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Amy just couldn't handle this right now. Reagan had always been scared she'd been just a phase to Amy, no matter how many times she'd explained that she really loved her. Seeing her kiss a boy would be devastating for Reagan, no matter how long ago they'd broken up.

"Amy? Hey, I'm talking to you! The least you can do is look me in the eye!" She could hear the how hurt Reagan was. A crowd had formed around them and Amy just couldn't explain this to her, not with all these strangers looking at her.

She turned around, but she couldn't bring herself to meet Reagan's gaze. Glancing down, she just said "Call me, I can explain. I swear I can explain" before running out. She kept running all the way to her dorm, jogging up the stairs, not stopping until she reached her bed. She didn't even bother to take of her clothes, she just wanted to sleep.

The blaring of an alarm startled her and disoriented she looked around the room.

"Wha- ,what's going on?" Dale seemed to be awake too, and he smacked the alarm with such force that she didn't know if he pressed the off-button or just smashed the damn thing.

"First day of class, Amy! We can't be late. Look, about what happened yesterday… You have no idea how sorry I am, and I promise I'll find a way to make it up to you. It's just that seeing Julie again… It didn't bring out the best in me."

Amy didn't really want to be mad at Dale. He'd panicked, and Reagan being there wasn't his fault.

"Let's just hope you don't have any classes with her then. Wouldn't want you going around kissing random girls." She got up and quickly grabbed some fresh clothes before running off to the showers.

The hot water washed off her remaining sleepiness, and she finally allowed herself to think about the events of last night. If you'd told her last week that she was going to see Reagan again, she would have been euphoric.

Amy had always wanted a chance to reconcile with Reagan, if only so they'd be friends. She had never gotten around to calling her though, and neither had Reagan. So they'd drifted apart, and now they hadn't seen each other or even spoken in nearly two years. If Reagan would let her explain this mess, she was sure Reagan would understand. But Amy had a feeling that Reagan wasn't going to call. She had looked too furious, too full of disappointment and rage.

She would have to find a way to explain later. For now, she just needed to get dressed and find her first class. After putting on some hip-hugging jeans and a neutral grey shirt, she opened her phone and looked up her timetable. She shared her first class with Raven, another person to whom she would have to explain why she'd run from the party.

There was no avoiding it now, so she returned to her dorm to pick up her backpack. Dale had already left, but she saw a note taped to their make-shift table.

"Hey Amy, I've left already because I promised I'd take one of my friends to class. Good luck on your first day, and I'll be back here as soon as my classes end if you want to talk about anything.

See you,

Dale"

She took the note with her, and after seeing that she was already fifteen minutes late she made a break for her classroom.

She dashed into the room just as the professor started his presentation. He was obviously pissed that she was late on her first day.

"Miss Raudenfeld? Could you please explain why you don't think I'm worthy of your time?"

She wanted to yell at him, explain him that she had more important things than fiction writing on her head. She wanted to scream in frustration, yell that her fresh start was ruined. But of course she realized that this old woman didn't care about the problems of one of his 300 students.
So she just mumbled "Sorry professor, it won't happen again" and went to find a seat. She found Raven in one of the last rows, saving a seat with her hand.

"Look who it is. First you can't leave a party soon enough, now you arrive as late as humanly possible. What's going on Amy?"
She quickly decided that she could trust Raven. Even though she had only known the girl for two days, she felt like they'd already become friends.

"That DJ, Reagan? She's my ex. We didn't exactly break up as friends, and we haven't talked since. The guy who kissed me-"
"He's hot! Are you guys together?" Raven interrupted her with a playful voice.

"I was getting there, but no, we aren't. He kissed me because his ex was at that party too, and she'd brought some boy with her to make Dale, my roommate, jealous. It looks like it worked, otherwise he wouldn't have kissed me. When Reagan saw me kissing him, she must have assumed the logical thing…"

"I love drama, and you've provided me with some of the best I've ever heard. So, what are you going to do about-"

"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I HEAR YOU TWO TALKING ONE MORE TIME, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE YOU GET KICKED OUT OF THIS CLASS FOR THE REST OF THE SEMESTER!"

It looked like Raven hadn't been exaggerating when she had called their Ms. Earlhardt a bitch. Her face was completely red, and pretty much the entire class had turned around to look at them. Amy quickly looked down and grabbed her textbook.

After she'd almost fallen asleep under the influence of Ms. Earlhardt's monotonous voice and her boring lecture about personal pronouns, Raven passed her a crumpled note.
It read: "How are you going to explain all this to Reagan?" She turned the note around and scribbled
"I have no idea… Suggestions are appreciated!" She tried to pass it back subtly, then realized that there was no one else sitting in their row and just gave the note to Raven.
She read it, thought for a minute and then scribbled an answer. Amy took the note, and read
"Why don't you just call her and explain? If you guys were together at some point, you must have some connection. She will probably believe you, and if she doesn't, you tried. (Maybe it's none of my business, but is there really nothing going on between you and Dale?)"

She sighed indignantly and wrote back "FOR THE LAST TIME: NO! Calling Raven might be a good idea though, but I told her to call me. Maybe I should just wait it out…
PS: How religious is Felicia? On a scale of 'Goes to church every Sunday' to 'It might be a good idea to burn all gay people' "

After reading the last part, Raven could hardly suppress her laugh, and what came out sounded like a drowning hyena. Still giggling, she wrote back and passed the now full piece of paper back.
"Call her. Trust me on this, just call her. Felicia is complicated. I'm 80% sure she won't burn you
(at least not alive) but she'll definitely need to adjust. My advice: Get to know her a little better before you tell her."

Amy was a little disappointed that even in college she couldn't be completely open about who she was, but she guessed that she could wait a little longer before telling Felicia. It wasn't like they were best friends anyway. She wasn't even sure she could handle a new best friend, even after two years the pain of losing Karma was fresh and sharp. Those were worries for later anyway. First she'd have to deal with Reagan. She took a deep breath and decided what she was going to do. She smiled gingerly at Raven and mouthed a silent "Thank you"
The rest of the classes flew by after that, and Amy was only slightly worried that she didn't remember anything from her first day. She was just glad that it was over with and that she could return to her room.

When she got back, she found Dale sitting on his bed, just like he promised. There was an apologetic look in his eyes. "How was your first day? Is Fiction Writing any fun?"

"It's terrible. I've had 2 hours and I'm already thinking about changing my major. Look, Dale…
We need to talk about what happened. First of all, you owe me big time for that kiss. Seriously though, get some freaking mints."
"That bad huh? I've always thought I was a pretty good kisser…"

"Guys and their confidence… Secondly: You need to talk things out with your ex. I broke all contact after breaking up with my ex, and that didn't turn out so great. Lastly: I'm going to do something really stupid later and I need to be appropriately drunk. You need to get me into a bar."

Dale's signature smile had set in again, and he took out his wallet. After looking at a plasticized card, he said: "This should get us into a halfway decent bar. I'm paying, I do owe you after all."

-sk1dr0we

Author's Notes: I wrote this last night under influence of about 8 coffees, so there might be some grammatical mistakes in here. I just felt like getting something out to celebrate 1k views! Anyway, keep the suggestions coming, I'm already working some in in my next chapter, which will feature some more major events. I'm building up pretty slow, so please give me some time.

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