No, you have your own class to get to.

You let go of Emily as you shoot Jenna a look that says, 'Really? The teacher?' Emily and her posse retreat back to the band room, realising they couldn't bully {best_female_friend} while you're around. Now only Angel, Jenna, and you are standing in the music wing hallway.

Angel looks at you and Jenna, then at the girls walking away from you three. As they walk, their asses swing slightly from side to side, accentuated by the tight clothing they were wearing.

"Wow, guess you really are a pervert," she scoffs, a look of disgust on her face as she crosses her arms not realising that she's pushing up her cleavage slightly. "First looking down my shirt, now defending homewreckers."

"Hey, it doesn't count if I didn't know they were together!" Jenna snaps back defensively. "But yeah, John is 100% a pervert. How did you get stuck with him leading you around?"

Jenna winks at you as she inches a little closer to Angel.

"You think I want to be stuck with a pervert like him?" Angel scoffs as she scoots away from Jenna. "Not that I would rather be touring the school with a band geek either."

Jenna stares at Angel, offended at the implication that she was a band geek. You knew better than to consider {best_female_friend} a geek at all, remembering when she first told you her plan to join band as a way to get closer to both the football team and the cheer leading squad.

Angel starts walking away from the both of you, an air of superiority in every step.

"Well John, I'm going to be late for class, so I'll figure out where to go on my own," Angel calls back to you. "Have fun fucking your slut friend, or whatever the hell she is to you."