An hour before swimming classes.

Mia has no idea why she chose to sign up for swimming classes. She knew it was one of the few electives that she was required to pick as part of her courses, and she knew that she could have easily chosen an easier elective like baking. Or anything other than swimming. Like sewing, like she had joined last year.

Swimming required more effort than she was ever prepared to choose. Then again, registering for her electives while drunk from two cans of dollar-store beer wasn't exactly the best choice that she's ever done. So she decides that the smarter choice would just be to not attend swimming class entirely. She's so 'not in the mood to join this class' that she hasn't even bought a swimsuit, for one thing.

Anyways, this story takes place an hour before swimming classes are supposed to start. She was supposed to have math classes, but apparently the teacher wasn't going to be able to attend because of various reasons. Sure, she definitely hasn't heard of the rumors that he was apparently jacking off to yearbook pictures, but that was for another day.

Right now, she'd decided to sit in one of the gymnasium storerooms, isolated from most of the other students in the college, enough for her to idly browse through social media on her phone. She was also devising a plan to skip swimming classes, because she was pretty sure that this was now the third week of swimming classes, and that required her to put on a swimsuit and actually swim.

And she wanted absolutely none of that. First of all, the swimsuit she'd be required to wear absolute sucks. And it'll ruin her suntan, or something like that. Secondly, she knows some of the boys that signed up for the same swimming classes. And she knows they're very crude, so she'd rather not deal with that bag of dicks, if anything.

As she continued to formulate her plan, she would suddenly hear the sound of an alarm go off in the main hall of the gymnasium.