My first day back at class was an uncomfortable one. It had been two days, and I had missed so much. I was grateful to Annalise, who gave me a one off, and told me not to worry about any of the information. That I could skip over it on the exam, but I'd better have it down for finals. I agreed to that. I met up with Connor as we entered the classroom, and we took our designated seats.

Annalise came bursting in, talking as she did. "Take your seats. We have a lot to get through today. Our lesson? Habeas Corpus. Which translates into, produce the body. Who can tell us how this applies to the case Fay vs. Noia?"

I was lucky enough to have stayed up late reading the entire thing last night. Only so I was up to date for today. I raised my hand.

She was silent for some time before I stood up. "Fay vs. Noia declared an individual whose imprisonment doesn't meet the requirements of law must be released. This is done by way of Habeas Corpus, A.K.A. to produce the body."

Annalise made eye contact with me. "Thank's, Ms. King. Who can tell us what happens in a Habeas Corpus proceeding?"

All the sudden, as I was sitting back down, Bonnie came running in rather speedily, and proceeded to whisper something to Annalise that I could not make out.

"Okay, something's come up, class is dismissed. Keating Six, stick around." Annalise stated.

The crowd of students made their way out the door happily. Not too many people truly appreciated Annalise's unique intelligence, and it was a real shame.

Connor stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up as well. I pulled my shirt over the waist band of my jeans. I hated being in this room with all the people that saw me have a total utter break down only days ago. I was getting the most pitiful looks and it was irritating.

"Looks like the Keating Six might be the Keating Five soon." Connor stated.

"Maybe Wes is sick." Laurel offered.

"I bet the pressure finally got to him and he dropped out." Michaela said.

"That means the trophy's in play." Asher pointed out.

I took a seat next to Connor, on the end closest to the desk.

"G-d, enough with the stupid trophy." Laurel scoffed.

"It's only stupid because you know you'll never win it." Asher said pointedly.

"Jesus, can you shut up? Last time I checked you can't see into the damn future so shut your mouth." I scolded. I was getting sick of the rivalry that was constantly being thrown at everyone. We were a team, we needed to act like one already.

He was about to speak again before Annalise did. "We have a new case."

"First things first, is the trophy in place?" Asher asked.

I face palmed, and Connor snorted at my reaction.

"To those of you smart enough to know when to shut up, thank you Ms. King." Annalise looked at me and I blushed a bright pink, my eyes averting to my feet. She began to speak again. "21 years ago when I was a law student not unlike all of you, there was a local man, David Allen who was put on trial for the murder of his girlfriend, Trisha Stanley. Now the prosecution argued that David had gone into Trisha's apartment and shot her because he thought that' she'd fallen in love with her boss. And despite there being nothing but circumstantial evidence to support this theory, David was convicted of the murder." Bonnie began to open a file, and put pictures on the desk of the gruesome murder. I cringed as I stared down at them. "Now, this was the first case that opened my eyes to the fact that the justice system doesn't always reward those who tell the truth...but those who have the power to create their own. And it's a fact that's pissed me off ever since I heard about this case. But today, we've been handed the chance to make an unjust system just. One hour ago, the Pennsylvania Supreme Court granted my petition to develop new facts of David Allen's conviction. In layman's terms, we're working our first appeal. Now, the emergency hearing that we've been granted is in three days, so I hope you're all rested, focused, and emotionally prepared." Annalise looked at me, and I sighed, knowing full well what she meant. Everyone else did too but dared not speak of it.

"because what we accomplish in the next 72 hours will determine David's fate. That's right, It's a death row case. And unless we do our jobs, David will die by lethal injection in less than two weeks."

"Jesus." I muttered.

"You might need him." Annalise said.

I blinked.

"So. Let's get going to the house. We'll need to start ASAP."

Everyone grappled for their belongings. Connor said he'd walked here, and planned on walking to her house. I didn't really want to walk, so I figured I'd go with Bonnie. Everyone began leaving, and I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked down the stairs and toward the two of them.

"Is Ms. King ready for this, Bonnie?" Annalise looked at the blond.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm sitting right here, you know?"

"And if I asked you, I'm sure I wouldn't receive the truth." She raised her brows at me, and I slumped over, frowning. She was right.

"She's ready." Bonnie vouched for me.

I smiled.

Annalise sighed. "If this case is too much for you, you can tell me. I won't be upset."

"I'm fine." I groaned. "Please. I just need to get back to work already. You're gonna make me worse by depriving me of learning, my brain is dried out, it needs some knowledge."

"That was the strangest analogy I've ever heard, for being so smart, that was a weird thing to say." Annalise stated.

I blushed. "So can I come?"

"Yes." She nodded. "You can come."

I grinned. Although I was extremely mature for being 18, my excitement at the moment was that of a child's and I was okay with that. It made the two older women in front of me chuckle as they began discussing the case. I took out my phone and earphones and began listening to music until me and Bonnie made our way out.

"'That's when I saw Mr. Allen run from that woman's apartment. He had a look of terror in his eyes, like he'd just done something awful. I froze as soon as I saw him, scared. That's when I saw the .38 in his hands.'" Michaela was reciting from a testimony from a witness in Allen's case. We were roleplaying. "That's your line Connor."

"Oh, right. Sorry. 'Objection, your honor. Did the witness at the time actually know the caliber of the- of the weapon?' Said defense Attorney George Gabler."

Laurel continued, "Uh, "Sustainted," said Judge Mills-' wait. Millstone?"

Asher looked up at her. "Haaa, very funny."

"I'm not kidding." Laurel stated. "Your dad's William Millstone, right?"

"Let me see that." Asher sat up and walked toward her. "What the..."

"Well. I guess we finally figured out why you're here." Connor commented.

"Why doesn't anyone listen to me?" I mumbled.

"Because you're the baby. No one listens to the babies." Connor replied.

I sent him daggers. "Screw you. I am not a baby."

"I didn't say you were a baby. I said you are the baby. There's a difference."

I rolled my eyes, my pencil tapping against the papers of the testimony.

"Did you know about this?" Asher asked Bonnie.

"No idea." She shrugged.

Suddenly a phone rang. I recognized it as Bonnie, who's phone was next to me for some reason. I picked it up, saw it was Frank, and handed it to her. She answered.

She then proceeded into Annalise's office.

"I'm thirsty." Said Connor.

I sat up. "I thought you said you weren't thirsty."

"You're not cute." He stated.

I giggled. "I'm adorable, and you love it. What drink do you want?"

"You're actually going to get me a drink?" He seemed surprised.

"I'm popping popcorn, which involves going to the kitchen, so why not kill two birds with one stone?" I shrugged, making my way to the kitchen.

"Water is fine." He called after me.

I pressed the bag of popcorn into the microwave, and filled up a glass of water, which I brought back to Connor. "Thanks."

"No problem." I responded, lying down on the couch. You could hear the distant sound of popcorn popping as Annalise walked out of the office. "Okay. I'm going out now, to meet with Frank. I should be back later."

We waved her off, leaving us with the only responsible adult among us right now. Bonnie.

"So, what are the opinions on the death penalty anyway?" Asher asked.

I looked up, my eyebrows raised.

"I for one think it's just..." He said.

"You would." Connor muttered.

Asher looked at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think it's just." I interrupted the new coming argument. "There's a lot of assholes that deserve to die for things they've done."

"Anyone you'd like to stick the needle in?" Sam came out of Annalise's office, his hands in his pockets.

I smiled lightly. "Yeah."

I think he was waiting for an answer, but he would not receive one.

He began to walk toward me, beckoning me to follow him away from the living room. I swallowed back the feeling to groan, and followed him without complaint.

"Tomorrow. Our next appointment, before work. Sound good?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

Later in the night, we were in the living room once more when Annalise came in, followed by Wes.

"I'd like Mr. Gibbons brought up to speed." Stated she before walking into her office. "Now."

Asher quickly followed her with his question about his father being involved with the case. She didn't answer.

"So Wes. You're not contagious, are you?" Michaela raised a brow.

Connor spoke up, "That depends. Is lying contagious?"

"Honestly, G, enough with the secrets." Asher pushed.

"Ignore them." Laurel said. "They're just mad because they know if they ever missed class, Annalise would not care."

I decided to stay out of this one. I was getting tired of no one listening to me.

"So what do I need to know about the case?" Asked Wesley.

I patted the cushion next to me. "Come sit. I'll get you up to speed."

He did, and I started talking.

Annalise came into the room rather aggravated, "We have less than 65 hours before we argue in front of the state supreme court. That means no sleep until we find out how to win the appeal. Wes and Laurel, find out if there was any ineffective counsel, start with a visit to his original attorney, George Gabler. Connor and Michaela, the original prosectuor, A.D.A Vince Travers. Travers left the case mid-trial, I want to know why. I want to know if there's a story behind his disappearing act. Bonnie, the eyewitness Linda Morelli, I want to know if there's anyone else she saw that day that could be a suspect."

"I can be at her place tomorrow." Bonnie responded.

I began to get confused. She'd yet to name me.

"What about me? I-I could go with." Asher sat up. "Old ladies find me charming."

"Great." Said Annalise sarcastically. "Take Mr. Millstone with you, then." She walked away.

"Yeah! Team Bosher." Asher chanted.

I exhaled sharply, sitting up, and walking after her. I walked into her office and shut the door. "Are you trying to limit my work load, or?"

She stared up at me, her hands clasped in front of her. "I don't want to overwork you."

I rubbed my face. "Bonnie said I was ready. Why are you doing this? Singling me out?"

"I'm trying to protect you."

"From what?" I shouted. "No one has ever protected me, so why the fuck is that suddenly changed now that I've come here?"

She was silent, I was expecting to be scolded for raising my voice with her.

I took a shaky breath. "You know what? Whatever. You do what you do." I began to open the door.

"Shut it." She stated sharply.

I did.

"You're right. Tomorrow morning, take the day off. Prolong your appointment with Sam for a bit. I'll take you with me to the prison to meet Allen. Just you. How about it?"

"Fine." I muttered.

"And Ms. King?"

"Yes?"

"Don't shout at me again."

I pursed my lips. "Sorry." I then walked out. Everyone stared at me and I shrugged at them, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.