Author's Note: Hey Everyone! This is my first K.C. Undercover fanfiction. So I came up with this idea when I had first started writing my Girl Meets World fanfiction, but I never found the time or motivation to write it. It was originally going to be set during the series, but I've decided to set it after the series ended. So, Ernie is 17, almost 18, in the start of this. KC is 19.

KC's POV

"We're in college now!" Marisa said happily over the phone.

"I know, Marisa," I said. "How's fashion school going?"

"Great!" She said. "But I really miss you! I barely moved away from home, you moved across the country."

"I know, I miss you too," I said. "School's going great here too."

"What are you majoring in, again?" Marisa asked me.

"Sociology," I reminded her.

"Have you met anyone?" Marisa asked.

"I'm not looking for someone to date, Marisa," I said.

"I meant new friends," she said.

"Kinda," I said. "Haven't really thought about it. What about you?"

"Yeah," she said. "This girl named Cheryl."

"That's good," I said. "I gotta go. I have to get to my Intro to Sociology class."

"Okay, talk to you later," she said. We hung up. I walked into the lecture hall and saw a girl that's in all of the same classes as me. I decided to sit by her this time. I decided I should at least introduce myself. Introduce myself in Intro to Sociology, I thought, laughing to myself. Before I could say anything, she did.

"K.C., right?" She asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked her.

"You're called on a lot in classes."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "What's your name?"

"Bridgit," she said.

I nodded. "Nice to meet you, Bridgit," I said, extending my hand. She shook my hand. "So are you majoring in Sociology too?"

"No," she said. She's in all of my classes, though, I thought. "I'm minoring in it. I'm majoring in Music."

"Oh, what area of music?" I asked.

"Tech and Composition," she said. "What are you minoring in?"

"Psychology," I said.

"Wow, you are really interested in people, aren't you?"

"I guess you could say that," I said. The lecture started and we both paid attention.

"How many of you has heard of the Stanford Prison Experiment?" Dr. Harring asked.

Bridgit, a lot of other students, and I raised our hands.

"Can someone tell me what that was?"

I raised my hand.

"Ms. Cooper," he said.

"It was a social psychology experiment to see how being put into a specific situation can change someone," I answered.

"How long was the experiment supposed to last?" Dr. Harring asked.

Bridgit's hand went up.

"Ms. Holiday," he said.

"It was supposed to last two weeks," she said, "but it only lasted six days."

"Correct," he said. "This experiment lasted only less than half the time it was meant to because the experience became all too real for the people involved. The 'guards' harassed and tortured the 'prisoners', and the 'prisoners' acted out and felt trapped as real prisoners would."

After class we went to the café together to get lunch. We swapped numbers.

"So, how old are you?" I asked Bridgit. "You look younger than me."

"I'm seventeen," she said.

"So you graduated high school early," I asked.

"I actually didn't graduate," I said. "I got my GED last year."

"Oh," I said. She looked at her phone.

"I have to go," she said. "I'll see you later."

"Okay, see you later, Bridgit," I said. "See you next class."

"Maybe," she said.

I went back to my dorm room. I took out my phone and called Marisa.

"Hey Kace," she said. "What's up?"

"So I made a new friend today," I said. "I think."

"Oh!" She said. "Boy or girl?"

I laughed a little. "A girl," I said. "Her name is Bridgit. You know something that caught me off guard, though?"

"What?"

"Before I could introduce myself, she knew who I was," I said. "She said it's because I get called on a lot, but the teachers have never called me K.C."

"Maybe she's a spy," Marissa said.

"Really?" I asked.

"I'm joking, K.C.," she said. "You can see the person's full name on the roster on the online class thing."

"Okay," I said.

"Don't think too much about it," Marisa said. "You made a new friend, enjoy it."

"You're right," I said.

"Of course, I am," she said. "Just don't let her replace me." We both laughed.

"No one could replace you."

"I know," she said. "I have to get to class. Love you, bye."

"Love you too, bye," I told her. She hung up. I looked over at my dresser and saw my identification glasses. I grabbed them and put them on. Maybe I should just check if she's a spy, I thought.

I went to my next class, but she wasn't there. I got a text after class. It was from Bridgit.

Are you up to meeting me for dinner at the café?

Sure, I answered.

I went to the café and saw her sitting at the table. I got some food and sat across from her.

"Am I your only friend here?" I joked.

"Yeah, pretty much," she laughed.

I tapped the bridge of the glasses. It processed her face. All it showed was her GED, that she was enrolled here, and a birth certificate. There should be more information on her. One thing that it didn't show is whether or not she's a spy.

"Why are you looking at me that me that way?" She asked, clearly weirded out.

"Oh, um," I said. "Why weren't you in class?"

"I had to work on something."

"Oh, cool."

"So we're friends?" She asked. She sounded hopeful.

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Why?"

"I don't have very many."

"Oh," I said. "Do you need any help with the Sociology homework?"

"Sure," she said. We decided to hang out in her dorm room, doing homework for the rest of the night.