Haul ass to class!

You jump out of bed, only in your underwear, racing to your closet tossing on clothes and a hat. Jeremy sits by, amused, as he munches on cereal and watches the news on TV. Ugh, you feel totally hungover from last night and it's so disgusting.

You pick up your backpack and rush out of your dorm room.

"See ya!" you yell behind you.

"Have fun!" he calls out sarcastically.

As soon as you turn the corner in the hall to the elevators, you run into your RA, Rick. He stops you in your tracks.

"I need to talk to you," he says.

"I don't have the time right now. I'm late for class."

He doesn't budge. "It's about your late nights out."

You stop in your tracks. "Shit," you think. You quickly glance over Rick. He's lean, has short red-hair, and wears silver wire-framed glasses over a faintly freckled nose. His arms are surprisingly strong-looking for his thin build. He wears a light yellow polo and jeans. He's been giving everyone on the floor a hard time since he's such a stickler to the rules. He's been especially hard on you.

"You disrupt everyone's sleep when you come back from a party at 4 in the morning, cackling like a hyena. Some people have tests to take, you know."

"I apologize," you half-heartedly say, wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. "It won't happen again."

"It better not," he sneers. "If it does, I'm writing you up. I could get you kicked out of this building. Consider yourself warned."

"Okay!" you nod, pushing past him. "Gotta go."

Rick's really serious. Geez, way to go on souring your mood though. If only there was some way to make him lighten up...

Soon enough you step out onto the gorgeous campus of Gay U, the sexiest college in the country. So far, your major is undecided and you feel like you have a lot of growing to do, so right now you're just taking some prerequisites to get them out of your way.

"Now," you think to yourself. "What's my first class again?"