College was supposed to be different from high school.  More people, more choice, more places to get away from people; but no.  Of course not.  Robbie considers what he's had to have done in a past life to have ended up here, watching some blond-haired fake-tanned jock holding his camera well above his head, with that handsome face twisted into a cruel smirk.<br/><br/>He should do something.<br/><br/>Staring up at the camera, watching it dangle, he considers opening his mouth, he considers speaking up, but when he looks again at the pair of bullies, two jocks--one of whom has a black eye, and both of whom already look pretty steamed up--he decides that's not going to be doing himself any favours.  If he pisses them off, they might step on it.  If he just lets them push him around, they might settle for just dropping it.<br/><br/>Maybe he'll be able to fix it if he just lets this happen.<br/><br/>"Well?" Blonde and Beautiful says.  "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"