The clock tower, on Penn State University campus, struck the last chime of 9 a.m.
Confused, Meg glanced at her wrist watch. Giving it a tap, she raised it to her ear. No good, no sign of life. She cursed under her breath. "Cheap thing!" She exclaimed, quickly gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack and jogging away. She dodged students and other obstacles in her way, making her way to her first class of the day.

Meanwhile, in Professor Taylor's Physics class, Meg's roommate and best friend, Zebra, listened intently as the old gentleman rambled on about Thermodynamics and alike.
"And that..." He indicated the white board behind him. "Brings us to..." His lecture was suddenly interrupted by a late student stumbling through the door.
Zebra smacked her forehead with the base of her hand. 'Again?!' She thought, shaking her head in annoyance.
Looking slightly embarrassed by all the pairs of eyes turned to her, Meg smiled apologetically. "Sorry", she muttered, making her way to her seat, being careful not to meet the fiery gaze of Professor Taylor. She took her place next to Zebra and set her bag on the table.
"You fell asleep at your computer again, didn't you?!" Zebra accused, whispering harshly.
Meg shrugged, "Don't knock it", she teased.
The professor cleared his throat, directing the attention back to him, and continued with the lesson. "As I was pointing out...The Electrical Theory..."
Meg didn't really understand, or care to understand, the rest. Almost everything that he taught, Meg couldn't interpret. Like those old Charlie Brown cartoons, where the only thing you could hear the teacher say was; Blah, blah, bleh. Thankfully, it was only an hour long class.
When he finally dismissed them, Meg couldn't help but sigh in relief. Walking side-by-side, Meg walked Zebra to her next scheduled class.
"Don't you think that Thermodynamics is the most fascinating branch of Electrical Theory?" Zebra seemed to have forgiven her for her tardiness, if she was gushing on about this junk.
"No", Meg dead-panned. "I don't know how you ever talked me into taking that class with you."
Zebra stopped. "Well, maybe if you would show up for the entire class, you'd understand it and learn to enjoy it. And more importantly, get better marks."
Meg shuffled on. "You never cease to amaze me, my friend"

Passing by the on-campus eatery, the star quarter-back of the University's football team, Darren, spotted his target and moved in. He had a reputation for getting any gal he desired. What with his blonde highlights, broad shoulders, and killer smile, who could resist? This week; Meg, was next on his list. Turning the next corner, the girls were halted by Darren. His toned forearm blocking their progress.
"Hello ladies", he greeted smoothly. "Looking lovely as always." They obliged him with a subtle nod in greeting. He turned his attention to Meg. "Say Meg, Brandon is hosting a big shin-dig at his place tonight." He leaned in closer, enough so that Meg flinched and leaned away. "Wanna skip it with me?"
Meg sighed, she knew his reputation and had experience with sleazy guys that she'd rather not repeat. (especially out loud) "How can I put this without totally crushing your ego? Hmm...go find a freeway exit!" She pushed past him, only to be halted once again by Darren's firm grip, encasing her wrist.
"Don't be like that, baby."
Meg twisted her arm so that SHE was the one holding his wrist. She bent it around Darren's back, pinning his arm in a painful stretch. Meg clicked her tongue. It really was a shame how soon people forgot that she was a third degree black belt in Karate. "I'm sorry", she mocked. "Maybe I wasn't being clear enough for your jock brain to comprehend." She stretched his arm further up his shoulder blades until he groaned in painful discomfort. "I believe I turned your offer down. So, let's try it again...NO! Now...I want you to say it." He kept tight lipped. "Say it, so I know you understand!" "No, OK! I get it, you said no." He said hastily.
Meg slowly released him. "Have a nice day." She pushed Zebra ahead of her as they continued down the hall.
"Did you have to be so rough?" Zebra stressed.
"Sometimes, ya gotta be straight forward with people."
Zebra rolled her eyes.

It seemed like Meg would never heal from the wounds that her previous boyfriend inflicted. Though...they were pretty deep wounds.
It was during their freshman year, that Meg had truly felt she was in love. Maybe she was. But that wasn't the case for, Josh Grisham. They'd met at a soccer game. He'd seemed innocent enough, so she gave him her phone number when he'd requested it. After about a month, Meg couldn't stop talking about him. Zebra was growing rather tiresome of him and also a bit suspicious about his actions. When Meg wasn't around, Zebra often caught Josh becoming a bit too friendly with other girls. She was afraid to tell Meg, for one; because she knew Meg wouldn't believe her, several other classmates had confronted her on that same subject. The other, Meg seemed so happy, sickeningly so. Of course, she eventually found out on her own. She had come across him, kissing a High School gal, in his Ford Truck. A classic scene.
Josh didn't even try to defend himself. He felt he shouldn't have to. "We're not married or anything. It was bound to happen, baby"
After a messy fight, Meg flattened his tires. He, transferred his credits to another state. Zebra spent many sleepless nights, comforting and consoling Meg during her time of need. Now, in their sophomore year, Meg was still bitter toward the opposite set.

Meg left Zebra at her Chemistry class as she, herself, continued to her computer technology class. "I'll see ya in Ancient History." Meg waved as she passed, "later".