“What are you doing in this class?" the blonde asked. "It's mostly freshmen."

“Yeah, well it's a requirement for my major and a pre-req for Chemical

Engineering. I was just putting it off as long as I could."

“Ah, I see."

I started down one of the rows, and Amber followed right along with me.

I got to a good spot and then took off my winter jacket. She followed suit, and a minute later we were sitting side-by-side in the lecture hall.

I was still a Little surprised that she was still with me. I'd assumed that in a primarily freshman class she would have plenty of friends she could have sat with. But then, no guy ever complains when he gets to sit with a pretty girl.

“So," she asked.

“How was your break?"

Internally, I grinned. We had come a long way since ‘What the hell are

YOU looking at?'

I checked my watch. Wow, I was really early.

E-Beth and I had made plans to meet at her dorm room at 8pm. We both had group projects to work on for this Friday evening, but mine had finished ahead of schedule and I would just wait at her place until she arrived. It was far better than making the longer trip back to my apartment.

I fully expected the door to be locked. E-Beth was still at her group project and Amber would certainly have a date for this Friday. She'd been dropping hints about this totally hot and totally rich guy named

Jackson for the past week. He was one of the guys in her circle of rich friends, and almost a year of flirting was finally coming to fruition.

So it was a complete surprise to me that the door wasn't completely closed. While the handle was locked, I was just able to tap on the door and it slowly swung open into the darkened room.

Hey, Lucky for me.

Then a thumping sound caught my attention, followed by a muffled moan.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and then I saw two figures on Amber's bed, struggling with each other while tangled in the sheets.

The guy looked up at me and barked, “Hey! What the fuck?"

I held my hands up.

“Oh, sorry, so sorry. I didn't know you guys were in here!" I stammered and started backing away.

Then I heard a distinct male voice yell in pain "Oww!", which was closely followed by a high-pitched female voice shrieking, “DAVID!”

Ny instincts kicked in, Amber's tone was that of urgent desperation. I immediately reached out and flipped the light switch.

Soon, everything was illuminated. The guy, Jackson I assumed, was holding up his hand which was bleeding. He had Amber pinned beneath him, her blouse torn and one breast spilled out of her bra as she tried to shake herself free. "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she screamed.