Just in time.

You burst into class, panting as you do from the effort. The professor chuckles as he walks in behind you. "That **** to keep your record going. I'm flattered you care that much about my class Jean. But next time just get here on time dear boy."

You mutter an inaudible apology as you take your seat. Brian gives you a high five as you settle in beside him. "You sure know how to make an entry, bud."

"Oh, shut it. I've seen the way you run when Brandi texts you that's she home alone." You stifle a laugh as Brian looks at you mournfully.

"That was a low blow Jean. You know I told you she ain't agree to even hang out for a while now." He sighs. You console him.

"Hey man, I'm sure things'll work out just fine. She's still the same girl you knew from high school right?" Brian shakes his head.

"I don't know man, I really don't know anymore." Ouch. That doesn't sound good. You leave Brian to his thoughts as you shift your attention elsewhere.

Phoebe Williams, Brandi's best friend sat a few rows in front you. Her petite body with small breasts but a phat ass always caught your attention. She used to be your crush before you learned what her attitude was like. "Maybe Phoebe could help me with digging into what's keeping Brandi away from Brian. I might as well have a little fun along the way." You muse to yourself as you drag your gaze away and half-heartedly listen to class.

Once class was done, you quickly follow Phoebe out to the hallway. You're about to call out to her when-

Bam! You see James Hoover's outstretched a second to late as you go sprawling into the floor. The yellow ring you picked out for Phoebe rolls away as you turn back to face him. "The fuck was that for James?!" You shout, indignation riveting through your words.

James Hoover was the jock type, with an interest in picking on things all sizes smaller than himself. You were an occasional target. He was built with blonde hair and wore the college jacket proudly. Being a member of the college football team cemented his popularity.

" Jean, Jean. Don't blame others for your mistake. You were going so fast you tripped on yourself!" James and his buddies begin to laugh. Fuck this! I don't have time for this bullshit! I need to find the ring."

You look around and see...