Shannon stood in the middle of the crowded campus. People pushed past her roughly, and she shrunk against the wall behind her. Staring around at random people, Shannon's eyes suddenly stopped on one guy; he was tall and slim, with spiky, dyed-black hair and baggy jeans.

He walked along the quad gazing intently at everyone, and when he saw Shannon, his eyes didn't leave her. He looked her over; red and black hair, nose ring, nice fishnet coated legs, tiny skirt and a Freddy Kruger novelty t-shirt. She was all alone. He thought about going up to talk to her, when he noticed students receiving their license cards. He managed to skip through the line and get his easily; Stuart Riley. When he turned to the place where the girl had been standing before, she was gone.

"Shit..." he muttered.

Shannon sat on the edge of the fountain, looking into the water. She began thinking about high school, and how glad she was to have gotten away from it.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw her best friend Amber. She was wearing a similar skirt, red fishnets and a shirt that read: Don't piss me off...I'm running out of places to hide the bodies. Her long blonde hair was left straight, flowing down her back, and she wore blue, plastic glasses.

She grabbed Shannon and hugged her tightly.

"Isn't college just the coolest?" Amber stated.

"It's alright..." replied Shannon.

"Someone needs to get in the mood!" Amber said in a sing-song voice.

Shannon smiled.

"That's better!" Amber smiled with her.

"I did see a guy..." Shannon said, half-whispering.

"YAY! GUYS!" yelled Amber.

People turned around and looked at them. The girls stuck their tongues out at them, and the staring people turned away embarrassed.

"So who is he?" said Amber excitedly.

"Someone really hot!" replied Shannon, glancing around to see if she could see him.

The girls began to walk towards the main building.

"What dorms house you staying in?" Shannon asked her.

"Stevenson." Amber said, looking at her sheet.

"Me too!"

The girls smiled at each other.

"I hope we're in the same room!" said Amber, "That would be perfect...we could paint the walls black, drape scarves everywhere..."

"...hang slaughtered animals from the ceiling?" finished Shannon.

"YES!" Amber yelled.

"Anyway, if we're not in the same room, we can always kill our roommates." Shannon said.

Amber giggled, "I thought we gave that up. Remember? New start and all that..."

Shannon simply shrugged and the two girls became lost in their own thoughts.

When they reached Stevenson, it turned out the girls were in single rooms next to each other, with adjoining doors. After a lot of time spent jumping on the beds, drawing on the walls and hiding in random cupboards, they decided to take their own tour of the building.

Suddenly, Shannon felt a chill go up her spine. She squeezed Amber's hand that she held.

"What's wrong?" said Amber, looking at her in concern.

"Nothing." Shannon said, "Just got a chill is all."

She turned around and saw the boy from the quad walk across the hallway. She half-smiled at him and he waved. In a second, he was gone.

Stu walked into his room and collapsed on the bed. It was that girl again. He had to talk to her. There was something about her. He was glad he didn't have to have an annoying roommate who he might be tempted to...well, that wasn't important. A few guys who he'd been talking to had told him of the party tonight...the welcoming of the freshmen, which translated to getting the new freshmen chicks drunk and taking advantage of them. This sounded fine to him; except he didn't need to get a girl drunk to have his way with her...he was far too hot for that! And speaking of hot, he decided right now to go and talk to that girl. Right now.

Having already unpacked everything, he got off his bed, changed his white shirt for a black one and left his dorm.

He walked down the halls, aware of the numerous blonde-haired girls checking him out. He heard a shrill scream up ahead and grinned. He sped up and followed the screams to a room. He peered in casually, and saw on the bed, a blonde girl sitting astride a well-built guy with just his underwear on. He was handcuffed to the bed. The girl he had come to find had the screaming girl against the wall. She had red hair and was wearing white jeans.

"I'm sorry, but you're wearing white jeans and you need to be punished." his girl said. She slapped her hard across the face.

Stu looked at her, amazed.

The girl screamed again. The guy on the bed turned to his apparent girlfriend, but the blonde decided this was the moment for her to remove her top.

She slapped her again and pulled her from the wall into the middle of the room, and punched her in the face. She went to the stereo and put in a CD. Manson's 'This Is The New Shit' blasted into the room.

Still in the doorway, watching with amusement, Stu was thinking how sexy that girl looked when she was kicking someone's ass.

She had got the red-head on the floor now and was kicking her all over.

"THAT'S GONNA FUCKING TEACH YOU, YOU STUPID WHORE!" she was screaming at her.

The blonde was watching her with some kind of expression that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but liked the way she was looking at her. The other dude was completely lost in the blonde's nakedness to even care, as she straddled him. He also noticed that a good deal of blood had found its way onto the beige carpet.

"I'll stop her in a while," Stu told himself, "Pull her away...then that'll be my chance to talk to her."

At this point, the girl was screaming in the other girl's face, holding her up by her hair. He went up to her, and pulled her off the girl, holding her up in the air. She flailed her legs around, still screeching at the poor girl. He held onto her tightly. The blonde girl got off the boy calmly. He began to protest.

She turned back to him and slapped him harshly round the face, "Bad dog." She snatched the handcuffs off of him, cutting his wrists.

"Oww!" he whined, "Come back to bed cutie."

The black and red-haired girl in his embrace stopped thrashing and screaming, and went deadly still and silent. The blonde had stopped dead in her tracks. They both turned to him slowly. Fear suddenly appeared all over his face.

"This is gonna be good." Stu thought, as he let go of her.

They both walked to the bed slowly.

"Hah! Threesome!" the dude whooped stupidly, not seeing the dark looks the girls were throwing at him.

The blonde punched him in the face and grabbed his hand, snapping two of his fingers back. Stu heard the snap of broken bones and grinned. Stu looked to his girl, to see what she was doing, and saw her pull out a knife. She made a shallow cut from his chest to the top of his boxers. He shouted.

The two girls turned away, holding hands and calmly walked out the room. As they left, she grinned at Stu. Stunned at what he'd seen, it took him a while to realize this was his chance for initial contact, and he chased down the hall after them.

"Hey! Wait up!" Stu called out to them.

They turned around. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Hey." Stu said to her.

"Hey!" the blonde answered.

"Err...hey." Stu said, and then turned back to the other girl, "I've seen you around, and I just wanted to talk to you."

"Ok." she said simply.

Stu laughed. "What's your name then?" he asked.

"It's Shannon."

"Pretty name."

"Thanks."

"And I'm Amber!" cut in Amber, smiling up at Stu.

"Ok." Stu shook his head, as if to clear it, then turned back to Shannon, "I'M Stu. You know about the party tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Well...I hope I see you there." He flashed her one of his cutest, most beautiful smiles.

She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "For sure."