Bring it back with you to your dorm room

You head back. The university has quieted down considerably. Only a few cars speed by on the nearby road, and the campus is lit up by large lamps, revealing no one on the sidewalks.

You walk briskly around the corner of one of the dormitories and smack right into a girl jogging.

"Whoa! Sorry," you yell out, feeling her body against your chest for a moment.

She says something similar. You get a brief look at her: a leggy blonde with a nice rack. She’s in a red sports bra, form fitting black athletic shorts, and is sporting a ponytail. Wow, you think, she's gorgeous, and oddly familiar. Like you know her from somewhere.

She doesn't waste time and is quickly back on her feet and jogging away. Then you recognize her: Savannah from high school. Known for her modeling and popularity, you only had a few interactions with the bombshell. She may not have even noticed you, but you had definitely taken notice of _all _of her.

By the time you make the connection, she's already down to the edge of the building and turning another corner. You get one last look at her impressive figure before she disappears into the night.

You enter your dorm and trudge up the stairs, feeling the heaviness in your legs that comes right before sleep. When you get to your door, you search for your keys in your pocket, find the right one, and insert it into the doorknob.

You stumble in, put your backpack down, and for a fleeting moment you feel impressed with yourself for having gotten out of a close call.

That is… until it hits you. Something, or someone hits you hard across the back of your head. They enter the room behind you. You feel searing pain and see the smirking grin of a small imp hopping out in front of you as you fall beside your bed. Collapsed, your mind goes blank the moment you hit the floor.