Jasper muttered almost crazily to himself as he walked across the Quad to his classroom. It was a study hall day, of course. Nothing could go well, that would be too easy. He didn't usually have a class until noon. Today he was needed at the asscrack of dawn, if 9am could be considered as much. He felt like he could use some alcohol, a substance he didn't usually imbibe in if he could help it.
Jasper's stress levels were high. Very high. Yesterday, his apartment had been broken into while he was at the University. Thankfully, nothing was stolen that couldn't be replaced. But the safe... the safe, the one that was hidden in the trapdoor he built under his dresser with a 16-digit code that was waterproof, fireproof, burglary-resistant, with a built-in alarm and dye pack for when the damn thing was opened, if it ever was? That safe? It was lying on the floor near his bed. It looked like it had been smashed against various objects and the victim of various prying-open attempts. The window of his bedroom was open. Jasper couldn't help thinking that he had come home just in time, else his most prize possessions would be gone and there would be a man covered in blue dye running around like he had robbed a bank. He would also have to send a note of thanks to the manufacturer.
Which would explain why today Jasper had an assuredly not-suspicious amount of tings and jingles coming from the front left pocket of his red dress pants. Yes, he had actually taken the jewels to the damn school. He must be high—well, he is, but that's not really the point—to have decided that would be a great way to protect them. It was true that he had a contingency plan in case something like this happened. He had another safe in his office. But it wasn't nearly as theft-proof.
And it was study hall day.
So he resolved to come a little early, hoping he could hide his precious gems before any of the little termites even arrived. He stepped into his lecture hall.
Someone was there. Of course.
“Morning,” he called without looking up before making his way to his desk. He set his briefcase down and brushed a hand over his red vest. He couldn't put the jewels in the safe. He couldn't carry them in his pocket. Jasper swore under his breath in Italian, his language of choice. He decided to sit down. Maybe he would have a time gap at lunch. It was then he realized he probably should have brought his lunch because there was no way he was leaving his classroom unattended. He opened his briefcase and got started on grading papers.