"Hey gorgeous."

Glen Davis slid in his tray across from Rebecca, who was looking dangerously pissed off and scraping her fork across her plate. He bent down to kiss her lightly on the cheek but she dodged him.

"Okay…" he sat down, "what's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" She repeated, staring incredulously at him, "What's the matter? Ever since I came here people have been lying to me, keeping quiet about things etcetera whatever but Logan's been so…so sour to me and Chase has been so sweet and people try to buy me into things and sometimes I think that people generally just don't like me enough to confide in me, I mean, do I look untrustworthy? I don't think I do, anyway, from my point of view, but the point is," she took a deep breath before continuing, "apparently, I've almost been involved in this from the very beginning but still then I didn't have a clue and then Logan starts to tell me and then when I begin to hatch onto something he suddenly turns moody and walks away and I told him to come back, cause no one walks away from me and he just ignored me and this biscotti is way too soft."

Glen stared at her with a look of concern as her head sunk and she deflated slightly.

"Are…you…do you want time alone?" He asked, scraping back his chair slightly. Rebecca nodded sadly.

"Okay, I'll be over in the library if you need me," Glen abandoned his lunch and swung his book bag over his shoulder, bolting out of the cafeteria as fast as he could without anyone thinking he was running away.

Which he actually was.

When he rounded the corner, he stopped, panting slightly.

Did she just breakdown in front of me? I've never heard her speak so fast, or so frantic.

"But whatever man," he said to himself, "she's still yours for the taking."

Next Day

"Ohmygod? Did you hear? Chase and Kristen."

"Kristen? Like, as in Kristen Williams?"

"Yup."

"But that's so weird! She's a like, total bitch and he's a total sweetie!"

"I know."

"So like, when did this happen?"

"Like, yesterday, she went up to his dorm cause he was all alone and then poof! Dating!"

"Well I heard it's more than dating."

"As in like, bed activities and dating?"

"Oh puh-lease, like Chase is going to ever hop into bed with Kristen."

"Are you assuming Kristen's like, the innocent one here? Cause I doubt very much she still has her big 'V'."

"I meant, in the first place, before you totally interrupted me, like, the 'L' word."

"Lesbian?"

"Love, you total idiot, love!"

"Are you serious? Like, they're in love? But they only just like, met!"

"I like, know!"

Kristen rolled over in her bed. Her head was thumping, her mouth felt dry and she was extremely groggy. If she didn't know any better, she'd say she had a hangover, but she didn't drink any alcohol the night before. It was just because of lack of sleep, she guessed. As she sat up in bed, propping herself up on her elbows, she looked across the room at Dana's bed. It was empty, but as per usual unmade.

"Dana?"

"What?"

Dana appeared in the bathroom doorframe, looking extremely disgruntled, toothbrush in hand.

"Oh shiitake…" Kristen gasped, pointing to Dana's mouth and uttering a little scream, "you've got rabies!"

Dana growled slightly, the white foam cursing out of her mouth and down her chin.

"It's so unsanitary in here!" Kristen exclaimed. Dana spat the foam into the basin.

"You idiot, it's just toothpaste."

"Oh…okay," Kristen began to breakdown the sort of protective barrier of her own duvet she'd thrown in front of her, "I was just gonna ask you about Logan."

"Don't tell me you like him," Dana rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell me you don't!" Kristen shot back.

"Eurgh, he's mega-gross," Dana chided, putting down her toothbrush so she could talk animatedly, "I mean, he's so rude and vulgar. He drives me mental."

Kristen pulled an extremely unbelieving face.

"Yeah, uhuh," she said sarcastically, "and that's why when I came in he had no shirt on? And his trousers were down at his ankles?"

Dana blushed furiously, but continued staring at Kristen defiantly.

"And I'm not stupid," she continued, "I know perfectly well that Logan wasn't searching for dust bunnies under my bed – not that you'd find any, I mean, seriously, I take pride in my sanitation," she paused for a moment, "but the point is, he was hiding wasn't he? Because you didn't want anyone to know he was there. That's why you were so 'innocent' when I got in," she stopped to smile maliciously, "I mean, come on. Talk about obvious."

Dana folded her arms.

Busted.

"Yeah, so what?"

"I dunno, I just like to prove points," Kristen blew lightly on her nails, "putting people into serious states of denial. It's just what I do."

Dana glared at her as she got up from the bed and stretched her arms.

"But hey," Kristen shrugged, after stifling a yawn, "don't forget."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten Blondie," Dana snapped back, even though she had no idea what Kristen was talking about.

"We agreed to pull out all stops," Kristen began twirling her hair around her finger, "remember, 'game on'? Yeah, well the game's still playing, and looks like I'm winning."

"Oh, salutations Glen," Quinn pushed her glasses further up her nose briefly before sitting down on the bench next to Glen.

"You seem stressed," she observed curiously.

"How can you tell?"

"Well, your pulse order vein is pulsating and –"

Glen held up a hand to silence her.

"You know what?" He sighed, "It doesn't matter. My girlfriend just totally freaked out."

"Who, Rebecca?"

"Yeah," Glen's eyes widened slightly as he recalled what happened, "she was speaking on hyper speed, all in one breath, and she was waving her hands about in the air frantically when she was talking," he shook his head, "it looked like she was ready to explode."

"Well that's perfectly normal," Quinn stated with a nod. Glen stared at her disbelievingly.

"For a girl of Rebecca's status," she continued, "she's expected to be perfect twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, she's high profile, she does a lot of extra curricular work, she sometimes helps me in the science lab if I need assistance, she's been plunged into such a vat of deep drama that she'd expected to be swirled up in because of both her looks and her friends, her ex-best-friend that she tried to get rid of has magically appeared again and she is most likely extremely confused about her feelings towards others," Quinn paused thoughtfully, "it is only expected that she breakdowns once in a while."

Glen looked down at his hands. If what Quinn had said was true, he could expect a few more of these mental outbursts from Rebecca.

He'd just make sure he wasn't near when one was coming.

He wouldn't break up with her for something as little as brief insanity spells.

She was way too good-looking to do that. Besides, all the guys were envious of him now, he was looked up to in a sort. He was dating the 'Hot Chick' the 'Visual Pleasure-er.' There wasn't one red-blooded guy on campus that couldn't say they were attracted to Rebecca, even in the slightest.

Right now, Michael wasn't attracted to Rebecca, not even in the slightest. Or any other girl on campus. He'd just reached 'Death Court' on Doom X. He had to focus on spearing Boss Kanaka because he had his gun revoked on entering the court.