Sortie leaned back in her chair, her stomach dropping when the seat started to tip over backwards. She quickly grabbed her desk and pulled her chair back upright. She looked at the notes that were sprawled across the desk and sighed. The information was nothing new. When would they actually get to the interesting stuff?

"Hey Sortie, can you come look at this?" Allie asked from across their dorm.

Sortie stood up and walked across the room. She pulled her thick, shoulder length, black hair into a ponytail before appraising her friend's notes.

"What about it?" She asked

"What is the question asking, exactly?" She pointed at question number seven.

"You are trying to find y, but," She pulled the pencil out from behind her ear and started to scribble out an equation. "You have to use this to solve it. The one you were using before is for finding x."

Allie plugged in the numbers and solved the problem. Nodding when she realized where she had gone wrong.

"I still don't understand why you don't want to major in math of some kind. You're practically a walking calculator." Allie said.

"Because neuroscience is more fun. And I'd rather be helping people than solving pi." She replied.

"Ha, neuroscience, fun." Allie said sarcastically.

"What? You find DNA fun. That stuff is so boring." Sortie stated.

"And then you're getting a minor in computer and automotive technology. How does your head not explode from all of that information?" Allie asked.

Sortie shrugged. "It makes more sense that people."

Allie shook her head and smiled. Everyone knew Sortie had terrible people skills. That's why people started calling her Sortie, because that's what it felt like they were in when dealing with her. Also, Rosemary didn't seem to suit her.

"I find it ironic that you want to help people when you absolutely hate most of them." Allie said.

"I don't hate you." Sortie replied.

"I know that. But it's just such a nice and caring thing to do, especially coming from one of the most confrontational people on the planet." She pointed out.

"Alright, fine. But you can blame my parents for letting my older brothers raise me. You would think that since they are super successful lawyers from Harvard that they would hire a baby sitter or something."

"I'll bet they knew that one day you would wind up in Yale and decided that your brothers would kill most of your brain cells so you couldn't get in."

"Well that didn't work out so well then, did it?"

Allie shrugged and returned to the mountain of math homework that her professor had assigned. Sortie sat back down and started to put her notes back into her binder. Ugh, her parents. They were lawyers, so they were almost never home so she was pretty much raised by her two older brothers. The three of them had been home schooled by a professional tutor that her parents had hired. So she never got a chance to meet kids her age until high school. By then she had turned into a fairly cold person and it only got worse. The kids in high school were so stupid, even in the advanced classes. Even now, Allie was one of the only people that she talked to.

Sortie stood up.

"I'm going to go check my bike." She announced.

"Okay." Allie replied, not looking up from her homework.

Sortie slid on her shoes and walked out the door. She marched straight to the parking lot and wove through the lines of expensive cars. In between a Corvette and a Ford F150 sat her motorcycle. In the grand scheme of things, it was a piece of junk. Her automotive technologies professor had given her the body of the bike and challenged her to rebuild it into a fully functional bike. She managed to get it running again and was working on tricking it out. But parts weren't cheap. She unlocked the helmet from the cord on the handle bars and put in on. She sat down and put the keys in the ignition. The engine jumped to life and sputtered a few times.

"Alright you junker, lets go for a drive." She said.

She pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the road that was surrounded by forest on either side. She wasn't heading anywhere in particular; she just wanted to clear her head. She slowed to a stop as she came to a four way intersection. A royal blue jeep rubicon was stopped next to her. She glanced at it before continuing on.

Bright, neon lights caught her eye. She slowed down and glanced over at it. It was just a restaurant. But as she scanned the rest of the parking lot she noticed an orange car. She swerved off the road and into the parking lot to get a better look. Holy cow, it was a Lamborghini Aventador. Who was the lucky bastard who owned that car? She stopped in a parking space a few rows over and stared at the car. Who cares if anyone noticed? She had never seen a Lamborghini and probably never would again.

She decided that since she was there she would go in the restaurant and get a drink. Allie wouldn't let her keep any drinks with caffeine in them in the dorm, and it had been months since she had last had a Coke. In the time that it took her to go in and get a drink and come back out, a black Lexus had pulled in next to the Lamborghini. There was a guy crouched by the drivers door and was fiddling with something.

"Hurry up!" A guy said, leaning out of the Lexus.

Was she witnessing a grand theft auto in progress? If she was, the guy trying to steal the Lamborghini was the dumbest thief alive. As soon as the owner reported the car stolen, there would be a hundred tips about its location. A Lamborghini wouldn't even blend in on campus. Then she noticed a sticker for one of Yale's fraternities on the front bumper of the car. No way. This idiot went to Yale?

She rolled over to the Lamborghini and stopped next to the guy.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

"Is that your car?" She asked, not really wanting to falsely accuse the guy.

"What's it to you?" He asked nervously.

It definitely was not his car.

"I hope you realize that this is the worst car for you to steal." She pointed out.

"Who says I'm stealing it?"

"Well the fact that you didn't just say that it was your car is pretty suspicious. And your escape car full of accomplices really isn't helping your case," She argued.

"Just get out of here, bitch. It's none of your business."

"What did you just call me?" She demanded.

"A bitch. What, are you stupid or something?"

Suddenly the car door flew open and it popped the guy in the face.

Sortie couldn't help but laugh as he was knocked to the ground and clutched his nose.

"Why the hell did you do that?" He demanded.

"I didn't do that." She shot back.

The guy stood up and stumbled to the Lexus and climbed in the passenger side door. The engine turned on and the car started to make a turn towards her.

"Time to go." Sortie said and revved her bike's engine.

She jumped the sidewalk that separated the road and the parking lot and sped down the street. The car was quickly gaining on her forcing her to speed up. This wasn't good. They could run her over if they really wanted to. She started going faster, which was incredibly nerve wracking. She didn't think that her bike could handle going much faster. The Lexus honked at her.

Suddenly, her bike sputtered and the breaks locked up. The Lexus couldn't stop fast enough and it rammed her back tire. She was ejected over the handle bars and flew through the air. Time seemed to slow down as she got closer to the pavement. She saw the panicked expressions of the guys in the car and her front tire getting closer to her head. She skidded across the pavement and her bike rolled right over her. For a second she couldn't feel any pain. Then it crashed over her all at once.

"!" She gasped and tried to force out a scream but nothing came out.

Blackness rapidly started to eat away at the corners of her vision until she lost consciousness completely.