I grab the holster and strap it to the right side of my belt and slide the gun into it.
I slide my jacket on; concealing the .9 mm police issue gun and FBI badge.
“Shit someone is really in the dorms!” I think as I quietly slide down the stairs.
He stares at me, “Do I know you?”
"...your dorm room is down the hall from mine” I state hoping that...

I stand up hearing a noise that I know that did not come from the squeaky bed of mine.
“I’m Shanae McHenry, uh, we don’t have any classes together cause I’m majoring in writing and you’re majoring in jazz vocal music, but your dorm room is down the hall from mine” I state hoping that I’m not sounding to much like a stocker.