"Teenage student Rebecca Salesbury was found brutally murdered in the Omega Kappa Delta fraternity house at Windsor College in California last night. Her fellow students' partying was interrupted when her last scream was heard at approximately one a.m., according to Rebecca's closest friend Stevie Danson. Stevie was the first person to enter the room, finding Rebecca's body sprawled across a bed, and the room covered in blood. Authorities have not named any suspects, but Windsor students are said to be being questioned today. A murder as vicious as this has not been seen since the Woodsboro murders last year -"

Amber switched off the television with the remote that lay next to her on her bed.

"What do you think about that then?" she asked Shannon, who was lying next to her.

"I heard her scream."

"And...?"

"She was terrified."

Amber smiled widely, the smile returned to her.

"How's about we get to class?" said Shannon.

"I dunno...I was thinking we could hang here for a bit...just the two of us." replied Amber.

"Come on! It's our first day!"

"Ok...ok...what we got?"

"Psych...then art...then sociology...then film..."

Amber groaned and rolled onto her front, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"So what happened to you last night?" Shannon asked her.

Amber sat up and looked at her friend, "Nothing."

"Who were you with?" Shannon fixed her with a pointed look, "Curly hair...skinny...?"

"FINE FINE FINE! I'll tell you." Amber sounded angry, but she was smiling, "His name's Xander."

"That's a bit BTVS of you."

"Don't mock me!" said Amber, raising her voice, "What kind of name is...is Stu?!"

"It's short for Stuart. Jeez, go figure..."

"Well Xander is short for Alexander!"

"GO FIGURE!"

Amber pulled a face and stormed out of her room, still in her pyjamas. Shannon shook her head, laughing, and went into her own room, locking the adjoining door.

She picked out some baggy black cords with her studded belt, a plain fitted black shirt and her usual comfy black Converse, and just brushed her hair so it fell straight, past her shoulders. She brushed her teeth again, and gathered her books together. Sitting on her bed, bored, she lit up a cigarette and began pacing the room. Thinking about Stu...he was really...there wasn't a word for it...he was definitely special; she could tell that just by looking at him. But there was also something else...a hint of...No! She couldn't just go around and think that about the first guy she met. Just because she was a little...well, a lot! It wasn't fair to tar Stu with the same brush people had used for her. Maybe she was just being a tad judgmental.

Shannon finished her cigarette and picked up her books. Heading down the hall, she turned the corner and crashed into someone. Her books went flying. Without looking at her 'attacker', she aimed a punch and hit them hard in the face.

"OWW SHIT!"

It was a guy, she knew that much...

"You just hit me!" he said, shocked.

"You made me drop my books." Shannon said innocently. She looked at him expectantly.

He gave her a withering look, and bent down to pick up her books.

"Here." he said, handing them back to her.

Shannon grinned.

"What else do you want from me?" he said, sounding exasperated.

"Who said I wanted anything in the first place." she said, and left him standing in the corridor, speechless.

"I'm Ross by the way!" he called after her.