Chapter 7: Time to Kill

Reid and Tyler watched from the pool table as the group Chloe was with shuffled out.

"Any idea who she was Baby Boy?"

"Not a clue. Could always look her up in the yearbook."

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"Fuck," stated Chloe as she stared up at the looming Spenser Academy dorms.

"What is it Wils?"

"The Slutty Sex Signal has been activated."

"Care to explain?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well…" started Chloe, "see that blue light shining on the third floor up?"

"Yeah, and?"

"That just happens to be my room."

Sam's eyebrow just raised higher, her expression saying: 'And this is because?'

"Which means that my roommate, a.k.a. Girl-Who-Went-Bat-Shit-Crazy-On-Me-Tonight, a.k.a. Super Slut Snider, is probably having raunchy sex up in the room at this very moment."

"Tee-em-eye Wils. But you know it's legit 'cause?"

"If you feel like heading over and telling me the volume of moaning, be my guest. I walked in once, thinking it was a bluff. Trust me, never making that mistake again. Otherwise, might just take a hot poker to my eyes."

Sam made a face, "You poor girl. Wanna come up to me and Maxie's room?"

"Nah," Chloe waved her off, "I'll just walk around. Plus, need to know when it's safe to come up."

"You sure? 'Cause if I was you, I'd never want to step foot in any place that she-devil has ever been. And after tonight... you sure you gonna be fine?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. She'll just screw Abbott to, I dunno, rub it my face or something twisted like that;" Chloe made a gagging and vomiting noise, "prove that I couldn't get with him, not that any sane person would want to. She's always been paranoid about her roommates and Abbott. You guys go in, they probably won't take that long."

A chorus of "Later Wils!" followed as Sam and crew entered the building.

'Now, all I have to do is wait. Why the hell do Aaron and Kira get the fun jobs, anyway?'

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"One bottle of rum on the wall, one bottle of rum, you take one down, pass it around, no bottles of rum for the drunkards on the wall," was what Reid and Tyler heard as they made their way from the Hummer to the entrace of the dorms.

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer, and ninety-nine bottles of rum sung. New record for boredum. Shoulda taken Sam up on that offer."

Two sets of blue eyes blinked simulataneously at the girl on the steps: it was the same girl from Nicky's.

"What in the world are you doing out here so late?" inquired Tyler.

"Roommate. Boy. Screwing. You get the picture. Why are you two coming in so late?"

"Playing pool then went out for a midnight snack. How long have you been out here?"

Chloe checked her phone, "Nearing on four hours." 'God, if knew these two wouldn't be coming in 'til now I would have said "Fuck It" and got some god damn sleep.'

"Have any friend's dorm you could crash at this hour?"

"No, not unless you count the community lounge. I've slept there too many times to count. Me and that couch are best buddies by now."

"That settles it, you're sleeping in our dorm."

Chloe paused for a moment before answering. "Ugh. Fine. No funny business, or I'll have your hides." She stood up and brushed off her jeans.

"Wait--One question first princess," piped up Reid, "what is your name. Still haven't gotten it, and after all, I was your gallant rescuer."

"Because I am dying for a bed, I'll tell you. I'm Chloe. Oh, and I'm sleeping in Tyler's bed. Probably cleaner."

"Um. Er--" Tyler floundered.

"You wound me, dear Chloe. Don't trust me?"

"Not in a bed I don't. Plus, my Knight and his faithful Squire in the same bed? What a cute image that makes."

Reid and Tyler gaped. "Nuh-uh. No way. Not happening."

"Rock, paper, scissors for the cot when we get up there?"

"Deal."

Chloe just laughed. "Come on, lead the way boys, I wanna get some sleep tonight."

Reid grumbled, "And here I was hoping for no sleep when I'd be with you."

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"Mind if I borrow a pair of boxer shorts to sleep in or something? Jeans aren't that comfortable for sleep." Reid tossed a pair at her head. "Thanks."

'Hot girl in a t-shirt and my boxers, but not ending up in my bed but Tyler's. There is something seriously wrong with this picture,' Reid thought. He conveniently overlooked the fact that Tyler wouldn't be sleeping next to her either, but on the cot stored in their dorm for just in cases when Caleb and Pogue got into fights with their girlfriends.

"Night you two," Chloe said, cuddling into the blankets on Tyler's bed.

"Night." Tyler and Reid chorused back.

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"And thanks. For everything." 'Chloe Wilson, just what the hell have you gotten yourself into? What a tangled web I weave... Eh. One step at a time, think about it tomorrow,' was her last thoughts before sleep took her.

AN: Well... that's it for chapter 7. Not much happened, but, hope you enjoyed. R&R. :D