"Miss Krueger..." the uniformed voice called to the them from down he hall, Maggie quickly turned towards the detective. "It is my understanding that you and the deceased had an argument before he was reported dead..." Detective Cassidy stated while stepping closer to her and Stu.

"Yeah, but... I mean..." Maggie stuttered worriedly, Stu only looked her over in silence, grinning to himself at the sight of her uneasiness. "See I was just tired of him being so insensitive to us and-" she began before the cop cut in.

"Us?" the detective asked immediately, he then glanced over at Stu suspiciously.

"Everyone who worked on the film, who wasn't being paid to I mean..." she explained, the cop nodded in understanding as he began to write her words down on his notepad. "I mean he treated all of the students who were helping out like slaves... I just got tired of it." She finished meekly.

"So you decided to do something about it?" the detective then asked, narrowing his gaze on her.

"Yes..." Maggie answered back quickly, she then thought of what she had just confessed to. "I mean no!" she assured nervously, the cop sent her a curious look.

"You did or you didn't have an argument with him?" Detective Cassidy questioned finally, deciding to end the game.

"I did... have an argument with him... but that's all!" Maggie said seriously, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"I see..." the cop replied, showing little emotion to whether he believed her or not. "Here's my card... you know the procedure..." he then turned and walked away from them.

Maggie sighed with relief as he left their presence, shoving the card in her pocket before turning to face Stu.

"What?" she then questioned the smug smile on his face as he stared down at her.

"So..." he purred with amusement, his smile widening, she only looked at him with even more bewilderment.

"So what?" she was beginning to get annoyed by him.

"Did you kill him?" Stu asked outright, she quickly looked around them to see if anyone else heard him, luckily they were alone.

"Of course not!" she barked back surely, he only rolled his eyes at her in disbelief.

"Come on! The police are gone... you can tell me..." he pushed, giving her a cocky smirk, Maggie scoffed at him dryly before slowly walking away.

"Grow up Stu." She told him sternly, she was in no mood for his games.

"Don't be like that..." he laughed slightly while following closely behind her. "It's a simple question, yes or no..." he perused, she stopped walking to send him a serious look.

"What do you think?" she responded coldly, this only made him happier.

"I don't know, I mean you were a lot less moody that night... not to mention the sex was great..." he listed the evidence while coming closer to her, bringing his lips to hers.

Maggie pulled away from him, clearly unamused by him.

"I'm not the one that gets hot off the thought of killing people, remember?" she reminded him smartly, he grinned at the idea as he took another step towards her.

"Yeah..." he muttered softly as he pinned her against the wall. "That's too bad..." he then sent her one last lustful glance before moving away from her and continuing his stride down the hallway.

Maggie paused for a moment to think over what had just transpired between them.

"Freak..." she whispered before following him down the hall.

They sat around the small round lunch table in the middle of one of the campus' many rec-rooms. Shane sighed boredly to herself as Maggie stared down at the plain white tabletop, Stu watched mutely as Jasper scribbled down many things in the notebook before her.

"What are you writing?" he asked the redhead curiously, Jasper only glanced up for a moment before looking back to her notes.

"Just taking a few notes about Jenkins and the set..."

"Why?" Stu then asked, becoming more suspicious my the second.

"I'm gonna give them to Freddy for his paper... Maybe if I get something interesting he'll write about it this week!" she explained, excitement in her voice as she spoke of helping the college's newspaper columnist.

"Jasper has a thing for Freddy Iverson..." Shane said idly, still staring ahead in boredom, Stu only looked at her in a lost manner. "You know... the geek that writes all the cynical crap in the Craven for fun..."

"What kinda name is that for a school newspaper... The Craven!" Stu mocked at the thought of it.

"Its named after one of the first English professors to the college. Him and some students got together and decided to start their own paper that they could report on together for extra credit." explained the thin and somewhat scrawny looking boy who now stood behind the small group, everyone at the table looked up at him with curiosity.

"How very Dead Poets Society of them." Maggie commented dryly, this caused the boy to look over at her with great interest.

"Are you Maggie Krueger?" he asked her almost immediately, his black lined eyes staring her down carefully, she only nodded in response.

It was the second time in one day someone had asked her name in such seriousness, she was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Hi Freddy!" Jasper addressed him with a nervous smile, he only glanced over at her momentarily before bringing his full attention back to the brunette.

"So... I hear you were the last to confront Paul Jenkins before his gruesome demise..." the boy, Freddy Iverson, said to Maggie with a careful gaze in her direction.

"Yeah, but like I told the cops... I just told him about himself, that's it..." Maggie defended herself once again.

"Well I need all the details you can give me... I'm centering my main editorial around his murder, I might even be the first to expose the true killer, before those putrid sorry excuses for law enforcement do." Freddy told her, Stu grinned happily at the boy's hatred for the cops.

"Why are you trying to catch the killer, I mean its not your job, you write tacky summaries about the vending machines stealing our money, its up to the people with real jobs to catch killers... like the police do!" Shane mocked him with great amusement to her voice.

"The police are like pigeons, scrambling for their own inner circle's approval like old bread crusts!" he said to her disdainfully with little respect for the cops, he then paused to think back on his own recent words. "Bread crusts... that's deep, I should write that down..." he then mumbled to himself thoughtfully as he blindly walked away from them, back to wherever it was he had came from.

"That was... well, for the lack of a better word... Weird!" Stu announced once the boy was out of their sights.

"Freddy's overrated... everyone acts like he's some kinda genius..." Shane mocked the writer.

"He is a genius..." Jasper replied quickly in the boy's defense. "His writings are art! Poetry for the everyday slave to conformity!" she continued to praise him, Shane however was unimpressed.

"You just think he's hot!" Shane spat back, Jasper only glared at her angrily.

"This has been educational..." Maggie whispered to Stu from across the table, he smirked at her in agreement.