"How'd you do on the latest exam?" asked Lacey, walking over to my table. You technically didn't get your own personal library table, but I practically lived here, and most people at the university knew you could find me at this one in particular.

"Great! Still edging you out by .05" I smirked. Lacey and I had a friendly rivalry in the quest for summa cum laude, or at least one that I thought was friendly. Unbeknownst to me, she hated my guts.

Also unbeknownst to me, she'd stolen a new drug from the college's biochemistry research department.

As I went off to grab a book, she dosed my water bottle with it, and chuckled to herself.

"Good luck focusing on class now..."

Four Hours Later:

I was finishing up with my studies, feeling very odd. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but this certainly wasn't normal. I got up and went out into the quad, adjusting my glasses and hoping it would pass. I couldn't afford to miss any classes because of illness, after all.

But as a group of girls walked past, I realized I might have bigger problems.

I was staring at them.

Staring.

Hormonal teenage boys wouldn't leer as hard as I was, taking in their sports bras and booty shorts as they came over from the gym. And those abs...

Was I licking my lips?

"Hey, Kelsey?"

I turned around to see one of the girls I tutored, a butch, athletic girl with short green hair and a winning smile. And strong arms. And nice hands...

And she could probably throw me over her shoulder like nothing...

"So is that cool?" she asked, making me realize I'd missed a whole question while imagining several not PG things.

"Um...sure" I said, trying really hard not to bite my lip or look at her in an objectifying manner.

She walked off, and I watched her go like it was the greatest show on Earth. Those tight yoga pants...

Wait a second! What was happening to me?!

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