By noon, social media was ablaze with my pictures.
Campus blog and other individual bloggers had me on their page with different crazy captions. The narratives were funny too. I had never gotten this level of attention in my entire life, and it made me happy and nervous at the same time.
Nervous because the spotlight could also bring bad publicity. I was a freshman and the last thing I wanted was scandal.
“ Freshman and land owner Brown all cozy in the VIP sections”
“A new queen on campus, a freshman chilling with the big boys,”
“The newest sugar baby in town is Brown dating the girl in the pink dress?”
I put my phone on my bed. I was a queen and a sugar baby. It was obvious that Brown was a trophy. A man most girls would throw their panties at. He had money. Most girls didn’t come from money, so he was their opportunity to change their lives. I had several missed calls from him. I didn’t answer…
