Yes

"You fucking bitch!" the girl screams, her arm winding back to slap Jenna. You rush over and grab the girl's wrist.

"Hey Emily, can we calm down instead of assaulting my best friend?"

She turns around and glares at you.

"You just defend this slut because she fucks you," Emily sneers at you, the hostile tone making you wince. Joke's on her though, you're still a loser virgin. Not that Jenna hasn't offered to change that on multiple occasions...

"Wants to fuck him," Jenna sighs, correcting Emily as she steps past the now restrained Emily. Well, you guess there goes that secret.

The commotion draws the attention of the band director, Mr. Tchaikovsky, a tall Russian man with a thick accent and thicker biceps. Rumour has it that he was a former KGB agent that posed as a famous conductor touring the world. But now he's since retired to the quiet high school band teacher life.

"What are you kids doing?" he calls out, his voice booming down the hallway. "You should be getting ready for practice. Back in my home country, tardiness would be a jail-able offense or worse."

"Ah sorry Mr. Tchaikovsky," Jenna apologises. "We were just discussing some sheet music and things got a bit out of hand. Some might say we are too passionate about band really."

Jenna shoots the handsome band director a flirtatious smile, which seems to be effective in settling him down for now.

"Ah to be young again," he smiles back. "In my youth, we also argued about music but losing fingers was much more of a possibility than in America. Please get ready soon, class starts momentarily."