Jenny

You are JENNY, a member of CCL.

Officer Lang has left the Diner.

You have always been a… thinker, even if you have a few weaknesses to go with that.

You lick your fork and put it down, smiling across the table at Roxy.

“It’s always good to see you,” you say.

She looks disappointed, then annoyed. Then she puts her face in her hands and leans toward you. “You think you’re the first girl to play hard to get?” she asks.

She is so pretty.

You smile at her. “You think I’m playing?”

You stand up before she can reply, and leave the Diner. You leave Roxy far behind, putting on your earmuffs and heading down the sidewalk. The University is on the way back to CCL House. It’s a very long walk, but you need the exercise. You like to stress eat chocolate, so you need all this walking to keep your body slim. The pie doesn’t help, but you did make a French girl cum today, so it's not like you've been lazy.

As you reach the sidewalk in front of the big courtyard, with dried leaves blowing all around your skirt, you pause to look.

You frown.

Kris sits some fifty feet away, right there in the quad.

“Oh my god,” you say, dropping your books and running to her. She looks confused as you descend on her in a rush, but you grab her hands and help her stand up.

“What happened?” you demand.

“I’m OK,” she replies, blushing.

That’s not an answer.

You look at her, at the ground, at the empty courtyard, full of dead, brown leaves. At your books lying on the pavement, and her backpack.

Then you look at her face. She’s in pain.

“Someone hit you,” you say.

“No,” she replies, trying to pull away, but you hold on.

“They did,” you say. You are right. Kris is trying to be tough. “CGH?”

“What?”

You study her face. “How did I not see it?” you ask. “They wanted you.” You understand. It’s easy to put together. CGH loves athletes, and Kris is amazing on the basketball court. No one was more surprised than you when she chose CCL over CGH. You were afraid that she was just a horndog who wanted to get her fingers wet, but she joined CCL and then… never made a move on anyone. Not pledges, not members… she’s basically a nun.

You see it now. She’s shy.

A shy athlete in CCL. It makes you want to laugh. But you can’t laugh; someone attacked her, and you think you know who it must have been.

“OK, come on,” you say, pulling on her hand. “Let’s take a look at you.”

Classes are over, but the University isn’t completely shut down yet. You take her inside and upstairs to the nurse’s office, only to find it locked.

“Great,” you mutter. Kris’ hand is warm in yours. The nurse has bailed, probably going home to see family and celebrate Thanksgiving and stuff. You can’t blame her, but still. Ugh.

Kris might be hurt.

“I’m fine,” Kris says.

Bust into the nurse’s office?

Or take Kris’ word for it?