Two hours ago, Rebecca and Nicole told Zoey about Kristen and the box. Zoey had a first babbled speechless, before giving up and returning to her bed. The two girls waited respectfully for half an hour before they went into the dorm, giving Zoey enough time to pretend she was asleep if she didn't want to talk to them. However, when they walked in the room, Zoey was sitting in the middle of the floor, with the box in her hands.

"What? I – I don't understand…"

Nicole blinked at the box and at Zoey, then Rebecca.

"So…Kristen came by?"

"She came by to give me the box back," Zoey said, "she said someone made her think about certain things and she didn't want to start some new hatred towards two strangers, so she handed it back."

"So she's not doing the fashion show?"

"No, she is," Zoey said simply, as the other two's jaws dropped.

"You what?"

"What did you do that for?"

"Well, it was a nice thing, bringing me back my box, so I decided to give her what she asked for," Zoey shrugged, putting the box on the floor. The three girls were compelled in awed silence for a moment, before Rebecca piped up,

"So can we er, have a look at your box?"

"No."

"No…the murderer's in there…go the other way you STUPID girl, in fact, no just run out of Jacuzzi, he will suffocate you with the plastic coating!"

Zoey walked through from the bathroom in her pyjamas and sat down behind Nicole and Rebecca, who were sitting in front of Rebecca's TV.

"What are you guys watching?"

"Valentine," they replied in unison, "with David Borenaz. Scary movie. Total hottie."

Zoey tried to ignore the fact that they both sounded eerily distant and began watching the movie.

She wasn't exactly sure what had happened that afternoon, but Kristen had seemed agitated and jumpy when she knocked on the door that night.

Suddenly, Nicole screamed as the cupid-masked figure pushed the girl into the hot tub.

"I told you!" She cried at the television, shaking her head disappointedly.

"Dodge the drill…dodge the drill!"

But why had Kristen came to her anyway?

"Breathe through the hole…breathe through the hole!"

It was a really bizarre like 'nice' thing to do, and Kristen didn't seem the 'kind Samaritan.'

"Dodge the drill again…dodge the drill again!"

Zoey hugged her chin to her knees. I guess I should be grateful she didn't spill the box everywhere, instead of questioning her actions.

"Jump out the tub! CATCH YOUR BREATH LATER!"

Zoey jumped as the screen began flashing with light as the girl in the hot tub was being electrocuted. Rebecca hung her head sadly.

"They never listen."

Dana watched Kristen through the crack in the bathroom door, busying around the room, fluffing up her pillows, smoothing out her duvet and hanging up her millionth jacket with a pleased little 'hmph' at the end of it all.

She's so…tidy. It's annoying.

Kristen advanced to dusting the corners of her photo frames lightly.

Who does she think she is, interrupting Logan and I without even so much as an apology! 'I don't make mistakes, I just correct them.' Ugh, snob.

"Are you almost finished in there Dana?"

Dana jumped at the sound of her name, but as not to break her cool and show weakness to the enemy, she strolled out the bathroom and closed the door.

"Why? Do you want in?" she said sweetly.

"No," said Kristen, who had now whipped off her sock and was painting her toe nails in a delicate rose that matched her lip gloss, "I was just curious."

Curiosity killed the cat, bitch.

Dana smiled falsely and sat on the edge of her bed. She watched Kristen apply second and third coats to both her feet until she lifted her head.

"So, what do you guys do at night around here?"

"Cuddle cute bunnies, read nice little faerie tales and paint cute little pictures," Dana sneered, "That's what you wanted to hear, right?"

Kristen pulled a face.

"Oh, I see how this is going to be," she tossed her head, "room mates at war? Yeah, well, two can play at that game. Speaking of games…" she pulled out a hair slide that caused perfect, floaty, dirty blonde bangs to cascade down to her forehead, "does that guy come round here at night, you know, the one I er…made an impression on."

Kristen grinned evilly and sank back on her bed, laughing.

"You stay away from him," Dana spat, getting on her feet, "he doesn't need people like you in his life."

"Oh yeah? I'm sure he could tell you different, Dana. Or at least his trousers could," Kristen burst into maniacal laughter, clutching her sides.

What the -? Trousers? Is that the English word for pants? WHY CAN'T SHE JUST SPEAK AMERICAN?

"Oh you're so, so funny Kristen," Dana said sarcastically, cocking her head to the side. Kristen rolled over onto her side so she faced Dana and her laughter died down naturally.

"Oh honey," she cooed, "I told you two could play at that game. I told you."

"I know you did. I'm not deaf and I don't have amnesia, you said it just a second ago."

"So you're not bothered?" Kristen asked lightly, staring intensely at Dana.

God this Kristen girl's a big old conniving bitch. Talk about Satan's Spawn.

"No," Dana lied smoothly, crossing her arms over her chest, "Not at all."

"Well then…" Kristen sat up on the edge of the bed, "I got two words for you."

"Oh yeah?" said Dana harshly, "and what are they?"

Kristen grinned wickedly.

"Game on."

SingMeAnything you aren't the first to loose words at Kristen's connivingness, she's a dirty piece of work who knows how to plan cunningly. zxxbsmsgirl3148, omg don't take all your anger out on your triplets lol, that must be a lot of anger if you're at loss for words hehe, and no YOU rock! Here, have some pie, N x