<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Eat95O5eik/VFPiUh4NhuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LwZLDhLpRcg/s1600/1hot-djs-20%2Bthin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: DJ<br/><strong>Location</strong>: USC Student Radio<br/><strong>Time and Date:</strong>10:13am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Melody, Bobby-Jason-Ricky, Dr. Nesbit / Open<br/><hr/>When Melody looked down at her phone DJ could tell right away that she was leaving. It hit him in the gut like a baseball bat. She couldn’t… he couldn’t let her just run away like that. If there was anything DJ was good at it was hanging on even when it seemed hopeless.<br/><br/>Megan raised her head and began first at a whisper her voice quickly raising, “This must have been sent hours ago. I… I need to go… ” She began looking around the room, not at anything specific. It was just frantic motion for motion’s sake.<br/><br/>“Melody, stop.” DJ said as he reached out grabbing her arm with one hand while placing his other hand over the screen of her cell phone, unsure if he had covered it to remove it from his view or hers. “I’ll take you… we’ll take you where you need to go.” He turned his head and looked at Bobby, Jason, and Ricky. “Ricky, let’s take your wagon.” The wagon was a restored ’67 VW Westfalia (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctQ4be__wrs/VFVTprd1fLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8_6FZCxPnGU/s1600/1967VWWESTFALIALARGE.jpg)  camper van that Ricky had spent much of his pay on while in the Navy.<br/><br/>Melody looked into DJ’s eyes but didn’t reply. Before she spoke the professor said, “Melody, I think it would be good if I went with you.” He said it as he stepped closer to her all the while looking at DJ as if he didn’t trust him and needed to protect her. The football players may not have been the brightest bulbs in the pack but they didn’t miss their opportunity to mix it up with DJ. “Yeah, professor! I don’t think she should go alone with these guys. Some extra people sounds like the smartest thing. And I’m sure that van of yours can hold us all”<br/><br/>At that, Dr. Nesbit, Melody, and the four goons started for the door. DJ turned to find Bobby, Jason, and Ricky staring at him and the small crowd headed for the door. “Don’t just sit there you dumbasses! Let’s get moving.” As he headed out behind them he thought, “I wonder how I can get rid of these red shirted assholes along the way.”<br/>