"I mean who do you think could do something like that?" Jasper questioned as she sat beside Maggie and Shane on the concrete steps outside the college.

"Who knows? I mean the guy wasn't that well liked..." Shane commented with a shrug.

"Still, just because you don't like somebody doesn't mean you slice them to bits!" the red head replied with a deep sigh.

"Sure ya do!" someone said from behind the three girls, they turned quickly to see Stu walking towards them.

"Very funny." Maggie added to his remark as he sat down beside her.

He only reached over and wrapped his arm around her waist as she sulked next to him.

"Well look on the bright side, at least you don't have to work with him anymore!" Stu reminded them.

"That's true, and you don't have to finish that awful movie..." Shane agreed. "So no more shower scene!" she then said sarcastically, trying to cheer the other girls up some.

"Yeah, I mean who really liked the shower scene in the first movie, huh?" Maggie joked while looking at Jasper sympathetically.

"Hell, I enjoyed it!" Stu suddenly said from beside them, Maggie quickly turned towards him.

"I thought you told me you didn't like the shower scene all the times you watched it..." she suspiciously narrowed her glance on him.

"Um... did I say that?" he questioned nervously, removing his arm from around her waist slowly.

"Yes, you did... you said it was amusing but nothing like the real thing because Casey was in the kitchen when you-" she began to say before he quickly cut her off.

"That's right!" he responded loudly, his voice shaky as he sent her a look of fear and confusion, she only glared back while folding her arms across her chest smugly. "I mean who showers anymore? Huh?" he finished nervously with a shrug, the other two girls only looked him over oddly.

They stood in a large group in the middle of the frat house, listening carefully to what the dean told them.

"The death of Mr. Jenkins is a terrible tragedy that we are all devastated to hear of..." he dictated to the mass of students formally.

Maggie stood in front of Stu, glancing around at the others uneasily, she spotted Jasper about four people over from her, and Shane standing next to the television set in the corner. She sighed to herself with boredom... she never really liked Paul, and didn't like that she had to stand here and listen to false condolences, but what she really didn't like was the fact that three police officers stood next to the dean, watching the crowd closely.

She shuddered at the thought of cops, causing her to unknowing back into her boyfriend as he towered over her, un-phased by what was going on. Stu wrapped his long arms around her waist, she glanced back at him, smiling weakly before turning her gaze back towards the head of the room. He then leaned down slightly and began kissing her neck softly, Maggie sighed again, deeper this time as he lightly brushed back her hair, now kissing his way up to her left ear. She bit her bottom lip as he sucked on her earlobe sensually, causing her to lean her head back against his shoulder.

"Stop..." she whispered to him, yet the tone of her voice was begging him to continue.

"How long has it been?" he muttered in her ear, his voice hushed and deep. "Two weeks, three?" his hands now traveling under her shirt.

"Two weeks, four days, eight hours..." she answered back, quickly glancing at the clock that hung on the wall above one of the cops. "And twenty seven minutes." He smiled cleverly at her desperate response.

"Looks like you've been missing it more than me..." he whispered smartly while pushing her closer to him.

"I don't think anyone can miss it more then you!" she replied with a quiet laugh.

"Is that so?" he then began to kiss her cheek gently before returning his lips to her ear.

"Don't..." she then begged softly as he bit at her earlobe teasingly.

"Why not?" he then asked in a childish manner.

"What if they see?" she then nodded slightly towards the dean and his escort of police.

"We'll get sent to the principal's office..." he murmured into her ear playfully.

"Aww... but then we'll get grounded!" she whispered back in the same immature tone, smiling softly as he continued to suck at her skin.

"Yeah... no TV for a week..." he responded, his voice now husky and hungry as he kissed her neck passionately, his tongue grazing her skin.

Maggie slowly closed her eyes as he licked at the nape of her neck, she then moaned quietly as he tightened his grip around her waist, pushing her into his hips forcefully.

"We should go upstairs..." she gasped faintly, her voice breathless and almost panting.

"Okay." He agreed, grinning happily as she turned around in his arms.

She was now facing him, her eyes staring into his, noticing the lust that shinned in his dark teal iris'. She reached down and took his hand, she then led him away from the crowd of students. Stu glanced around eagerly as they walked up the stairs, neither one of them caring what the police thought of them leaving in the middle of the dean's heartfelt speech about the poor late director Paul Jenkins.

"Hey, did anyone see where Maggie and Stu went?" Jasper asked Trevor and Shane as she sat down at the table next to them.

"Nope, last I saw they were standing over there with the rest of us..." Shane answered casually and with little care.

"Probably got too bored and left." Trevor added tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he spoke.

"Probably somewhere 'grieving'..." Shane then stated, using her index and middle fingers as quotation marks when she said the word grieving. "You know how Stu is..." she then remarked at the sight of Trevor and Jasper's disgusted expressions.

"What kind of people can do that after hearing that someone was just sliced to pieces less than a half a mile away?" Jasper then asked smartly, her tone doubtful as she questioned Shane's theory.

The other two only shrugged their shoulders unknowingly to the red head's query, choosing not to answer.

She moaned against his lips as he pushed her further against the closed door, their bodies sweating beneath their disheveled clothes. His hands were up under her skirt and his pants were around his knees as she held onto him tightly... it was a good thing she didn't wear underwear tonight or else they would be nothing but ripped rags on the floor by now.

"Stu..." she muttered in a pant.

"Wha?" he groaned anxiously, his lips brushing against her neck.

"Who's room is this?" she asked in a slight moan.

He had literally just slung her into the darkened room, pushing her against the door once he had managed to close it... not that she had minded, in fact she rather enjoyed this forceful side of him... just as long as he wasn't in close reach of any sharp objects.

"I don't know... who cares?" he answered quickly, annoyed by her questioning.

She moaned again, louder and more breathless as he firmly held onto her thighs, her legs wrapped around him while he moved her up and down against the door behind them. Her hands gripped at his shirt, twisting the material in her fists as he ran his tongue up her throat, causing her to quiver against his hips as he rocked into her forcefully.

"People can hear us..." she sighed deeply, leaning her head back against the door as she moaned with each labored breath.

"Fuck 'em..." he grunted while staring up at her lustfully.

She leaned her head down and whispered something into his ear, two words audible only to him, he shut his eyes tightly as her words sent heat flooding through him.

"I am... remember?" he answered her playfully, opening his eyes to look her over again.

"Harder then..." she gasped, her face slightly flustered and her body feverish as he pressed it against his dominantly.

"Any harder baby and I'm gonna break the door down!" he wheezed impatiently, moving against her as fast as he could.

Maggie laughed softly at his words before bringing her mouth down to claim his, they passionately kissed one another as he proceeded to thrust into her more aggressively. He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hands under his shirt, rubbing his chest roughly while massaging his tongue with hers.

He quickly moved his mouth back to her neck, sucking at her skin as she leaned her head back against the wooden door again, enraptured by the feeling of him. She brought her hand up and ran it through his hair as she whimpered into his ear, her body shuddering violently against his, causing him to hold onto her tighter and tighter with each thrust.

She let out a soft shriek as her chest heaved against his and he slowly brought his lips back to hers, now kissing her fiercely while rubbing her hips against his. Stu moaned into her kiss one last time before slowing his movements against her, causing them both to unwillingly break their kiss. He slowly loosened his grip on her left leg, letting it slide to the floor, then releasing her right as well as she leaned back against the door for leverage while she stood in front of him breathless.

He leaned against her tiredly, his head resting on her shoulder as she brought her arms up around his neck, holding him to her lovingly. He placed his hands at her waist firmly, pulling her closer to him while kissing her neck gently, she smiled softly at the feeling.

"Now what?" she asked him, her voice quiet and her breath heavy.

"Your room or mine?" he replied, looking up at her with a grin.

"Both..." she answered, kissing him lightly.

"Okay." He muttered against her lips as their kiss deepened.

"How bout we start with my room?" she then questioned eagerly, he laughed softly before kissing her again.