Moving on to college

You graduated high school, crestfallen that your tryst with your high school sweetheart Hannah ended so badly. You felt bad for her and her naked incidents, but at the same time as a functional teenage man you were grateful to see so much skin in the brief time you were together.

You sighed and put all that behind you as you and your parents move into the dorm for your first day of college. As your father and you are struggling to put your guitars through the hallway, a girl walks up to you.

"Need any help?" she asks chattily.

"No, I'm good," you respond nonchalantly.

"Well, nice to have someone so strong around here," she coyly admits as she reaches out her hand, "I'm Julie."

"John" you mock kiss her hand and reach out yours as you shake.

"Well, see you around!" Julie parted and walked down the hall as your gaze lingers on her retreating form before getting back to the guitars with your old man.