BlueCollarGirl
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- Dec 20, 2020
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Starting college was supposed to be fun. New people, new freedom, and no parents were what all of her friends were getting to enjoy. Days in the California sun and nights at parties and bars were what college life was supposed to be.
But not for Nikki Bradford. No, despite her family’s money, her looks, and having her parents wrapped around her finger, she didn’t get to go to Stanford, or USC, or even Berkeley. Oh no. Instead, she got packed up and shipped off to a tiny little private college in New Hampshire, courtesy of her late grandmother, Judith.
That woman had been a nightmare in life, though Nikki barely remembered her, being a small child when the woman died. She had been born late in her father’s life, with him almost fifty when she finally came along. James had married her mother late, as well, after divorcing his first wife when she proved unable to have children. A cruel insistence that Judith had forced upon him. James paid her back by moving to California and finally siring a child - Nikki.
James and Heather, her parents, had enough money in their own right to afford Judith’s ire. But Nikki...well, she had a trust fund. But it had to be earned, not merely given. The stipulations her grandmother had set out required that Nikki return to New Hampshire and graduate from Silver Oak College of Arts and Humanities. Upon graduation, Nikki would have her own money to do whatever she wanted.
But what happened when all she wanted to do was party, right now, with friends that were nowhere near here? The college didn’t even have a decent sorority to join. And if she wanted parties, she would have to trek into Bournemouth, the nearest town, to find ones going on at the state school there. Thankfully she had her car on campus so she could escape as needed.
During a week of orientation nonsense, there were a few girls she met that might become friends, and some cute guys whose eyes she’d caught with her deep West Coast tan, platinum blonde hair, and playful smile. But she had to be careful as Silver Oak also had a very strict “morals code”: no drinking, no sex, no drugs. It was awful, but it was her only ticket to the money she was due. So she’d find a way to muddle through and party safely away from campus.
Of course, she hadn’t told anyone her last name yet, either. The last thing she needed was people asking her if she was part of that Bradford family, the one whose name graced the student union and the library and the chem lab and....What a nightmare.
Today was the first day of class, and the September air was already cool. She wore a pair of short pale pink shorts with some cute platform sneakers, showing off her long, toned legs, but had to wear it with a form-fitting school sweatshirt to keep from being too cold. The shirt, at least, still showed off her figure rather than looking like a large gray sack over her torso.
All of her classes this semester were gen ed requirements she’d need to graduate, and hopefully give her some direction on what she wanted to study. For now, she was happy to remain undecided. The first class, Geology 100, seemed like a breeze. But her next one - Introduction to Poetry - had a reputation, more for the professor than the coursework. Apparently Mr. Remick was something of a hard ass, and enjoyed browbeating freshman into realizing they didn’t know anything. All Nikki wanted to do was survive so she could, one day, finally get into that trust fund.
But not for Nikki Bradford. No, despite her family’s money, her looks, and having her parents wrapped around her finger, she didn’t get to go to Stanford, or USC, or even Berkeley. Oh no. Instead, she got packed up and shipped off to a tiny little private college in New Hampshire, courtesy of her late grandmother, Judith.
That woman had been a nightmare in life, though Nikki barely remembered her, being a small child when the woman died. She had been born late in her father’s life, with him almost fifty when she finally came along. James had married her mother late, as well, after divorcing his first wife when she proved unable to have children. A cruel insistence that Judith had forced upon him. James paid her back by moving to California and finally siring a child - Nikki.
James and Heather, her parents, had enough money in their own right to afford Judith’s ire. But Nikki...well, she had a trust fund. But it had to be earned, not merely given. The stipulations her grandmother had set out required that Nikki return to New Hampshire and graduate from Silver Oak College of Arts and Humanities. Upon graduation, Nikki would have her own money to do whatever she wanted.
But what happened when all she wanted to do was party, right now, with friends that were nowhere near here? The college didn’t even have a decent sorority to join. And if she wanted parties, she would have to trek into Bournemouth, the nearest town, to find ones going on at the state school there. Thankfully she had her car on campus so she could escape as needed.
During a week of orientation nonsense, there were a few girls she met that might become friends, and some cute guys whose eyes she’d caught with her deep West Coast tan, platinum blonde hair, and playful smile. But she had to be careful as Silver Oak also had a very strict “morals code”: no drinking, no sex, no drugs. It was awful, but it was her only ticket to the money she was due. So she’d find a way to muddle through and party safely away from campus.
Of course, she hadn’t told anyone her last name yet, either. The last thing she needed was people asking her if she was part of that Bradford family, the one whose name graced the student union and the library and the chem lab and....What a nightmare.
Today was the first day of class, and the September air was already cool. She wore a pair of short pale pink shorts with some cute platform sneakers, showing off her long, toned legs, but had to wear it with a form-fitting school sweatshirt to keep from being too cold. The shirt, at least, still showed off her figure rather than looking like a large gray sack over her torso.
All of her classes this semester were gen ed requirements she’d need to graduate, and hopefully give her some direction on what she wanted to study. For now, she was happy to remain undecided. The first class, Geology 100, seemed like a breeze. But her next one - Introduction to Poetry - had a reputation, more for the professor than the coursework. Apparently Mr. Remick was something of a hard ass, and enjoyed browbeating freshman into realizing they didn’t know anything. All Nikki wanted to do was survive so she could, one day, finally get into that trust fund.