Steve "The Stud" Farber spotted an incredibly hot girl walking the halls that he didn't recognize. He hurried to catch up with her. "Hey, are you new around here?"
She paused, and smiled sexily at him. "You could say that."
"I'm Steve Farber," he said.
"Yes, I know. They call you The Stud. Why is that, exactly?"
He paused, having never been asked so bluntly. "I guess...because girls find me attractive."
She touched the side of his face, leaning in closely. "Studs are usually male horses kept for breeding purposes," she whispered into his ear. "Is that what you are?"
He didn't quite know how to take such an aggressive move. It made him a bit uncomfortable...He didn't realize the irony of being on the other side of this sort of attention.
"What are you doing tonight?" She whispered. "And can you get out of it?"
