<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_xdUCCnjsE/VFTjqpZY8kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d20v2Xy778Y/s1600/colleen-shannon-19%2Bsmall.jpg)</div>Name: Melody Vee<br/>Location: USC Student Radio<br/>Time and Date: 10:15am<br/>Tagging: DJ, Bobby-Jason-Ricky, Dr. Nesbit / Open<br/>Wearing: Jeans, cropped shirt, sandals<br/><br/>Melody thought that things were really looking up. The four cute boys here checking her out meant that she didn’t look like the pile of warm shit she had felt like for that last few days. Attention always felt good and she couldn’t help but capture the football players’ attention as she walked with Dr. Nesbit across campus. It had been easy to meet their gaze, which was always more ogling than gaze. Next came a laugh or two at their stupid comment, usually something about her eyes even though they were staring at her chest. Last came a playful invite to come along; “It’s an interview with the professor here. It’ll be fun.” They swallowed the hook and jumped at the chance.<br/><br/>“DJ shouldn’t mind too much,” she thought. She and DJ had just spent the last three days together at his apartment nursing each other back to health. She had snuck into his apartment while he was out on one of his long runs and waited in the bath. But a night of fun had turned into a morning of fever and coughing for both of them. When DJ did go out for something from the drugstore he came back empty handed. Empty shelves at Walgreens meant several green days for her… and him.<br/><br/>But the good times had unraveled pretty quickly. DJ had gone after the football players pretty hard. That was one of the things she did like about DJ. He would let most things go in his easygoing manner with a shrug and a laugh but more than once she had done something that had set him off. When that happened he turned into a possessive asshole that didn’t take shit from anyone and if he stayed riled up long enough would drive her hard in bed. This time it would likely get his head caved in.<br/><br/>The unraveling didn’t stop there either. First came the blood spray. Ugh! In stunned silence, all eyes had followed the station manager out of the room. When her phone signaled a new text with a distinctive wolf-whistle, all eyes had turned to her. Melody had been hiding at DJ’s apartment partially because she didn’t feel well but mostly she had been riding out this ugly-fest she was having and avoiding the woman she hoped would never see her in that sickly, pathetic state. Meeting DJ’s eyes Melody could tell that he knew the text was from somebody else important. Putting the phone down would signal that she was with him.<br/><br/>She didn’t put the phone down; instead her pulse jumped as she read the name, Megan.<br/>