It had been four long years of hard work but finally I, Jennifer Jareau have finally completed my degree in communications at Pittsburgh University. Now don't get me wrong even though it was difficult four years I've loved every minute of it. I was lucky enough to have gotten a soccer scholarship (yeas I have mad skills) which allowed me escape the confines of East Allegheny . But now four years on I'm facing possibly one of my biggest challenges, I have just been accepted into Quantico, for my training to become a special agent. After attending a lecture by the infamous F.B.I. profiler David Rossi, I knew that being an F.B.I. agent was the necessary next step in my career.
'Hello, JJ are you still with me here?' , Kate questioned me as she nudged my shoulder. Kate Connors, possibly no definitely, my best friend had also signed up for Quantico. Ever since the first day of soccer practise where the bubbly brunette locked her grey eyes on mine, we began to chat and have never stopped.
"What Yeah I'm here what are you going on about now?" I reply sarcastically.
"Oh that's nice Jay, I was just saying how great this is going to be once we settle in and it amazing how we are in the same dorm" she states with a gentle pout forming, oh now I know I'm in for some seriously grovelling.
"Here let me carry that box, I'm sorry I was totally in the world of JJ, forgive me", I attempt to apologise however I'm interrupted suddenly as a women bumps into me forcing me to lose the box as well as my footing.
"Oh I'm so sorry, are you ok?" asks the brown eyed women before me, however at this moment I'm suddenly at a loss for words, completely captured by her eyes. Just as I begin to regain my composure I hear her faintly reiterate her apologises and leave. Who is she and why am I suddenly a complete fool in front of her?.
'What the hell like, manners anyone?' Kate exclaims. 'Are you ok Jay?, I can't believe she didn't even stop to help you'. I slowly begin to regain my senses and pick myself up from the ground.
'Yeah, yeah I'm good you have done worst damage on the field, I'm just thankful it's just our junk in this box and not something embarrassing, come on let's get a move on before road runner returns to do more damage', I say ask we continue searching for our dorm room to begin the next four years of our life.