of celibacy, Barry is taken under the wing of the Dean, who attempts to steer him back onto the right path. A welcome relief for Snow White after her previous encounters.

Graham 'Grumpy' Spencer (38) - Professor of Literature, not known for his sociability. The 'moral voice' of the campus, and sworn enemy of the Dean. Who'd have imagined he was, in fact, a 'Dom', or that he had a secret fetish for younger women, and videotape. Definitely not his wife.

Harry 'Happy' Houlihan (20) - College student, and a pleaser. He likes to make the girls happy, and satisfy their desires, and to do so in front of a crowd. An entrepreneur in the making, Happy is the link between Sneezy and Mr Big.

Doctor 'Doc' Martin (43) Experienced, and enjoys some roleplay. Campus doctor, sidelines by selling pharmaceutical supplies. The real 'Mr Big' on campus, long suspected, but never proven. To achieve his goals, this is the man the Huntsman must take down.

Preston 'Prince' Henry (25) New to the Campus, and mostly keeps to himself, though he makes a special effort to befriend Snow White. If she ever needs to talk, or get something off her chest, this gentleman will always be there for her. He sure doesn't look like an undercover cop.

The slick black, newer looking vehicle pulled into a parking spot with ease. An eerie feeling seemed to fall over the whole campus. The clouds of the usually brightly colored sky had darkened. Had the weather man called for rain?

Two figures were seen exiting from the car, one much younger than the other and toting a messenger back across her shoulder. Usually she would be in classes, but her mother had insisted that she bring her to school. Only later in the car would the young figure out that Mrs. White had much darker plans as for the kind action that had seemed completely out of character.

Sofia White found her steps hurrying to keep up with the slighter taller woman's shadow. A thing that always seemed to be basking over her. Everything she did, Evelyn tried harder or did better. Sofia had given up and merely tried to be herself, quietly. It was hard though, when Eve kept trying to look like the spitting image of her daughter. Natural Raven colored hair was tied back into a loose ponytail that rested just lightly over her shoulder. She had cut it short and so had her mom, so she was trying to grow it out. It seemed the only thing the woman couldn't do, was match the girls height of 5' 3", but at only two inches away, it wasn't far off. Even their eye color almost matched perfectly in the amber tone it held. Thankfully her mother's was much more brown.

Students seemed to be parting ways and the sense that trouble was brewing was all but evident. Or perhaps this was only the delusion that had graced the mind of the woman who seemed to be making quick and powerful steps towards her destination. Evelyn usually avoided this place, or in general, the whole campus. She had sent her daughter to get the little shit from the house as it was anyway. Why would she want to come where she could possibly see her face? Because she had to keep up her own. Despite trying her best to keep from here, the social reviews it could give were splendid. And her lover was teaching amongst one of the classes.

An affair that was proving to be all and more, in the bed and in her wallet. Or at least, the later was going to be soon enough. Which was why, when the door to the man she had made a special trip into the main building for, started to come into view, the woman smiled.

Coming soon up to the age of fifty, the woman was growing weary and completely jealous of her daughter found attention being a new student. And how she usually just threw it away for damned books and studying. Perhaps sleeping with the Doctor who taught on campus was just a beginning thing for her hate at her daughter; then again, she had always been resentful towards the girl. She hadn't even wanted her, but her father wouldn't hear of abortion. Well screw him.

A smirk crawled on her lips. Or as it was lately, not.

Having reached the door, the older of the two turned to look at her daughter and gave a nod to a seat. Sofia giving a small huff of breath before falling into one of the seats in the waiting area set up just around the Dean's office. Crossing one jean clad leg over the other and resting the bag into her lap as she slouched a bit to wait for whatever her mother was trying to set up now.

A hand delicately came up to brush back recently died dark locks, keeping any pesky grays at bay. A small tug happening on the blouse that was opened a button lower then probably professionally should be done. Then the back of her hand knocked three times before she grabbed at the handle and decided to swing it open. Evelyn didn't seem to care if he had been in the middle of something or not, she was stepping in without consent and finding her darker gaze landing on the man she needed to speak with.

"I think we need to have a discussion about your... surveillance on campus." She stated as if this was the weather; not that anyone would seem to know any different from what she had just said. It was the grin on her lips though, the look of something pure evil.

"Eight Hundred, Nine Hundred, One Thousand."

Forty year old Hunter Forsythe slid the ten, crisp clean one-hundred dollar bills back into the envelope marked 'private and confidential', with a smile. He wasn't sure why he'd counted it really, as in the twelve months since such an envelope had first appeared, it had never varied. Twice a week, slipped under his door in the middle of the night. Always a thousand dollars, always fresh one hundred dollar bills. Coincidentally the first had arrived the very day after the Dean of one of the most prestigious and expensive Colleges in the State had issued a public statement on "Ridding the education system of the scourge of drugs, starting right here in my very own backyard". Hunter S Forsythe was an intelligent man, and he'd known exactly the purpose of the delivery. It was a payoff, and that had been just fine with him.

As much as the Dean thought taking a stand against drugs would be good publicity, he found the proposition of easy, tax-free cash even more attractive, and his promise to "Save the future great minds of this country from themselves", had quickly been forgotten. Except, by that idiot Professor of Literature, Graham Spencer - Mr Fucking Morality himself - who'd recently began to again cause a ruckus. If it continued, Hunter was going to have to do something about the man.

What else Hunter needed to do, and had been attempting, without success, to do for some time, was discover who it was that controlled the campus drug trade. If they could afford to pay him two thousand dollars a week, then how much was their take, and why shouldn't he be entitled to a bigger share for himself? If not the entire lot. Hunter Forsythe, after all, was the man in charge of the College.

Hunter knew the names of some of the students involved, but as to the identity of Mr Big, he had no idea. Whoever it was had been careful to leave no trace, and Hunter had reached a dead-end. Short of bringing the involved students in, and hanging them by the fingernails from the rafters until they revealed whatever information they had, he couldn't think of what do next. He'd considered that last option, but eventually decided it would defeat the purpose. Dragging them in for interrogation would only give the person in charge prior warning, and time to shut up shop. He couldn't use the threat of expulsion either - the kids would just laugh in his face, it wasn't as if they attended College to obtain an education - so he'd need to bide his time. Something would come up.

Those thoughts were on Hunters mind as he slipped the latest payment into the safe hidden behind an oval shaped wall mirror. As he closed the door, and set the mirror back in place, Hunter glimpsed himself in the glass, and was satisfied with what he saw. At forty, his short cropped, dark-brown hair had started to gray at the temples, and his deep-blue eyes were surrounded by faint laugh lines, but all of his hair remained intact, and his eyes still glowed with intelligence and life. A long straight nose led to a gleaming set of perfect teeth - recently straightened and whitened thanks to his anonymous benefactor - and a strong jaw. He was a long and gangly 6"3 tall, with a body still as slim as it had been when he was twenty. That was mostly due to a fast metabolism which Hunter was grateful for, as he wasn't a man who particularly enjoyed exercise, or sports. At least not in a participatory sense. The Dean did like to watch.

That was the reason he'd returned to his office.It was almost time for his favourite part of the day. Cheer-leading practice. It was due to begin in fifteen minutes, and was something the Dean never, ever missed. Not that he was interested in the practice itself. Oh, no. Hunter preferred what happened before and after practice, and to view that from the comfort of his armchair. Mr Forsythe, Educator, College Dean, and all around standup guy had, with tax-free and untraceable funds, arranged for a number of exorbitantly expensive spy cameras to be installed in the ladies locker rooms, with a live feed direct to his laptop. If there was anything more stimulating than the sight of a group of pretty, young, athletic, hot, sweaty and naked girls showering together, Hunter couldn't think of what it was.

'Damn it". He'd just sat down at his desk, absently flicked a piece of lint off the sleeve of the tweed jacket he wore, and switched on the computer, when he heard a knock at the door. His brow furrowed. Who the hell would dare disturb him at this time? Hunter had made it clear to his secretary that he required this hour of peace to concentrate on 'important work' without distraction, and on no account was he to disturbed.

He was just about to yell for whoever it was to go away, when his attention was drawn to a girl known as Cherie, who'd walked into view on the computer monitor. Hunter whistled. "Nice tits, honey", and didn't even realise the door had been opened until he heard a woman's voice.

Hunter Forsythe's head shot up, and his face turned pale when his eyes found the woman who entered the room, at the same time as her words registered in his brain. 'Surveillance? What did she mean? And that grin on her face, he'd never seen such evil. Hunter swallowed hard, and it took him a couple of attempts before his throat regained enough moisture to enable him to speak. "Who are you? I've no idea what you are talking about."

The volume of his words was barely above a whisper, and as Hunter Forsythe began to perspire, one hand crept across the desk, and pressed the off button on his computer. Or that's what he thought. Little did Hunter know that, in his surprise and nervousness, he'd instead hit the button that operated the floppy disk drive, and that the still lit screen was now filled with crystal clear images of half-naked female college-students, with the school logo prominently displayed on their uniforms.

"What do you want?"

It was as if he wanted to play right into her hands. Evelyn's brown gaze having landed straight to the computer after spying the man in the room; and quite openly heard the whistle, more so then his words. Sitting there and open just as she had been told by her source, that it would be. But that wasn't what gave him away, it was the look of shock and something else, fear maybe, that had crossed his features when her words found their way to his ears. It was all working out to smoothly right now and so the elder of the two in the room, was going to take it easy, for the moment. She needed this to work out as surely as he wanted his little extracurricular activities to continue without flaw.

Then he demanded an introduction, which the dark haired woman had no problems giving. Heels that usually had the annoying click, softened against the carpet of the room, moved around with a smooth notion so that she was coming in an almost seductive sway towards his desk. "My name is Evelyn White." She stated clearly, keeping her eyes level with his gaze. "And I think you do."

While she hadn't fully noticed his hand having made its way up to his computer, the sound that came out in the silence of the room gave way to the click of a drive. Hell, she didn't even need to look at the computer, but why not make the move to settle in seriousness of what she was about to propose? So soon as her palms pressed to the desk, she gave a slow lean in, eyes leaving his gaze to turn and stare towards the girls that now littered across his screen. A few clicks of her tongue happened before she looked back towards Hunter with that smirk again. Oh yes, he had asked her what she wanted, hadn't he?

"A trade." She started, pushing herself up straight once more, but only so she could move to the side, her hip lifting on the side so in a smooth motion, the dark haired women was practically sitting on his desk. One hand moving down to give a tug towards the edge of her skirt, straightening it. Then her gaze was back to the Dean.

"I recently started to want to have a side project done. But I became aware of how hard it would be without help. So, lucky me, I've recently came to know of certain..." Her eyes glanced towards the computer screen once more, before coming back to him. "actives, that you enjoy."

She let the words hang, perhaps on more purpose then anything, while she slid back from his desk and began to walk around. Arms crossing under her chest, giving a small lift to make the cleavage already showing a bit more depth. Her gaze trailing around the rest of the room to notice nothing much more enticing then the computer, except a mirror that she paused in front of, staring towards herself. Eyes narrowing in a small, silent, thought, before she turned back around to look at the male.

"I have a daughter that attends here. Sofia White." One hand lifted from the cross to wave at how unimportant she was, or at least felt, to Eve. "She has become... a pain in my ass, and quite frankly, I think she could be of more use to me." Then the look of evil started to fill her face once more.

"I want her whored out, to be blunt. She hasn't done a thing for me and I think it's about damn time she pays me back for everything I've done for the girl."

She knew exactly how crazy this all sounded, then again, so did a Dean who kept cameras hidden in the school to watch his students for more than just their safety. It also didn't help to add that she was also aware of the drug problem that was growing in the school, but one threat at a time. She didn't feel the need to lay her hand out in full just yet. He would already have enough at stake for her just being aware of his computer hook up.

"You can choose her customers, set prices. I don't care, as long as she is used." Eyes glanced at her nails then; as if this was weather talk once more. "She'll bring me my money and," her eyes lifted at him once more under half lidded eyes. "no one will know of your side project."

Deep blue eyes, wide open with surprise, met brown ones, and the Dean was unable to do anything but remain motionless and watch the woman sashay to his desk. Faint, tinny sounds of women chattering and giggling seemingly came from somewhere outside, and it was only when Hunter realised that the source was his laptop speakers, that he became aware the computer must not have shut down, and he lurched forward. However, it was too late. By the time his fingers reached the button, she'd perched by his desk, and leaned over to see, clear as a bell, the half-naked college students on the monitor.

His face was red and his Adams apple bobbed up and down as he forced his gaze to hers, and attempted a smile. "Pretty, aren't they?" It hit him that the woman, Ms White - now where had he heard that name before? - had come alone, and his discomfort, though not his embarrassment, eased somewhat. If she'd intended to have him arrested, then would she not have not been accompanied by the authorities? Hunter's blossoming suspicions were confirmed when she mentioned a trade of some sort, and he exhaled a sigh of relief.

Feeling more comfortable, Hunter swivelled in his seat, and took the opportunity to appraise the woman's body when she paused to take stock of herself in the mirror. He usually preferred them younger, but this one was quite attractive. For her age. His gaze lifted back to an appropriate level when she turned to once again focus her attention on him, and he fell back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and tried to appear totally at ease. His pretence of nonchalance was belied by the way his jaw dropped, and he almost fell from his seat when she spelt out the deal. Hunter Forsyth blinked rapidly, and his head shook side to side. 'Whaaa? You want to turn your own...?" His tone was one of incredulity, and he'd began to rise from his seat without being aware that he was doing so. "I can't...."

The Dean had made it halfway way out of his chair, when his entire body stiffened, and his movements ceased, as if he'd just turned into stone. With a leg bent at the knee, foot two inches from the floor, eyes wide open and locked on Evelyn, an arm extended outward, and the other behind his back, Hunter Forsythe had just remembered where he'd heard Ms White's name before, and who exactly her daughter was; young, sexy, I-wish-she-were-a-cheerleader-so-I-could-watch-her-shower-naked, Sofia White - and he'd had an epiphany. Why the hell hadn't he thought of this before. Alcohol, drugs, a hot bitch who'd fuck on request, and college boys who liked to boast about their exploits, and the important people they knew. It might just work.

His demeanour had totally changed by the time he regained control of his limbs, and made it to his feet. Hunter Forsythe smiled at Evelyn as he approached. "I assume you're not looking to be nominated for a Mother of the Year award, but I won't ask why you'd want to whore out your own daughter. It must be a difficult thing to take when children start to outshine their parents. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all, and all that." Hunter's gaze briefly lowered to Evelyn's cleavage, and a smirk crept onto his face when he pulled his eyes back to hers. "Or so I hear. Excuse me." Hunter gently brushed against Evelyn as he revealed the safe, and entered the combination. The lock clicked, the door opened, and he continued to speak as he reached inside.

"You really are an evil woman Ms White, but you have me over a barrel, how could I possibly refuse. To have my extracurricular activities made public is unthinkable. Graham Spencer would have a field day." Hunter shook his head, as if shocked at the very concept, and withdrew his arm from the safe. In his hand he held a package, about four inches long and two inches thick, wrapped in brown paper - a Christmas gift from his anonymous benefactors. He threw it in the air, then let it smack down into his palm, as if to test it's weight, and turned to face Evelyn.

"Just to be clear, we are speaking of the same Sofia White, are we not?" Hunter shut the safe door. "A gorgeous young creature, who studies criminology or the like. Never causes trouble, and is a credit to the college?" The Dean clicked his tongue as the woman herself had done only moments before, and his tone became one of mock disappointment. "Such a pity if a large quantity of drugs were to be discovered in her possession. Immediate expulsion, and of course, I'd need call in the Police; drugs are not tolerated on this Campus. Her whole life destroyed, in an instant." Hunter Forsythe shrugged. "After she was released from prison, the poor girl would be lucky to find a job pumping gas at minimum wage, and would most likely need revert to spreading her legs for a living."

His eyes had begun to gleam with amusement, and something else. A hint of the same evil he'd seen in Evelyn. "How does that sound to you, Ms White? I promise, if you keep up your end of the bargain, I'll keep up mine. By the time I'm done, there'll be a picture of Sofia next to the word slut in the Dictionary, and you'll be rich. Now, can you do me one favour?" Hunter cocked an eyebrow, and pressed the package into Evelyn's hand. "Ensure she gets this, you probably have better access to Sofia than I do at the moment. Maybe slip it into her book-bag, or such. Then give me a call. I'll have the Campus police detain her for questioning immediately. By me, of course."

At the beginning of his words, 'I can't' Evelyn did only a raise of her brow with the slightest of tilts to her head. It causing the recently dyed hair to shift as she gave him the most calm look of disbelief. However, he seemed to be thinking something over and within a moment, had regained whatever posture he deemed worthy of his situation right now and was speaking. A smirk curling to the sides of her mouth as she began to wonder what he had just figured out amongst himself. What her name meant? The position he was in? The position he would be in if things did, or perhaps, if they didn't, work out in his favor? No matter what it was, it seemed she had his even more undefined attention and she couldn't be happier.

When he began to come towards her, she merely seemed to relax into her position. Be it from his words that seemed less then threatening or that he himself, didn't seem like someone who would take much action. At the very least, wouldn't do it himself. Then again, that was sort of the root of his problem with all of this, wasn't it? But a scoff escaped as her arms held tightly under her chest as he drew to the final step. A mother award would be the last she would ever want to place on her shelf; it only meant she had spent time doing for her daughter what she could do for herself. And quite frankly, who would want to do a thing like that? Was all that crossed her mind as the man in front of her began to quite, unabashedly, lower towards the teasing bit she had hanging from her shirt. That ever devious smile lingered on her lips as she watched his face even until he regained eye contact with her.

"You've heard right." Was all she answered back to him as he excused himself around her. She took the moment to stare ahead towards the opposite wall now, finally blinking down towards the computer and his previous comment of the girls upon it before looking back up. With the laziest of turns, her eyes danced about the room until she was finally facing him once more. She had been listening to everything, sure, but Eve couldn't possibly give away just how excited she was that her plan was working out so well. Especially when a brown package appeared from the safe behind the wall she had just been admiring herself in. This was turning out beautifully.

A sigh of the most depraved kind escaped her lips at her daughters name. "We are." She agreed before letting her eyes roll, quite forward, as he began to describe her in more words then she would ever deem the little brat worthy of. "Something of that nature, sure. We'll go with that." But as he began to describe just where little mini White could end up, Evelyn's mood was up again with her grin. "It sounds like a perfect fit for her, Mr. Forsythe." It sounded as if they were discussing a bright future for the girl waiting outside of the room.

At last the brown colored gift was in her hands. A dark laugh pressing under her breath as she looked back towards the taller man and nodded. "Oh, and you will be receiving a call very soon." At that moment, her hand reached out and she gave two pats towards his shoulder before turning, brushing back some hair over her shoulder. "Thank you for your help again, Hunter. I do believe our partnership will prove wonderful later down the road." Evelyn had reached the door, opening and turning to smile darkly over her shoulder, glancing at his computer one last time for the day before going back towards him. "Enjoy your free time. I'll be in touch." And with that, she was gone.

Keeping the package tucked tightly under her arm, Evelyn White had quickly made her way out towards Sofia who was still waiting obediently. Good, she should have known better by now. The older woman took no time though, yanking up the raven haired girl's bag and kept going. "Come along." She demanded, Sofia having to scramble up to quickly catch up with what was going on. By the time she was with her mother's side, the drugs had already been planted, shoved towards the very bottom of her bag under a scarf that was luckily stuffed inside it. Roughly shoving the bag at her which caused a soft grunt, she was going towards her car, waving her off to head to class. Like she would drive her to the building she needed. Evelyn sat herself in the drivers seat, watching her daughter throw her hands up and huff off in a direction, the smile crawling up as if touching both ears.

She left to eat, giving a small time frame to where Sofia's current class would be almost over before calling back to talk with the Dean of the school. Once reaching him, she merely said two words before hanging up. "She's yours."

Hunter Forsythe smiled at the roll of the women's eyes, caused, he assumed, by his depiction of her daughter. The Dean thought that Evelyn herself would have been a hot piece of ass back in her day, which was possibly the cause of her obvious dislike of Sofia. Oh well, age caught up to everyone, didn't it? Hunter looked in the mirror and lifted a hand, now free of the package he'd removed from the safe, to run his fingers through his hair. No more grey had appeared since he'd checked five minutes ago.

Only five minutes? It felt like a lifetime had passed since Eve had knocked on the door. Finished with appraising himself, he flicked another piece of lint off the breast of his jacket and returned his attention to Mrs White. He did his best to remain still, and not squirm out of reach when she patted his shoulder. A cocked brow, pursed lips, and roll of the eyes accompanied the dripping sarcasm in his tone. "It's been my pleasure, Evelyn."

Her mention of fun reminded him that she'd interrupted his favourite time of the day, and he waved her off quickly when she reached the door. "Of course, if we're going to do this properly, I'll need to provide evidence of Sofia's fall from grace. So I hope you don't mind if I film?" He smiled, then slumped into his seat as she exited. A shiver coursed through his body; one of excitement at the potential of what this new development could bring, mingled with fear at the trouble Ms White could cause. He'd be having nightmares about that evil grin. Hunter sighed, picked up the half-full water glass which sat on his desk, finished it one gulp to soothe his dry throat, and allowed his eyes to drift to the monitor. The girls had changed and were on their way out to the field. Damn-it. Now he'd have to wait another hour. At least that gave him time to contemplate the situation he found himself in. The first thought that crossed his mind was to use Snow himself, but he almost immediately dismissed the idea. He doubted that would help with his little 'medical problem', and it would be humiliating. Hunter closed his eyes. What to do with her, where to start?

Anyone who entered would most likely assume Hunter to be in a trance, or meditating, as he ran those questions over and over through his mind. He didn't know who was responsible for the drug trade, but he was sure he could guess the Fraternity involved. Delta Tau Fucking Chi. The all-male Fraternity occupied a rented house just outside the University grounds, and had been the subject of numerous complaints during the Dean's tenure, however no-one had been willing to provide the testimony required in order for him to take disciplinary action. They were difficult to infiltrate, and unless you were a part of their crowd or issued a special invitation, it was virtually impossible to gain access to the Frat House. The ring-leaders, Stephen Drummond and Doug Rawlings, were cunning enough to remain behind the scenes and assigned the majority of the grunt work to their little Freshman pet, Stuart Thomson. Hunters lips curled to form a smile as he decided that's where he'd start. What eighteen year old boy wouldn't rat out his friends in exchange for free pussy?

The Dean's eyes flew open, and he jumped from his seat when the phone buzzed. Evelyn? His body straightened and his arm shot out. Before he even had time to issue a greeting or utter a word, Eve spoke, "She's yours", and the line went dead. Forythe paused, and bit his lip. Then he hit the cradle to obtain a dial done, and entered the number for the security office. As he'd hoped, Fat Albert answered the call; the man owed him a favour. Campus Police were engaged to protect the students, not steal their panties, and when Hunter had discovered his employee's peccadillo - coincidentally Albert had snuck into the Women's changing rooms during cheerleading practice as Hunter watched - he'd been able to sympathise, and after a search of the Security man's personal locker had revealed enough underwear to open his own store, assured the man his job was safe. It had occurred to Hunter that the information could be put to use at a future time, and his instincts had proved correct. Hunter Forsythe placed the phone down after a brief conversation, and glanced at the clock. Ms Sofia White would be arriving shortly.

Fat Albert, although of Italian descent rather than African American, resembled the cartoon character. Around thirty-five years of age, he had wiry dark hair, and was as wide as he was tall. A roll of blubber hung out of the waistband of his blue slacks, and wobbled with each step, and the buttons of his sweat-stained XXXXXXXXL white, buttoned dress-shirt - 'Campus Police' epaulets on each shoulder - threatened to pop off from the strain of the gut bulging against the fabric. A black, extendable baton and a set of handcuffs hung from his utility belt, and slapped against his meaty thighs as he waddled towards the classroom where Hunter had advised him Sofia could be found. Sofia. Her first lesson of the day was almost over, but it wouldn't be her last. Albert pushed open the door, in an attempt at stealth, but by the time he squeezed himself fully through the entrance, his exertions had drawn the attention of most of the class.

"Can I help you?"

Albert glanced at the Lecturer, nodded, then began to scan the room, and wheezed through shortened breath. "Ms Sofia White. Please show yourself, you need to come with me."

A soft, almost rhythmic, tap of a pencil kept giving little pats to the lip it was being bounced upon in boredom. Sofia White was doing her absolute best to pay attention, knowing she desperately needed to. But when the teacher's voice had the same drawing tone for every word, making it seem as if he wasn't even excited at this point, well, one could merely want to smash their head against the desk. The female's boredom probably wasn't helped by the fact that her mind had been encased in whatever mystery her mother had left her with that morning. To bring her to school, have her wait outside the Dean's office - which had her very worried - and then to simply leave her high and dry. The bitch could only be up to something and Sofia desperately wished to figure it out. Hopefully before the day was done if at all possible.

Her mind had been so boggled down, there hadn't even been a notice of the rather large man that was working his way into the room. Nor the teacher asking what he wanted. It wasn't until her name had been said, or even repeated, after only giving a blink like her subconscious knew something had been said, that she raised her head. Eyes finding the security guard seeming to try and find silent gasps of air but was failing fully. A couple students had already turned to find her themselves, so she was pointed out and it was futile to run now. Not that she would have; this hardly seemed like the case in point that she should be running from security guards. Not that she wasn't sure she could just as easily speed walk away from this one.

Giving a raise of her hand, she cleared her throat to claim attention. Shutting her laptop with her other, she then cleaned up her area of paper and technology, quickly putting them away before raising. While the girl was used to having some attention on her, this was not the way it was preferred. In all preference, the shorter female wished to never have it. It always seemed to make her life harder.

Having made her way down the few stairs towards Albert, who she had heard a few people tease and call Fat Albert, a hand brushed back a stray strand of ebony hair behind her ear on the heart shaped face. Giving a nod for him to sort of lead the way as he hadn't stated quite where or why she was going somewhere. But there was already a feeling she knew. So she trailed just a step behind and to the side, eyes forward.

At a young age, Sofia had quickly picked up that her mother relished in attention. Sofia had started out as her winning game piece, she was certain. From strict eating, to sports or hobby's, Evelyn had been carving her out. Unfortunately, it seemed the evil woman had no foresight to see that she in turn, would be creating her own demise when Sofia had turned about fifteen. Her beauty blossomed and everything that her mother had put into her gave back ten fold.

Other then the shorter height, the girl's body looked almost like perfection. Meals that had been planned, and now were habit, had given way to a the fit form that was used in high school Volleyball and a few side dance classes. With a bubbly B, average cup size, she filled out any shirt without being to excessive. Natural raven colored hair that would normally be to much for the lighter of skinned sat in tone with the healthy pale skin. All the while making the large, amber, eyes stick out even more. Not to mention she had the lips to form the most attention grabbing pout... among other things many fantasied about and few had ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

No. Sofia knew exactly what her mother had helped her become and why now the woman seemed to give every waking moment to destroy her. College had been means to get her out of the house and her daughter couldn't have been more grateful. However, while that had been the case only so long ago, it hadn't seemed to stop Eve from trying to make her life miserable. No matter how much she tried to just hide in the shadows and mind her own. Which was why now, as the approached the office she had just spent her time waiting by, a slow breath entered her before letting out in fear of what the woman might have done to her now. Waiting patiently while Albert alerted the Dean of her presence, she stayed still till he stepped back and motioned for her to continue in. Straightening to the proper posture, she gave a nod with a tight lipped smile and a barely muttered thank you - she wasn't rude, after all, and he had done nothing to her - before pushing into the office.

Instantly her eyes fell to the one male in the room before starting to drift about, looking for any signs or clues of her mother. A hand drawing her messenger bag from her shoulder and letting it slip slowly to the floor beside her feet. The door closing behind her gave a small glance over her shoulder, finally coming back to just squarely land on Mr. Forsythe, whom she offered her kindest of smiles. Maybe she was just over thinking all of it. After all, while she hadn't spoke to him that she could remember, he seemed to be only wanting to do good things for the school. That had to count for something, right?

Shifting her weight from one foot towards the other with a smooth transition, she finally spoke in her sweet toned voice. "You wanted to see me?"

The twenty five year old student who sat unobtrusively at the back of the room ceased chewing on the end of his pen when he heard Sofia White's name called. His gaze drifted to the attractive young woman seated a few rows away. Though having been at the school for three weeks, he'd never spoken to her, apart from the exchange of a friendly hello, or the like. In fact, Preston Henry hadn't really spoken to, or befriended, any of the students in this particular class. A few of the girls had tried to engage him; the young mans 'almost-too-handsome-to-be-true' looks drew much female attention; all perfectly coiffed blond hair, piercing blue eyes, gleaming white teeth, and toned, athletic body; but he'd deflected their attentions. Preston was wasn't uninterested in women, they just weren't why he was here.

Preston was an undercover cop, and because none of the students he currently sat amongst were suspected of being involved in the nefarious activities he was sent to investigate, he mostly ignored them. However, whilst he was determined to avoid any distractions from his purpose, that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a nice-looking woman, and Preston thought Ms Sofia White; with her raven hair, slim, petite body, and wide amber eyes; a most gorgeous specimen. From the intelligence gathered prior to his placement at the College, she was also a nice, innocent, friendly, and intelligent young woman. Just the type he'd have been tempted to try and strike up a relationship with if the situation had been different.

As his gaze moved from an appraisal of Sofia to the man who had called her name, Prince's curiosity spiked. What could Fat Albert, head of Campus Security and a known pervert, possibly want with her? Before he even realised he'd done so, Preston found himself on his feet, bag slung over one shoulder, and following the waddling, blue uniformed man, and the small woman who walked beside him.

He remained a distance behind the duo, and slunk into a corner when, after a few minutes, they reached Dean Forsythe's office. Another man not to be trusted. Curiouser and curiouser, something was not quite right. Preston's intuition kicked in as Snow entered the Dean's office, and Albert walked off. Damn, he should have packed his eavesdropping equipment. A quick glance at the walls and wooden door told him they were too thick for him to be able to hear the conversation within, even if he were to press his ear tight up against them. He'd have to wait for Sofia to exit, and see what she had to say.

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Hunter's nerves were also jangling. The second he'd placed the phone down, he'd stood and begun to pace the room as he considered how to handle the situation. His initial thought was to bring in Albert, so that he'd have a witness to the discovery or drugs on Sofia's person, however he quickly dismissed that concept. It was best that no others became involved. Loose lips sinks ships, and all that. After a few minutes he'd ceased his pacing to print a copy of Ms White's academic record, and plug a spare spy camera into his laptop. The man kept a few handy, in case those in the locker rooms failed for any reason; he'd hate to have to miss a day's viewing. He placed it prominently on his desk, facing the door, then took a deep breath.

A minute later, he heard a knock on the door, and there she was. Sofia White. Hunter barely noticed Albert, or the door close, as he appraised the young woman. God, she was a beauty. If he only he were capable of using her, he'd be happy to depart with every anonymous penny he received, and keep her for himself. But, unfortunately he wasn't, and that was but a passing thought; there were bigger fish to fry. The Dean had eventually decided the best way to approach things was with a full frontal assault, which would hopefully shock and scare the young woman before she had time to think, or to query what was occurring.

He held her academic record between his fingers as his eyes lifted to meet hers, and a brow cocked in response to her question. The Dean didn't bother to answer, but instead shook his head, and walked towards her. "Sofia, Sofia, Sofia, I'm disappointed and shocked. A student with such intelligence and potential becoming involved with those low-lives. I wish I could offer some leniency, but unfortunately that's not possible. As you must well know, we have a no tolerance policy with drugs on this campus, it doesn't matter who you are. Is this your bag, mind if I open it?"

Hunter had stopped in front of Snow, and poked her bag with his toe. Without awaiting her agreement, he bent, taking care not obscure the view of the camera, and unzipped it. A moment later he straightened, and in his hand he held a large, brown-paper wrapped package. The man's piercing gaze landed on Sofia, and he sighed in disappointment. "It appears my informants were correct. Would you like to tell me what this is, Ms White?" He shook the package, and pursed his lips. "And where you obtained it, or more, to the point, from whom you obtained it? That's what I'm really after, not small-time dealers such as yourself, but the people in charge of this vile business. If you co-operate, I'll request the authorities go easier, and arrest you for possession, rather than trafficking."

The man thought his performance quite brilliant, and he couldn't help a smile creeping onto his face, or his tone from becoming rather cheerful. "Regretfully, your time at this College is over, and any thoughts of a career in law enforcement will need be forgotten, however you can possibly still study for some type of degree in jail. You do have to look on the bright side in matters such as these." Hunter shot her a friendly smile, as if he were only trying to help.

The poor woman had been in his office less than a minute, and the Dean had a few more tricks up his sleeve if his initial 'shock her into subservience' approach didn't succeed. It wouldn't be difficult to plant more evidence on Sofia, or have Albert track down a poorer student, in desperate need of money or grades, to provide an eyewitness statement. "Now, speak up Ms White, and don't attempt to deny it."

Hunter causally flicked a piece of non-existent lint from his jacket, ripped a small hole in the corner of the package with a thumbnail, and pointed to the lens on his desk, which had captured the discovery of the brick in her bag with perfect clarity. It certainly hadn't been placed there by the Dean. A mist of fine red powder spilled through the opening he'd made, and drifted to the floor. "You're in a world of trouble. As they say in the movies, and also in a court of law, I would think, the camera doesn't lie."

Things had seemed all fine. For a second. But then that was fleeting the moment her name left his lips in multiples.

That was never a good sign.

Her mind wanted to frantically run; try to figure out what this was going to be all about. What this was all about. However, she kept herself still, listening to every word he had to say. While none of it made sense right now, she would need to be fully aware of what was going on if she was going to have to defend herself of something big. Which when the word of drugs fully hit her; she knew she would.

The female had barely any registration of his last question. Before she knew it, he was exploring her bag. Instinctively she took a step away so her body wasn't so close to his face while he leaned down. Her eyes were watching wide, but also quite curiously... Innocently. She had no idea what he thought he might find in there and somehow she wanted to know as well. Or thought she would, until he began to straighten back up and sure enough the brick of brown came out as if some grand award. She remained silent as he stared towards her, the amber hues having left it only to meet with his own deep blue ones.

You always heard of the sayings, or the figures of speech that claimed to explain just how you were feeling when something traumatic, or just simply crazy, was playing out around you. The stomach flopping, heart beat picking up, the room was spinning. Oh god, the room was spinning. The crazier part of all these feelings was that they happened in a matter of seconds. Soon as he began to speak, his voice seemed to bring her back down to a decent level. Crap, she felt herself start to sweat for no reason. She spoke quickly, trying to help herself. Defend and deny.

"I don't know what it is." She knew exactly what it was. Or at the very least, that it was the blatant obvious. Drugs. Her head was shaking back and forth in a no fashion however to the rest of his words. Sofia had utterly no idea. Of any of it and it was starting to freak her out. Where would such a large amount come from? Why was it in her bag? How had he found out what was in there when she didn't even know it existed!? It was that smallest of smile and possibly the tone that started it. It didn't hit her fully that he was giving them, but somewhere deep in her subconscious, it made her realize just what was going on. And the shorter of the two knew it had everything to do with her mother... That bitch.

The black haired girl should have known the minute she offered to give her a ride. Usually that woman would rather her die of heat stroke or possibly hypothermia, depending on the weather. And then she had grabbed her bag. Her body froze, staring now at the fine line of red mist that was dusting to the ground. She had grabbed her bag. The answer. Everything was laying out perfectly now. The biggest problem lay in front however; who in the world would believe that a child's mother would go about planting large bricks of illegal narcotics into their bags?

Unless they were in on it. Sofia swallowed heavily, which probably didn't bode well into what was happening now. She would have to tread carefully now.

"As I stated before, Mr. Forsythe, I have no idea what that is or how in the world it ended up in my bag." Her eyes fell to the camera before back up towards him, trying to keep her tone calm. Especially when fighting the urge to demand to know if he was involved with her mother. "I'm in no way a dealer of any sorts. I wouldn't even know where to begin with that stuff... I'm wouldn't do something so stupid to botch my career in law enforcement!" That sounded like a cry for help and she took a breath. Time to try and play with what she had. Again her eyes danced to the camera before back up. "I can tell you I didn't have that in my bag this morning when arriving on campus. I came with my mother to actually wait outside of your office while she spoke to you."

Her eyes narrowed almost accusingly towards him now. Not yet. She had no proof herself and he was holding her future in his hands, quite literally. "Check cameras," her hand lifted to wave towards the one on his desk before it dropped back to her side. "the ones outside in the hallway, you'll see..." Her voice drifted off. Hopefully he had cameras there. Which if he didn't, she could start playing in the possible safety of students; such as situations as this. Anything to keep her off the main path. Though this was going to sound insane. "That if anything, my mother planted them on me after leaving her meeting with you."

Hunter had never spoken to the girl previously, and was uncertain of what her reaction may be. If it had been her Mother, he would have expected her to scream and yell, or attempt to physically assault him; that woman was scary. However, the initial impression he received from Sofia was that, attractiveness aside, she was far different from her mother. Still, he remained apprehensive as his gaze moved from the camera, back to the young woman; drugs still drifting from the brown paper wrapped package in his hand, to the floor.

The Dean relaxed when he saw that she hadn't raised an arm to strike him, or begun to rant and rave. Sofia appeared surprised, and the gleam returned to Hunter's eyes. His arms folded across his chest as she began to spout her denials. Not that whatever she said was going to have any effect. Not one iota. Hunter's lips pursed as she spoke, then his head began to shake, as if to indicate he didn't believe a single word that slipped from her mouth. Just as he lifted a hand, palm forward, to motion that he'd heard enough, she ceased talking of her own accord. "I'm afraid the camera's in the hallway are broken Ms White, however we have eyewitnesses." He made a mental note to ask Albert to arrange that retrospectively, and turned his back. "You can deny all you like, but we have you cold." The package landed with a thump on the Dean's desk as he reached it, then fell in his chair.

He sat behind his desk, as composed as composed could be, and found Sofia's eyes again. His tongue clicked in disappointment, and the look he gave her was that of a Father who'd just caught his child with her hand trapped in the cookie jar, and trying to deny it. "As for your Mother, why would she do such a thing? Plant drugs on her own daughter. That's just insane, Sofia, I've never heard such a ridiculous attempt to apportion blame in my entire life. Your own mother? Couldn't you have at least come up with a lie which was somewhat believable." Hunter shook his head in disbelief, then flicked his eyes to the laptop monitor to ensure the conversation was being captured. It was, and if required, he could edit the film to ensure it contained nothing that could incriminate him, or cause the validity of the discovery, and subsequent events, to be questioned.

The Dean had another card to play when he looked back up. "In fact, it was your Mother who alerted us to your activities, and that was the reason for the visit you mentioned." Hunter paused to drag Sofia's academic record across the desk, but his eyes remained on the young woman. He was having fun, and purposefully remained silent for a few more seconds to increase the tension. "She was worried about how angry you'd become lately. At first, she assumed it to be just a phase, caused by the pressure of college, however after she noticed the package you slipped into your bag this morning, she'd become convinced that you were involved with drugs." The Dean's eyes glittered with amusement, and pride at his improvisation, as well as with something much darker. He wondered how much he'd be able to charge men for Sofia's services; the students weren't rich, but he'd heard rumours about Graham Taylor's peccadilloes which he'd yet been able to substantiate. If they were true, possibly Snow could also be used to get the pesky Professor of Literature out of his hair.

The man blinked rapidly as he realised he'd become lost in his thoughts, and it took a few seconds before he regained momentum. "Unfortunately, I advised that if were to discover illegal substances, I'd be required to have you expelled and arrested. Your poor Mother was in tears." The Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead, as if the memory of the encounter upset him, then took a deep breath and continued. "However, in the end, she agreed to do whatever was necessary to ensure her much beloved daughter didn't become a drug addicted, junkie-whore. She's a caring woman, is Evelyn". The Dean shot Sofia a smirk, then lowered his gaze to her academic record.

He flicked through it page by page, then when finished tossed it aside and stared at Sofia without speaking. His lips pursed, and he cupped his chin in his hand. The Dean remained in a contemplative pose for a few moments, before his lips parted. "However, I must admit, I'm somewhat torn. Everyone makes mistakes, and I believe people should be afforded a second chance, particularly model students such as you have shown yourself to be. At least up to this little incident, but we all make bad choices now and again." Hunter's hand dropped from his chin, and he motioned to the camera. "If you were willing to confess your involvement, I think we could come to an arrangement, which would allow you to maintain your place at the school, and of course, keep the authorities at bay. It's just occurred to me that I could have you go undercover, and help me take these scumbag, drug dealing assholes down. I can't do it myself for obvious reasons, and it may even help expedite your law enforcement career."

The Dean cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward in his chair. "What do you say, Sofia? Your other option is to spend the next twenty years serving as some, fat, hairy, bull-dykes bitch, and being fucked by every male warden who crosses your path. A gorgeous young woman, locked up in a cell with no-one to help her; I couldn't even begin to imagine the attention she'd attract, or the perversions she'd be forced to endure." With his gaze fastened on Sofia, Hunter patted the camera, and smiled. "The offer expires in one minute."

The moment her last words had left her mouth, Sofia felt a chill running down her spine. It all laid out now on how the Dean would take her. Which, quite frankly, she had already guessed, not to well. At the first sign of him beginning to shake his head back and forth, the feeling had started. She had kept going until she couldn't much further, all in known vain. Something had to give, surely. At least, that was all she kept telling herself. Assuring that somewhere, Hunter would find truth in a bit of her words. But that was all but wishful thinking.

Soon as his words of the cameras began, her eyes gave a slight narrow and her fists clenched at her side for a passing moment. It all suddenly sending a twinge of hate through her veins. "Of course they are." Came her quick retort, usually so good at holding her tongue. Then again, her hopeful future career had never been on such a thin line. And witnesses!? He surely must be mad. The raven haired girl knew for a unwavering fact that there couldn't be such a thing because this situation hadn't happened. Within only the short moments of his not understanding towards her words and the fact that he wouldn't even give a glance to her situation, she knew he was in on it. Somewhere along the line her mother had conned - or much more her route, blackmailed - this man under her wing. And it was working splendidly in his favor.

While she could normally fight whatever evil her mouth had conjured up in the past, this one held a lot more power. Hunter could easily sit there and spew whatever words he wanted against hers, only cause she also knew they sounded lame at best. To blame a mother for planting drugs, to have him saying she was the one that had wondered and cared so deeply for her daughters well being. God she wanted to puke. Slow and deep breaths were all she could muster at the time. The camera was on her and she had to keep that in mind. Say to much and it could only ruin more, silence didn't play well either, but it kept her from saying something the male across the desk could use to twist around.

'A caring woman.' A most sarcastic scoff escaped from her lips unedited soon as he smiled at her. If she had no proof of her own before, that was all she needed. She couldn't remember the last time that woman had shed a tear let alone a care towards her daughter. This man was clearly in with her. He fell silent and she heavily debated on words, but chose to bite her tongue. Not yet. She would have her turn. The amber eyes dropped towards the file he began to page through and a sweat formed only so on her hair line. Her eyes lifted just as his and she held his silent stare like a champion. It had nothing on her mothers.

What she didn't expect, however, was his next bit of actually being torn. Unless this was all part of Evelyn's plan as well. Regardless, she listened a bit more intently, carefully watching and grasping at his words. If there was a way out of all this, it would probably lie in wait here. The smallest of clenches happened across her jaw line in between it. He wanted her to actually admit to such things? He must have been tighter wound then she thought. Everything seemed better then his second option which she was certain he could have happen quite easily with any bit of hand Eve would add in. Sofia may have been smart enough, but he was right. Her strength was mediocre and surely some woman who was in jail for murder or the like, could easily take her over. Not to also mention the guards that could easily be bought into making every day of her life there a living hell. If that didn't wish to do it on free will.

For once, her eyes dared back to the camera as her sixty seconds began. Then they looked back and she started to speak; she would have to do it efficiently if he kept to the exact minute. "Even if I was to confess to a crime I have not actually committed; whats to say you don't use me undercover and then use the tape against me?" Sofia asked quite easily. "If I am to make a false statement that could possibly screw me over for the rest of my life, I would only hope that I could also have some collateral that you hold up your end of the bargain. Maybe confessing, into the camera, that you and my mother, Evelyn, are in on this together?"

As much as she hated it, or would probably regret everything, the female was more then willing to try and save her schooling if she could get her own security of at least being able to put up a fight later. "If I can also get a confession from you, I shall do whatever is needed undercover to help stop this drug problem. But also in promise that the tape is then erased and I am free to go on my way without problems." ... Her minute was up. She hadn't complete accepted the offer, so she could only hope this was good enough to buy her more time.

The Dean fell back with a smug look on his face, and a twinkle in his eye. If he ever became bored with his job, he was certain a career awaited him in Hollywood. Every base had been covered, his performance worthy of an Oscar, and the poor girl didn't stand a chance. Any second now, she'd have tears streaming down her face, and be confessing to the camera. Any second.

He smiled, then the smug expression turned to one of shock and confusion. What the hell had she just said?" Hunter lurched forward to stare at Sofia with wide eyes, and swore under his breath. Damn that bitch, Evelyn White! He should foreseen that the daughter of a woman with an attitude like that wouldn't go down without a fight, not to mention that she was studying in the field of Law. She expected him to make a confession. Hunter's eyes darkened, and he almost broke a tooth by the force with which his jaw clamped together. He'd been aware that the young woman had known he was lying when he'd sarcastically mentioned her caring mother, but that hadn't concerned him. He was in the position of power, and had found it amusing. However, that was then, and this was now. What was he going to do?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and flicked another piece of imaginary lint from the breast of his jacket, which if it had actually existed, would have hit the wall behind her with enough velocity to have drilled a hole in the plaster. The wall that, at that very moment, had the ear of a twenty-five year old male student pressed against it. Everything was going down the drain. All the dreams of wealth and power that had consumed him since the plan had been set in place. Admittedly, that was less than two hours ago, but still Hunter had already designed the new wing of his residence in his head. Olympic size indoor swimming pool and all.

"I guess I'll just call the authorities, and have them arrest you." The Dean recovered a little, and reached for the phone. His fingers cradled the handset, and played with it for a second or two, before he allowed it to drop, and emitted a loud sigh. "Your Mother has me in a bind, Sofia." Hunter spoke slowly, and as he did, tapped a couple of keys on his laptop keyboard, and waited for the red light of the camera directed at Sofia to go dark. He wasn't going to confess in front of it, or allow a microphone to pick up his words, but Hunter had decided to tell the young woman the truth. At least partly.

"A bind, that unfortunately affects you. She has some, um, information." The Dean couldn't help but glance at his laptop monitor, With the live feed in his office switched off, it had been replaced with images from the locker room. The cheerleaders had returned from practice, and half of them were in a state of undress. "Um, where was I?" Hunter forced his eyes back to Sophia's, and it took him a moment to regather his thoughts. "Oh yes."

"Your Mother has some information which could be detrimental to my career. Subsequently, after revealing her knowledge of my activities, she made an offer. Evelyn, in exchange for her silence, requested that I plant those drugs, buy an eyewitness or two, and either have you arrested, or advertise your, um, sexual services to the students and faculty. For a price." Hunter paused to clear his throat, and he shrugged. "Your own Mother wanted me to turn you into a whore. Can you believe that?" One of his eyebrows arched, as if he were asking for a response, but he then continued on without allowing time for one. "I, of course, refused, but she was insistent, and well, you know as well as I do, what Evelyn White is capable of."

As the Dean continued to speak, he stretched, moved from his seat, and perched himself on the front of his desk, his gaze never leaving the woman he spoke to. "However, whilst she was blackmailing me, an idea popped into my head. The one I just mentioned. Those drugs addicts attempt to buy me off by slipping hush money under my door each week, and it occurred to me that I could use those funds to pay your mother, and have her think they'd been received in exchange for your sexual services, whilst in reality, you'd be doing something noble and helping me rid the campus of the drug scourge." Hunter did everything he could to make himself look good, but was unsure how much of it Sofia would believe. Hopefully enough.

His arms extended, and he held his hands out towards the young woman, palms up. "I'm sorry that you had to be dragged into this, but I do have to save my own neck, and I'm sure you'd do the same if the situation was reversed." Not a hope in hell, thought Hunter, but it seemed the appropriate thing to say. "However, I did my best to protect you from your Mother's devious plans, and who knows, if we put our heads together, we may be able to find a way to take that bitch down, then we can both go on our merry way, and forget all about this incident. That's my confession, Sofia, and you have my word, that I will do everything in my power to ensure both your Scholarship and future career plans are protected, if you agree to help."

Hunter shot her a smile, then pushed himself up from his perch on the desk, and his demeanour changed as he turned his back, and reached for the phone. "However, if you don't, I really have no choice."

His picked up the handset, dialed a number, dropped into his seat, and spoke into the mouthpiece."Albert, can you please come to my office. I have a suspected Campus dealer who needs to be detained."

Hunter then hit the cradle, pressed the speaker button, dialed another number, and lifted his gaze to Sofia. The woman's voice on the other end came through loud and clear. "Police Department, how may I help you?" His other hand reached out to turn the camera back on, and an eyebrow raised.

It had become an old fashion stare down. A battle of who had more sway, power, and just will power to wait it out, while the other caved. And Sofia was quite certain she was going to lose.

While, sure, Hunter had seemed all surprised at her actually putting out a challenge, it didn't last long. His first words had her stomach dropping, even if she didn't move. No caving. Not yet. She was stronger then that and if she could put up with her own mother, then dammit she could stand her ground here! Even as his hand had picked up the threat for only a second. However, it was back down and her eyes were glued to his face. Was he not going to play his card? It seemed not as his words began to fill her with his own situation at hand. Suddenly she felt... something. Be it pity, anger, or something that mixed of the two unpleasantly, she wasn't sure yet.

Slowly she decided it leaned more towards pity. That Evelyn had found her hands on him, but also that he had had something apparently dark enough for the woman to grasp on to. That was sort of his own fault and she couldn't feel a bit sorry to at least that aspect. Maybe he had put up some fight, but it also still wagered the fact that he was willing to whore her out. How bad was this secret he was harboring? She didn't even time to give him a look that fully read, yes, she could in fact believe everything he was saying about Evelyn White. If he had grown up with her as long as the black haired female had, he surely would know it too.

Sofia's eyes watched him carefully, not even knowing what to expect now. She was still holding her ground. Perhaps in silence, but it was being held. Until his own plan began to form in between the two in the office. The ideas began to swirl, her moral code craving what he was selling as her mind was trying to tell her something completely off the radar. It wouldn't be her just whoring out, she would be helping, it could possible show in favor of her career if she was to make a bust somehow. If she could steal the credit, which she figured it would be due if she did all the work outside of this room. But if that didn't catch her attention, his final offer did. That they would try to take the evil witch down, in full. It was at that moment she knew she had lost the silent, mental fight that had been progressing between the two of them.

Plus he played his card.

Her hands clenched at her sides soon as she heard the name of the security guard that had just walked her there. She wouldn't go down like this! Sofia White may end up saying everything that was a lie, but she would fight tooth and nail. So soon as the camera clicked back on, and his fingers had dialed a number she already figured would follow, she took in a breath. It wasn't steady, far from it, but it would have to work.

Coming at the desk, she reached over his desk. Grasping the phone, she lifted it only so she could slam it back down to end the call. Narrowed amber eyes that probably looked alive like fire at the moment, towards Hunter Forsythe. Keeping her hands planted in the small passing moment, leaned just so over the desk, she finally, fluidly in smoothness, pushed herself up and stepped back. Taking another, shorter, shaky breath, turned to look into the camera and spoke crispy and clear even as she felt her insides twist like they were being shaken violently. "Yes, I had and was aware of the possession of the drugs in my bag; though I am not selling them." She paused only a moment, swallowing in what felt like sandpaper. "However, I am willing to cooperate on finding the people responsible for the distribution."

If she hadn't looked like she was about in tears before, she might have now. But it also mixed with a look that came with her taking that camera cord and wrapping it around the older man's neck to strangle him half to death... or more. Silence fell for a few seconds before she looked back up to the Dean. "Good?"

The Dean held the phone to his ear, and stared at Sofia. The silence in the room seemed to last for an eternity, broken only by the voice on the other end repeating her question. "How may I help you?" However, it barely registered with Hunter; his focus remained on the young woman who appeared to be fighting with herself, and he was unsure which side was going to win out. Hopefully the thought of doing a good deed, and the promise of taking down Evelyn, would help tip the battle in his favour. Hunter's relief as she finally walked toward him, took the phone from his hand, and slammed it down in the cradle was palpable.

She didn't look happy, however Hunter was, and a slight curve of his lips formed a smile when his sparking blue eyes met her narrowed green ones, and it broadened with each word of the confession. When it was done, and caught on digital film, he collected the phone and dialed Albert; he presumed the man would not have yet had the time to squeeze himself out of his seat, and was correct. "It's Dean Forsythe, I have everything under control, so I no longer require you in my office. I'll call again if things change."

Not bothering to wait for a response, Hunter ended the conversation, rolled back his chair, and stood, his attention having returned to Sofia to answer her question. "Very good, you've made the correct decision." He appraised her, and ejected a flash drive from his laptop. "Do as I say, and everything will be fine. First we'll take down the cartel, then your Mother. Once we're finished, Evelyn White will never dare show her face on Campus again. I'll keep this secure, and hope neither of us ever have cause to need it."

Hunter palmed the flash drive, and collected the package of drugs from the desk, then pursed his lips; his expression one of contemplation. The poor girl had no choice really, and the day had already been hard enough, so the Dean decided not to reiterate the consequences of refusing to follow his directions. Instead, he reached out to pat her shoulder, and spoke, almost reassuringly, "We'll make a great team." Not that the Dean planned to take any action himself; he'd simply be the one to pull the strings. With that, he walked to the safe, opened it, slipped in the evidence, and pushed the mirror back into place.

"So what do you know about Delta Tau Chi?" When he turned back to desk, Hunter's demeanour had taken on a businesslike quality. "Not the type of crowd you usually hang with, I presume?" A questioning eyebrow raised as he bent to pull open the top drawer of his desk, withdrew some papers and dropped them next to his laptop. "I'm certain that's the final destination for the majority of illegal substances, and where I think we should start. Infiltrate the Fraternity, and work our way up the food chain." Hunter fanned the sheaves of paper out, each of which contained a name, and photograph. He jabbed at the first two with an index finger. "Steven Drummond, and Doug Rawlings. The ringleaders; smart, secretive, and wary of strangers. This is the one we should approach."

Hunter collected the third page, and stepped directly in front of Sofia, and held it up to her face. On top was the name Stuart Thompson, and underneath a photo of a young man with shoulder length, dark-brown hair, green eyes, thin, angular jaw, and a 'fuck-you' expression spread across his face. "Stuart Thompson. Their front-man, and, I think, their weakness." The Dean didn't mention the weakness he referred to was apparently one for pussy; the girl would discover that for herself soon enough. "He's not fully initiated as yet, which means rather than residing in the Frat House, Mr Thompson is accommodated in the dorms."

The Dean spoke with increased urgency, and lowered the paper to press it against Sophia's fingers. "Makes him easier to get to. All the relevant infomation is here, including his class schedule. Take it. Delta Tau Chi is holding an exclusive gathering this weekend, and that's certain to mean illicit drugs. You're to gain an invitation to that event, Ms White." The Dean's head was now only inches from Sofia's, and his gaze bore into hers. "Do you understand?"

While the words of 'correct decision' swirled in the dark haired woman's head, she could only listen, keeping her upset stomach at bay. Wonder of if this whole thing would come back to haunt her or not were resting in a heavy way that almost felt like she had settled herself inside her own coffin and sealed death's deal. Hopefully that was just her overactive mind thinking nonsense on such things. It was much more pleasant to just imagine that Evelyn would be out of her picture frame forever if everything worked out correctly, and her future would be back to a normal track. As normal as could be if she was to help bring down such a drug problem happening on campus.

Sofia's eyes hadn't left Hunter's even as her mind train wreaked in thought. They easily matched with his in a silent stare when he patted her shoulder in a way that wanted to make the girl give a small wiggle. But she held strong. Ms. White was very much aware where he was putting her video confession along with the set of drugs that had been so wrongly planted on her person, however. If anything screwed up, all she would have to do is somehow get at least the tape out of there. Yes. That was a perfect backup plan... if she was one hundred percent sure it wouldn't screw her up even worse were something to go wrong.

"I do know of them..." Came a careful answer as if she was still about to be tricked. "And no. They are not." A couple shakes of her head happened with a distasteful look. Really everyone on campus probably knew of Delta Tau Chi. It was hard not to. From their legendary parties to just the noise the boys could create, along with hearts broken, and the rumor of it being the best place to get anything, well, they had a reputation. Both her brows raised at the man's following suggestion. Getting in would be a bit harder when she had no record of doing so before. Even her current roommate hadn't ventured to that dark side. Then again, she was bunked with a usual sweet girl by the name of Liana Darcy who, tried and true to her mixed heritage of being half Asian background, studied more then Sofia did. Then again, Liana flew through her classes while Sofia did as any normal person would and struggled to keep her grades at the best level they could be. Maybe it was stereotyping, but it all held true.

A paper danced in front of her as he stated the new initiatives name. She was sure she knew that name. Then it clicked as the picture found her view. She had a math with him and he was always sleeping or dozing off. Sure it wasn't the funniest thing in the world, but it was practically an everyday thing with this kid. Taking the paper as it was suggestively shoved to her, she looked down over the face once more before her eyes were up and staring easily into the Dean's own. So she might have to flirt a little and flash a charming smile that she could actually manage, this didn't sound so bad right now. Become a date, which left a sour taste to her mouth, and show up to gather enough information for Hunter's liking to show that drugs were involved. This was... going to be so easy.

Her shoulder's gave a tense motion however, as the older man leaned to her. She swallowed quietly, giving a short, quick nod. "Perfectly, sir." She answered respectfully. "What am I to do after that? Just get some pictures of the... 'party'?" Her fingers lifted to make air quotes before dropping back down, starting to roll the paper in a circle. After he gave the answer her eyes finally dared to glance to the side and then back, taking but a step behind her so they weren't so close. "Am I free to leave then?" It held a bit of sarcasm and malice, but she tried her very best to hold it at bay. "I have class that my education is depending on."

Damn, she was adorable. Maybe he should have followed Evelyn's original plan, and pimped Sofia out as a whore. He could have charged a fortune, and stashed away half of the money for himself, without her Mother being aware. That was Hunter's initial thought as the stress of being unsure of Sofia's reaction, or whether the plan would come to fruition, was swept away in a wave of relief, and with his eyes locked upon her, and their bodies close, he took a good, long look at Sofia for the first time. If only he were twenty years younger.

The flashbacks ceased as he realised she'd asked a question, and the paper had been pulled from his hands. The man startled, and shook his head to clear it. No, taking over the Cartel was a much better idea, Sofia would only be at College for a few years, however he could control the drug empire for the rest of his career. And it wasn't as though Sofia wouldn't be required to open her legs as part of the investigation anyway. He'd just need to find a way to turn that fact to his own vicarious advantage.

'Sorry, what did you.....?" He stared at Sofia, before her question finally resolved itself in his ears, and his lips curled into a smile from her use of the word Sir. Such a sweet girl, and one with manners, even at a time such as this. "I'm glad you understand." His eyes narrowed momentarily when she stepped away, and her tone changed. A finger moved to his lips, in contemplation, and he glanced at the door, then refocused his attention on her.

"I think for the next few month's Sofia, there are going to be other issues way more influential to the continuation of your education at this college than classes. I'll attempt to ensure that I utilise your services only at the most convenient times, however, in the end, my requests must receive priority." The Dean's arm raised he spoke, and with a finger pointed at the safe, an eyebrow cocked; a reminder to Sofia of who was in control of the situation. "Just so we're clear".

He held her gaze for a few moments, then moved to the exit, stopping to look back at the young woman, with his hand on the door knob. "I require you to gain an invitation to that party, any way you can. That's all. Once you succeed in that task, you'll return to me for further instructions." The Dean sighed, and his shook from side to side. "You've much to learn Sofia. Do you not think waltzing in with a camera in hand, and filming their illegal substances may appear a touch suspicious?" The sarcasm dripped from his tongue as the door began to open. "You are a straight A student, are you not?"

The room brightened with the sunlight that filtered through the corridor windows as the door was pulled fully open, and he motioned that she was free to leave. Her mention of taking pictures had given him the glimmer of an idea. "Hurry up, and don't miss that class. I expect you to report to my office by no later than the end of the week. Please shut the door on your way out."

Hunter didn't give her another glance as he walked back to his desk.
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Outside, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, athletic student with his ear pressed against the wall almost jumped out of his skin when he heard voices for the first time, "I expect you to report to my office by no later than the end of the week" , and he realised the door had been opened. Book-bag slung over his shoulder, he stumbled, fell to his knees, scrambled to his feet, hoisted the bag once again, began to whistle a tune, then, with pretend nonchalance, passed the Dean's door, just as the raven-haired woman began to exit.

The young man's head pirouetted, and he came to a halt, mock surprise in his eyes. "Sofia, isn't it?" Preston smiled, "I'm not sure if we've met, I'm Preston" His gaze lifted over her shoulder to peer into the room, but nothing suspicious was to be seen. Just a dark look which was thrown at him by the man behind the desk. He quickly averted his attention, and with white teeth gleaming, spoke again to Sofia. "I came to see the Dean, but I guess you beat me to it. Now if I don't hurry, I'll be late for my next class. Care to walk with me?" The Dean's raised voice, and demand for Sofia to report back to him by the end of the week, had further aroused his curiosity. Surely it couldn't be to do with her grades? A querulous eyebrow raised as he shot her a smile, and shuffled his feet, not wanting to appear too keen.

What an asshole. If she could have taken back her manners, she would have. As it was, it was too late now and he was already playing at her 'possible' intelligence. Sofia clearly knew she wouldn't be able to walk in with a camera and just start snapping pictures. That didn't mean, like every other decently tech savvy person, she wouldn't have her phone. Plus, she was a female. They were known for their group pictures, random selfies, and awkwardly held photos while they macked on whoever at the time. If some drug activity just happened to be in the pictures, well, wouldn't that just be a shame? The black haired girl would just keep her mouth shut though. Perhaps if she could swing something of that merit, it would put her a bit more into the Dean's good graces. And at the moment, she figured she could use all good grace she could get in case things started to go south.

"I am." Was her only reply to the man who was pushing her out the door, however. Well, she had a B in one class right now, but her roommate was helping her to study and bump that back up. A breath that could have been a huff passing her lips as she took a few steps back, shifting her own bag that she had collected up. At his given time frame of what she now had to work with, her mouth opened to answer, only to snap close as he basically left her to be. A week gave her some time, probably enough to get to the party, she hoped. Who knew what magic she would have to work for that, but she knew she would do it. Whatever 'it' was. So her hand began to tug on the door handle as she excused herself from the room, stopping almost wide eyed towards the new male that was practically walking into her.

The rather direct introduction had the usually quite proper lady faltering. Or maybe it was the bright smile on the handsome face. Her eyes dipped to his lips then found their way back up the face to his eyes. A good moment passed before the words of what he had stated sunk in and also that she should be answer. Him glancing into the room she had just exited didn't seem to obvious. So her hand that was resting on the handle began to pull it closed finally, shutting out the current thoughts of what her future held. Or what she wished were that easily done. "Ah.. yes, I'm Sofia." Should she shake his hand or something? What was this guy after all the sudden? He gave his explanation and a smile started to her lips, forced or not, she wasn't sure at this point. Her brain was working in a bit of overdrive, so she had to settle back down and try to get in the drivers seat once more.

"Sure, yea. I guess we can walk, Preston, was it?" The stumble on her words had her looking away as her own two feet started to give a few steps, motioning that she would be following along with him now. The realization that she still had the file paper in her hand had her glancing down, frantically rolling it before opening her bag and stuffing it in there. She would have to look over it later to not seem so suspicious to the man beside her. Sofia could only imagine what he might think of her if he saw the detailed report. That maybe she was a stalker? Ugh, that was a terrible thought.

Realizing that she had been walking silence, her head finally lifted, her body correcting to the ladylike structure she had been taught, the amber eyes finally looked over to Preston and she gave a smile in slight curiosity with her question. "Where are you heading to, Preston? And I hadn't seen you around, just start?" If this new person wanted to walk with her, she might as well try to make conversation. "I'm on my way to Literature right now." A passing half scoff and giggle left her lips as she finally looked head to watch where she was going. "The professor get's beyond grumpy if any one walks in late, so hopefully I can make it before he starts."

Hunter dropped into his seat, feeling content and in control of the situation. A slight frown crossed his features, as he reached out to hit the space bar on the laptop to bring the screen back to life , and found he’d missed the entire cheerleading practice. However, his lips quickly curled up to form a smirk, when he recalled the wittiness of his last comment, and the fact that, although he’d gained the impression it had irked Sofia, she’d had the intelligence not to respond, nor challenge him about it. With the girl now under this thumb; the rest should be a cakewalk.

What she didn't realise was that Hunter had motivations other than those he’d revealed to her, and didn't require photographic evidence, but information. That illegal substances were being used was a certainty; but who supplied them to the fraternity? Who was the next in the food chain? To discover that would require subtlety, and possibly, no probably, a lot more. Something she could offer that Hunter couldn’t. An attractive face, sweet young body, and a pussy.

However, first she'd be required to deal with Stuart Thompson, and the next move was in her hands. A quick glance over his shoulder, to where the confession was securely locked away, provide him the confidence that she'd come through with flying colours. If she didn't, life as she knew it was as good as over. Hunter began to whistle to himself, as the door closed. So engrossed in his thoughts, he hadn’t paid much attention to the male student who'd greeted her in the hall.

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Prince recovered his composure at the same time as his balance, and his greeting of Sofia was as natural as could be. He reached up to hook his book-bag higher on his shoulder, and an eyebrow raised. Perfect white teeth showed through, and his deep blue eyes held a hint of amusement. Nothing suspicious had been noted in the office before the door was pulled closed, and he’d fully focused his attention of Sofia.

"Preston, that's right. Preston Henry." He nodded in response to her question, and took a moment to appraise her demeanour. Was she nervous, and a little fidgety, or was that just his imagination? His forehead creased in thought momentarily, then his gaze flicked down to her hand. Preston leaned slightly to the left, and attempted to see what it was she slipped into her bag. It appeared to be a document with a name and photograph, but that’s all he saw; although from that brief glimpse, he gained the impression it was a face he'd seen before. Instinct told him that it had been provided to her by the Dean. For what purpose?

It had only taken an instant, and Prince hoped the movement of his eyes would only be taken as natural curiosity as they once again landed on Sofia, and they commenced to walk. "Well, I guess I'm not very noticeable. However, you definitely are." The tone was self-deprecating, if a touch flirtatious, as was the smile he shot her. "We do have a couple of the same classes." Preston thought it best not to mention one of them was the very one from which he'd followed her and Fat Albert. "I'm headed to Psychiatry."

He kept pace with her as they walked, enjoying the proximity of the attractive girl, and his gaze flicked between her, and the corridor ahead. "I’ve always been interested in how the human mind works, but to be truthful, the lecturer is very dry, and boring, and I’d much prefer to be joining you in Literature. Books are one my favourite things in the world." As much as he wanted to ask her about her encounter with Hunter Forsythe, he couldn’t just rush in. Plus, everything didn’t have to be about work, did it? Sofia appeared to be a nice girl, and a damn cute one at that.

He was about to say something further, however instead, what came from his mouth was a chuckle to match hers, and he nodded his head. “Grumpy Forsythe, I hear they call him?” Preston cocked a questioning eyebrow, then realised she’d given him the opportunity he’d been waiting for. “Must be a thing with Professor's, the Dean didn't seem particularly happy either. I hope you’re not in trouble or anything."

The statement was made as Preston realised they’d reached her classroom, and he placed his fingers on her elbow to bring Sofia to a halt. Ever the gentleman, he gripped the door handle, and pulled open the door for her. His shoulder brushed hers when he straightened, and as his touch tightened slightly on her arm, a friendly smile played across his almost too handsome face. "Maybe we can get together for a coffee later. Say, six o'clock at the Campus café?”

It was an offer of help, or at least someone to talk to. With the circumstances surrounding her removal from class, and the document in her possession, Preston Henry was certain Sofia knew something which could well assist in his own investigation.

Preston Henry. Preston Henry. Why the hell did that name sound so familiar? Sofia figured she was about to drown from everything swimming around in her mind right now, for everything holy, she couldn't shut any of it down. And now there was this guy randomly appearing and distracting her with his rather charming smile and easy conversation. So much so that she barely noted what he had said until a few feet in. Her head whipping to look at him as her eyes grew a tad in shock. They had classes together and here she was acting like he hadn't even existed until a few passing moments ago. Well now she felt even worse then everything that was already twisting her stomach into knots.

With haste, her head faced back forward while she felt the smallest of red starting to dust easily across her paler toned skin. If it was completely from embarrassment of having just figured out what she did, or actually still stress from everything crashing down around her, she couldn't be sure. It was probably a combination of both and that wasn't much more assuring. Sofia White; prim, proper, polite, was being a complete idiot and frankly... a bitch. Least that was what she was feeling as, thankfully, Preston pushed the conversation on with her. He might have been trying to play nice, or more so, but Sofia didn't feel she could except that soon as she realized she hadn't taken notice of such a eye-catching being before.

So finally, she was able to give a few quick nods and force up her smile before it grew to a real one as he spoke. "I do believe I'll be taking Psychiatry next semester. I crammed as much as I could into this one since I had a bit more free time. So I tried to make them the easier classes." she explained with a soft laugh, looking back ahead. "I love to see how the mind works as well, but now I'm a bit disappointed to hear the teacher will be anything but interesting."

Her lips parted but she closed them again, drawing her tongue across to wet as she listened to his next few words, a smile growing a bit more easily and her head nodding in agreement to the nickname of her next classrooms teacher. However, it only lasted for that and the corner of her lips dropped back down to something more serious before she was shaking her head as if to quickly assure him it was nothing like that. Which it sort of wasn't. Sort of. The dean seemed ecstatic, but the part on her being in trouble was a huge yes. Trouble was the least, in fact. Best to just give him a little something. "Ah, no. He was just talking with me about possible... side work I can do. Possible internship stuff."

The female's eyes looked up to watch towards the door then before they slide over to the male as she felt his touch. A twinkle passing to her lips and partially to her eyes at the unusually kind gesture. Her lips parted, but then hung there as he spoke first. Her amber gaze carefully watching the blue one with a curious look. In a matter of seconds she had a thousand questions as to what he could be up to, or why he would possibly want a drink. Or maybe she was suddenly a bit off tilt with what task she had in hand now. Either way, she answered with what first came to mind. Thankfully, it was much more her usual self. "I'll have to run to my dorm first, so make it six ten and we have a deal. Save me a seat." A wink passed and she gave a smirk before turning away a bit shyly almost, regardless of the action she had just given the male. Moving into the class with a minute to spare and found her seat for the time.

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She just wanted to sleep forever. After how long the day had suddenly started to take soon as Sofia had found herself in Literature class, it was almost to much and there was even the thought of going to her dorm and skipping out on her last two classes to just sleep and hope it would pull away everything that was pounding away in her head now. She hadn't concentrated but a smidgen anyway, she knew that much. From her mother's recent plans, to the Dean's own and then how easily she had taken the male, no Preston, up on a date. Was it even considered a date? Oh yes, like she needed to question much else at this point. She pushed that away as quickly as she could and decided it best to just see how the rest of the night played out.

Pulling out her phone, clicked the screen to life to see it read six o' seven. A confident little smirk pulling as she saw she was actually a few minutes early. The best thing that had happened so far today if she was to put it in order. Pulling open the door to the cafe, she started into the wide room, letting the music of some popular song that was currently at the top hits softly played over the speakers. Students took up tables either by themselves or with a few others to group study or help each other with homework. Sofia had dropped of a few things she knew she wouldn't be needing to her dorm, and it also lightened her load. But she still was toting around her bag, ever the good student, thinking she might get some work done herself. That and it made it a bit more easy to read the situation with the blonde she was now looking for. If this wasn't just a date or something, she could play it off with her bag and actually study together. If it was, the bag would be set to the side for the time and thought about later. Win-win as far as the raven haired girl could think.

A twitch of her mouth curled up on each side without thinking soon as she saw who she was looking for. Pushing between a few students and weaving past a table, she found the side of the one he was sitting at. Her hand making a first and tapping against the side to catch his attention before it unbunched and finger nails trailed across the top. "Hope you didn't wait too long." she offered, even if she was early, or now, on time, it felt right to ask.

The blue-eyed, fair haired man was twenty five years of age, but looked younger. It was one of the reasons he'd been selected for the investigation, not to mention that his superiors had thought his looks would make it easier for Preston to ingratiate himself with the other students; though they'd warned him about getting too close and being distracted. To do so, and ignore their orders, could cause a blemish on his record. The young man was aware of this as he talked to the attractive raven-haired girl, and though she was easy on the eye, he convinced himself that wasn't why he'd followed her; that, instead, it was because he'd intuited what had occurred in the classroom, and subsequently in the Dean's office, could have some bearing on his mission.

She appeared to hesitate as he spoke his name, and he inhaled, hoping that she wouldn't recall he'd been in the same classroom as she, and witnessed the incident with Fat Albert. Preston exhaled when she seemed to relax, but otherwise attempted to keep his relief to himself. The man tried to keep a low profile, sneaking into most classes in the midst of other students, not being vocal or asking questions, and always sitting up the back where no-one could see him without turning around. It looked like it had worked, and he flicked Sophia a toothy grin.

"Maybe the Professor isn't quite as boring as I like to make out. It's just I don't do well with sitting around, and letting people talk. I prefer to be active." Preston paused, and his eyes crinkled. "Unless, it's an attractive woman, of course. Then I could listen to her all day. If you do take Psychiatry next semester, I'd be happy to give you some pointers. Assuming, that is, I don't flunk out myself. " The blonde man briefly wondered if he was coming on too strong with the flirtation as he took hold of Sofia's arm, and opened the door.

His parents had raised him to be a gentleman, and he tried not to disappoint. How that sat with his ulterior motives in asking the next question, he refused to think about. Preston's eyes locked on hers, and he scanned her face to try and gauge her reactions and emotions; the actual words she spoke were secondary. He thought he detected a brief hesitation and expression of concern, but if so, Sofia was good, and her explanation made sense. "Extra credit is always nice, but I don't know where you find the time. I struggle to complete my current schedule, but that may just be because I'm a little slow." His tone was self-deprecating and light. "Anyways, I'd best let you go. Six-ten it is, and I'll be saving a seat just for you. Enjoy your class"

Prince's smile dissipated as he watched Sofia enter, and his expression became one of contemplation. There was something not quite right. However, that gorgeous and intelligent young woman being involved with drugs, and Delta Tau Chi? It couldn't be. Maybe she'd been telling the truth about the extra credit, but then why would she need to have been removed from class by Fat Albert? Hopefully Preston would discover some answers that evening.

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Preston arrived at the cafe early, his schedule free after Psychiatry. Very early, in fact. He'd arrived at four pm, and already consumed three cups of coffee. It had allowed him to select a quiet table in the corner before the cafe had become too crowded, and the additional space the chosen location provided would ensure the tiny microphone he'd taped to bottom of the table-top would capture their conversation clearly.

The male stole a glance at his watch, and shut down his laptop as the time to meet Sofia approached. Although it was work, he was looking forward to become acquainted a little more. Not a date; that wasn't allowed by his superiors; and he assumed he wouldn't be taking her back to his dorm for a liaison, either. There were no rules against that; this was College, after all, and Preston was required to fit in; however from what background information he'd been provided on Sofia, Preston had gathered the woman was too intelligent, with too much self-respect, to be the type to engage in one-night stands, or random hookups. At least he could look.

Preston appraised her from the corner of his eyes, and didn't let on that he'd noted Sofia the moment she'd walked through the entrance. When she tapped the table, his head shot up, as if surprised, then a toothy grin lit up his features, and he motioned for her to take a seat. "Glad you could make it, and no, I just arrived myself not long ago." A tiny white lie. "Can I get you a coffee? My treat."

An eyebrow raised, and a hand slid down to subtly switch on the microphone under the table. "Then maybe we can grab a bite to eat. If you have time that is, and don't need to disappear for that Internship thing?" He couldn't come right out and ask for information, but hoped the curiosity in his tone would cause her to feel as if she needed to reveal more, as he reached for the menu.

Soon as the male's smile had came to her with eye contact, Sofia's own plastered on her face. Her gaze yanked away at suddenly how stupid that felt to have such a reaction just because he was cute, or whatever she was telling herself. But who was she kidding? He was beyond easy on the eyes and practically instant attraction had been made. So she moved to the seat he had aimed for and what she was originally going to take. Her bag slid from her shoulder to the floor beside it as her bottom found the slightly comfortable chairs they had given for the students who usually got stuck studying here all night. If nothing else, to be in easy reach of resources; coffee and food. Something he was offering her.

Amber hues lifted back up as a hand reached up to tuck a piece of black hair behind her ear and show off the sparkle of a simple earring. Talk, Sofia. The man asked you a question. "Coffee would be great." Coffee would be terrible. What was she thinking? Oh that's right, she really wasn't at this point. Autopilot had kicked in with full nerves and she could care less if she got back into the drivers seat or not. At least for the time being. So, regardless of the mere fact that whatever he was bound to get her, depending now on what she would describe - which she realized she should probably be doing - the female was going to be wired most likely well into the night and continue with her tortures for the day. Go big or go home was it not? And hell if Sofia wanted to head home with that monster of a mother.

"Anything cinnamon is perfect." She wouldn't be as so low as to demand something that could be noted as expensive if he was paying. She knew coffee could get a little crazy, one of the reasons she stayed away since money was of her own thing no thanks to her parents. Her father would have probably helped if she truly needed it, but she knew Eve wouldn't hear it. It wasn't a big deal anyway, Sofia worked at the local pet store happily and it had done her fine thus far. At least in the personal funds aspect.

Food. He was mentioning food. So this was a date? It was sort of disgusting how quickly she was trying to push that thought. Then again, mister Preston Henry seemed more then pleasing and her last few dates had ended in failure. "The cold meat sandwiches are all good," she offered first, showing she'd relied on this place a bit more then a few times. "But they make some of best sweets as well here." Came a bit more with a happier smile, until she realized he'd mentioned her situation with the dean again. Eyes fell to the menu and she silenced again. That knot was still very present in her stomach no matter how much the dark haired girl thought she could just push it away, that she would be alright. This was beyond alright. However, she couldn't very well just come out and start telling people, begging for help. She was smart enough to figure this out and stronger then that... She hoped.

"No, this is fine. The intern thing has... All week. I have plenty of time." Lie or not, even she wasn't sure. "I just have to talk to someone and the the dean was helping me to get his information." Sofia offered another glimpse of a smile, looking up again towards the blonde. There, maybe that was enough and actually sounded very good because she wasn't fully lying and certainly not telling him the truth.Her eyes fell to the menu in his hand, lifting her hand with a gentle pointing. "If we're eating however, I'll just take the giant cinnamon roll." Perfect to go with her coffee. Going even bigger, she supposed as well. Not like she was probably going to sleep anyway tonight.

Preston didn't really require another coffee; not with the three he'd already consumed; and he hoped the waitress wouldn't query where his empty mug, which had contained the last, had disappeared to. The one he'd surreptitiously placed on an empty seat at the table behind him, so that Sofia wouldn't note that he'd been in the café longer than admitted. Bright blue eyes founds hers, and he allowed himself to take the time to appraise her properly as she took the seat he had indicated to, then he shot her the toothy grin that exuded charm, and made Preston appear anything but the undercover policeman than he was. The mention of coffee and food, then the real reason he'd invited her. Information. As he picked up the menu, Preston nodded, "Cinnamon sounds good, and I could do with a sugar hit, it's been a long day."

His eyes, hidden behind cardboard, lifted to watch her, and he wondered what she was thinking. That this was a date? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Preston, if he'd admitted it to himself truly wasn't sure, however he did know that if he hadn't been here on assignment, there'd be no doubt. He'd be doing everything in his powers to charm the woman, and get to know her as a person; and possibly talk her into bed. The latter was still an option as he focused on her response, and contemplated the question of whether she was as nice, and innocent, as she'd been made out to be. Prince had been trained in reading people, and had a background in psychology - one of the reasons he found his lecturer so boring - and, as the subject had changed, he thought he'd detected an evasiveness in her answer. 'Get some information...talk to someone....the Dean 'helping',

A thoughtful Dean didn't sound like the Hunter Forsythe that Preston knew, and why would he commence now? Sofia hadn't mentioned what the Internship was, or who with, and he gained the impression that, if asked outright, she would not have been able to answer. He briefly thought of doing so, but then decided not to press. Whatever was going on, there was no point in frightening the young woman, or giving her a reason to not want to spend time in his company. He'd attempt to build rapport - people were always more likely to reveal something unexpected, without even realising they'd done so, in a casual conversation with those they assumed could be trusted.

Prince allowed the menu to fall back to the table, and held up a hand to attract the attention of the wait-staff. "Two cinnamon roll's and two coffee's it is. Good choice." His eyes crinkled, and he flicked away a lock of blonde hair that had crept into his field of vision. A quick glance at the waiter who'd arrived, and the order was placed, with a courteous thanks, then he refocused his attention on his dining companion.

"So, if I may ask, what are you majoring in? I'm criminology and forensic psychology myself, always wanted to be a cop. I'm not sure why, probably some tv show I watched as a kid." Or possibly because his Father was special-agent-in-charge of the Sacramento Office of the FBI, and it ran in the family, however, that, Sofia didn't need to know. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself." Not that he wasn't cognisant of most of the details already, including her class schedule, where she'd been born, raised and currently resided, and apparently difficult relationship with her Mother - that's what he'd been researching for the past three hours - but it would provide him with an opportunity to see how open she'd be.

The coffee's and rolls arrived, and as they were placed in front of each of them, he held up his hand and shook his head, and spoke in a tone of self-deprecation, and good humour. "God, I'm sorry, I really shouldn't should be so nosy." He beamed at her, relaxed in his chair, crossed one leg over another, picked up the bun, brushed some sugar of his shirt which had fallen from the roll, and lifted it towards his mouth. "It's not often you meet a woman who's both intelligent and attractive. I hope I didn't step on any toes by asking you for coffee?" An eyebrow raised, Preston took a bite of his roll, and the other hand dropped to collect his beverage; the man's admiring gaze not leaving Sofia for a moment.

He'd almost forgotten that he had another appointment in an hour; some girl who apparently had inside information on a gathering Delta Tau Chi had organised for the weekend. If only he could find a way to gain an invitation.

A smile had easily crossed her features as he agreed to what she was having. Whether he was being just nice or it really sounded good, Sofia wasn't sure yet, but she hadn't sent him running for the hills. Always a good sign. Though there was still time. Which was a terrible way to think about the male across the table from her that she barely knew, save that he actually did in fact have classes with her and she had been none the wiser. That little bit had still blown her mind. So much for thinking she was good at attention to detail.

Raven hair was brushed back and over to one shoulder before tucked easily behind the opposite ear to make sure it would stay out of her face. She waited for him to place the order, watching out to the side and realizing she was probably looking for the male she would need to track down and get a hold of. So to make it seem less suspicious, her head moved slowly back ahead and her eyes met with Preston's soon as he seemed to do the same of motions. Her smile lifted just slightly higher in a nature response and then her body shifted in the seat with only a small lean as he began to speak.

A brow raising over the amber hued eye before she nodded once in listening, giving a small, airy laugh to his comment of why he would want to join the same field of work she was actually in. Something else that would also explain why he had the classes she did, and probably ones she would be taking as soon as the next semester started. But it was a question that had been bound to come up and probably one she would have used right off the bat to break the ice if needed as well. "I"m actually attending for criminology as well, but more to become a criminologist." A shoulder lifted in a shrug as she glanced off before back to his next offer.

Oh how she hated actually talking about herself. And thankfully the meal of sorts had arrived, giving a slight distraction to the conversation at hand. Sofia had given the slightest lean forward to grasp towards her portion, but paused when the man waved and spoke again. It drawing a large smile to her face at the words and just how polite he seemed to genuinely be giving them. Scooting her coffee carefully over to herself along with the paper that the roll had came in, she straightened in her seat. Holding herself quite properly before looking up as she pulled a piece of the roll from her own off and was pushing it to her mouth. Pausing right at parted lips to have her eyes crinkle with the smile before quickly shaking her head then taking the bite, quickly chewing so she could respond.

"No. No toes," she assured taking a small sip of her coffee as if pausing to try and find the right words. "It's actually a nice distraction. And since you're going to be so nice about it, why would I have anything to complain about?"

The dark haired female was beaming. She knew exactly what he was doing and she was easily going along, if not coaxing it. She was a girl after all, it wasn't like she hated getting flirted with. But to know a little about her? Where did she start lightly with that?

"But uh... I guess I thought about actually going to be a lawyer before a criminologist. Someone told me I wasn't cut out for that so I should probably stick to the desk work of things." Lips pursed and the look was forced in smile before her eyes glanced down to the food. One finger reaching out to scoot the roll ever so much closer. "I guess I don't really have anything much more interesting about me. I put all my time into school, work part-time at a pet store, and live on campus."

Wow, way to attract any males... Her gaze yanked up and looked over to him with a grin. "I guess I was... thinking, on going to that probably stupid party Delta whatever is having." Wasn't thinking, needed. Perhaps he would have some ideas, or at least tell her that her flirting skills hadn't completely dispersed. She'd probably need a bit of them at least if this Stuart thing was going to work out. "I hear it can get pretty crazy, so I'm just debating." Not debating. Her hands found the coffee and spun it in a small circle before lifting and taking a drink in her hesitance. Setting the cup down, she swallowed the warmer liquid and looked back to her current companion. "But what about yourself? Since I'd so apparently been blind that someone as eye catching as yourself was in my classes. You seem like the type to stay pretty busy." That was being flirtatious, but perhaps it would expand things from her for awhile. Plus, she was curious as to what someone like him did when he wasn't coming up out of no where and offering coffee to girls who hadn't ever met him.

Preston placed down the roll, and blew on the froth of the coffee to cool the beverage down, as he watched Sofia over the rim of his mug. A nod of his head accompanied the tip of his hand to allow some of the liquid to flow into his mouth, and he sighed in contentment at the taste, which mingled with the sweetness of cinnamon still on his tongue, then rested the cup on the saucer, and leaned forward. The soft smile, or expression of interest in hearing what Sofia had to say, had never left his face. Which wasn't difficult, after spending some time in her company, he thought he could listen to her talk all day.

"Really?" He acted surprised, although he was already aware of the field she studied, every class she attended, grades for each, any of those she had missed; and the excuses or reasons she'd provided, if any. His head bobbed up and down, as a hand cupped the mug on the table. "I think Criminology is more interesting, anyhow. So many fields to choose from. Plus, Lawyers don't have a great reputation, though I'm sure if that's what you'd decided on, you could have changed that. Or at least, brought some class to the courtroom." Again, though he meant it, the young man hoped he wasn't taking it too far with the flattery. "I'm glad to hear I'm not stepping on any toes, although it does make me wonder what's wrong with the guys around here. I thought they were supposed to be smart."

A cheeky grin and a wink, came with the comment, as a hand lifted to flick back a lock of blond hair which had fallen into his vision. Preston took another bite of the cinnamon roll, and listened to Sofia, interjecting now and then, and asking a question, but for the most part just allowed her to speak. His body tensed at the mention of the Fraternity, and fingers tightened around the mug, which hopefully wasn't noticed. Preston's mouth opened, then clamped shut as he stopped himself from responding to that immediately, and instead gave her a brief overview of himself. Or at least his cover. "Nothing special. My family moved from California, and I decided to follow them. We've always been pretty close. Luckily there was a placement for me here."

The lies slipped easily from his mouth. "I obtained a Scholarship, so I'm fortunate that I don't need to work, and can concentrate on my studies." His nose scrunched up playfully, the words said in jest, and demeanour and tone making it apparent he was teasing, and matching her own flirtations. "Apart from that, and apparently being eye-catching enough to not notice, I play a couple of sports, just causally; tennis and golf; read a lot, study spend time with friends, movies and such. I do like to keep busy."

His food now finished, Preston glanced up and thanked the waitress who'd removed the plate, then focused his gaze back on his dining companion. A quick deep-breath before he changed the subject. "I didn't envision you as the type to attend the Delta parties." The type to be invited is what he really meant, but didn't say aloud, although, in his mind, that would have been a compliment, rather than an insult. His fingers tapped against his near-empty mug. "Neither am I, really, but I heard they get pretty wild; liquor, drugs, and women," His eyebrow arched, but he didn't pause. "I've been curious myself, to see if the rumours are true, but gaining an invitation is like trying to break into Fort Knox." Preston shot her a smile, then quickly glanced at his watch, and the smile became a sigh.

"Unfortunately, I have an appointment with one of my lecturers scheduled in twenty minutes, but if I didn't bore you too much, maybe I can buy you dinner sometime. A proper one?" His eyes continued to hold Sofia's "Or, if you manage to wangle and invite to the Frat Party, possibly you could take me as your date?" The words were teasing, and his countenance relaxed, but underneath the calm exterior, her mention of Delta Tau Chi had his pulse racing. Somehow, someway, she was involved.