Hello!

So, I recently got into Community, and as I watched it I came up with about five ideas for fanfic. About two days after I had had the idea, and planned it out in my head, without fail there would be a similar episode.

But I'm posting them anyway so screw you

Warning: I am a slow updater

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Jeff glanced down at his watch. Honestly, it was unnatural to be at school this late. It was unfair; he was supposed to be the one who was supposed to make others do stuff for him, not Annie. The truth was he just found it hard to say no to her.

"Well hello, sweetheart. Did you miss me?"

Jeff stopped. He looked around. The voice had come from a little way off, and clearly wasn't directed at him. He smirked. A little drama would be perfect for the walk back to his car.

"Ramsey. What the hell are you doing here?" This voice was angry, annoyed, afraid even. A lot of 'a's. Defensive, too. Now Jeff frowned. This voice was also familiar to him.

"Britta?" he muttered, making his way in the direction of the voices.

"My visa ran out," said the first voice, Ramsey, coldly.

"And at my school? What are you, a freaking stalker?"

"I just wanted to see you. I missed you."

By now Jeff had located them, next to the Luis Guzmán statue. He hung back behind a dumpster, watching.

Britta he could see, holding her books across her chest, but Ramsey was hidden behind the statue.

"Okay," said Britta, leaning forward, "one, I dumped you years ago, and two, why did you need to bring your stupid -" she took her right arm away from her books and held it out in front of her, shaking it a little, "cronies?"

"Maybe they missed you too." The tone was low, venomous, and a man who must have been Ramsey stepped into view, causing Britta to take a step back, dropping her arm. Jeff made a face. The guy looked like a biker from a bad 80s movie.

"You're trying to tell me you never thought about me, even a little bit?" Jeff had to lean forward to catch Ramsey's words, but his next message was loud and clear as he grabbed Britta and forced his lips to hers. She slapped him and he quickly backed off, but not before Jeff was striding towards them.

"Hey!" Britta whirled around, and Ramsey's 'cronies' came into view. Weedier, smaller, yet equally moustachioed as their leader – yup, definitely a bad 80s movie.

"Jeff, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Give me some credit, that's exactly what you said to him," said Jeff, still glaring at Ramsey.

Britta gaped. "You've been eavesdropping this whole time?"

"Myeh." He shrugged. "What did you even see in this guy?"

"I was young. Shut up."

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" interrupted Ramsey, still clutching his cheek. What a girl, thought Jeff, before glancing at Britta to see if she could read minds. She didn't look anymore offended than she had five seconds ago. Nah, he was good.

"No, actually. I think I'd remember meeting someone as self-important an ass as you, and I've worked in courtrooms."

"Excuse me?" he said, dropping his arms and swaggering over.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Look," he drawled, putting his free his free hand in his pocket. "Britta doesn't w ant you here, and neither do I. So. Maybe you should back the Hell off." His tone hardened on the last four words.

Ramsey held his gaze for several more moments. Jeff could have sworn he could see steam coming from the man's nose.

At last, "…Alright then." He slowly walked away, followed by the two smaller men.

Jeff turned around to grin at Britta, only to be met by the flat of her hand.

"Ow, hey! What was that for?"

"I didn't need your help, Jeff, you're just reinforcing the stereotype that women need to be saved by men," she said, waving her finger at him.

"Oh come on, you're my friend, I'm not gonna let you get ravaged by some meathead Mad Max. Why are all the guys you date such freaks anyway?"

"At least I date," she hissed.

Jeff put on his most wounded expression. "Hey, I date. And when did this become about me?"

"No, you don't date, you womanise. Because you see women as less than men, which is the same reason you marched in here with your illusions of rescuing a damsel in distress." She turned smartly on her heel and began to walk away.

"Oh, come on," he called after her, laughing. "Britta!" He hung his head, still smiling. He knew she was grateful, really. She just had a defence mechanism. After a few moments he looked up, but she was gone. He checked his watch. That little encounter had cost him nearly ten minutes of his precious time. Not that he had any plans tonight.

Jeff was quite literally wrenched from his thoughts as someone grabbed him by the lapels. He found himself breathing in stale onion rings and cigarette smoke, face-to-face with Ramsey. Geez, this guy really was a walking cliché.

"Where did you come from?"

"My mom," growled Ramsey. Jeff pulled back.

"Seriously, have you ever heard of a breath mint?"

Ramsey released him, with a little more force than necessary. Some might even call it 'pushing'.

"Can you go one sentence without italicizing anything?"

"Wow, 'italicizing'. That's a big word, if incorrect in this context. You're smarter than you look."

This earned Jeff a punch in the stomach, and he slumped into the seat around the statue, coughing. "Careful, college boy."

"You do realise what kind of place this is, don't you?" Ramsey and his back-up singers each gave him their own version of a confused look. He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You're obviously classic thugs who don't know how to take a compliment, but I'm not a classic hero, so just tell me what you want and we'll wrap this up."

Ramsey smirked. "The way I see it, any guy who hangs out with a girl that much is either banging her, has banged her, or wants to bang her."

Jeff narrowed his eyebrows. "So…"

"So." Ramsey cracked his knuckles. Jeff resisted the temptation to roll his eyes. "Which one is it?"

"That's it? That's why you assaulted me?" The three of them looked at him expectantly. "None of them, she's not even the only girl in our group. Britta and I are just fri – ow."

Ramsey had punched him again. This time in the face. "Answer the question."

"What is it about this place that makes people hit me, geez." He received three threatening looks. "Okay, okay, we hook up occasionally, but it doesn't mean anything. We're just. Friends."

"Stop talking to her." Ramsey's voice was concentrated fury.

Jeff scoffed. "Or what? Look, I'm not afraid of you."

"Or you'll find out what my two buddies are for."

"Don't you think that's a little homoerotic?" He was on the floor in a heart beat, clutching the top of his leg wear the heavy leather boot had connected. Why couldn't he stop talking?

Ramsey appeared above him. "I hope you'll consider our proposal." With that, he and the two other men – Jeff still didn't know exactly who they were, and realised he didn't particularly want to – left, leaving him alone. It seemed to be becoming a bit of a theme.

He wasn't afraid of them, he knew that much. But he was pissed with Britta for going out with a guy like that and letting him get beat up. So pissed, that he wasn't going to talk to her tomorrow.

Well, this is a longer chapter than I'm used to posting, so lucky you. Review make me work faster :3