"Is she 'cut your face if you reject her' weird or is she 'stalk you, skin you and wear you as a coat' weird?" Clementine asked while highlighting yet another section of the book she was reading.

"Neither. 'Just stare at me for the entire lesson and then blush like crazy when I look at her for a brief second' weird." Reagan replied while casually flicking her butterfly knife. This was a regular thing for her, sitting crossed legged on her bed spinning her knife while trying to figure something out. Something about the sound and movement always soothed Reagan, Clementine would beg to differ though.

"Please make sure that thing doesn't fly toward me," Clementine cringed using her book as a shield.

Reagan rolled her eyes playfully, continuing to flick her knife in a fluid motion. "Says the girl who gave me a black eye because she couldn't hold onto the wii remote."

"Hey! I apologised a thousands times for that!" Caroline pouted poking her head above her book, quickly regretting her decision when Reagan pretended to throw the knife in her direction. "Please stop swinging that thing Rae. Please."

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Reagan apologised closing her knife and switching it for the stress ball she kept on her bedside table. "So what should I do Clementine?…..Clem?"

Clementine had gone back to highlighting passages in her book now that she knew she was safe from the knife penetrating her flesh. But she definitely she wasn't safe from a soft ball hitting her in the head.

"Raaaaae," Clementine whined whipping the ball back in Reagan's direction. "I'm trying to cram in some last minute studying. Stop fucking trying to mess me up."

"Really? Because it looks like all you are doing is highlighting the entire book."

Clementine bowed her head dramatically, "Do not question how a sensei works."

"Sorry sensei," Reagan replied mockingly.

"You are forgiven. Now, what is it you seek?"

"The girl in my class, Amy. Should I ask her to stop being weird or what?"

Clementine shook her head. "No, that would just embarrass her. Stalk her."

Reagan gave a confused look.

"You know what I mean. Hack the school database and find out about her."

"No that is unethical and a betrayal of trust," Reagan replied adamantly.

"Oh…but it was okay for you to stalk me before we ended up being room mates?"

"Erm excuse me, that was a matter of life and death. I wanted to know who the college was going to stick me in a room with, you could have been some weird serial killer for all I know. I was just protecting myself." Reagan argued.

"Hacking into a school database to dig up dirt on me was going a bit far don't you think?"

"I had to cover all my bases."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing interesting, hence why we are rooming together right now."

"I'm interesting!" Clementine said in an offended tone.

Reagan shrugged tossing her ball into the air. Clementine was interesting, but that was not what she had found out via the school database. Well there was the sealed juvie record but when Reagan had accessed it all she found was a warning for shop lifting at the age of 13. Nothing after that, just straight A's and heavy involvement in various after school activities. Reagan had theorised that it was her parents way of keeping her on the straight and narrow and to be fair it seemed to have worked. Or maybe Clementine just made sure not to get caught after that. Either way, there was no more reports on criminal activity.

Clementine herself was interesting looking. She was just over six feet tall, had long mousey brown hair which she wore with a centre part, wore thin wire rimmed glasses and she always wore sundresses. A few weeks into living with each other Reagan had discovered that it was because she found it difficult to find jeans that fit her leg length so she ditched them completely and decided to just wear dresses. Not that Reagan was complaining, she knew a good pair of legs when she saw them but it was definitely an odd sight seeing the two of them walking down the hall way. Especially since Reagan barely reached Clementine's shoulder.

"I know that now, but on paper you're pretty boring." Reagan shrugged tossing her ball into the air.

"Whatever. All I'm saying is that you should do the same thing to the girl in your class."

"Amy."

"Yes, Amy."

"That's a bit much don't you think?"

"Well do it on a smaller scale. Stalk her social media pages," Clementine suggested.

"I don't know…."

"Yes you do."

Reagan let out a frustrated breath at her complete lack of self control and pulled her laptop from underneath her bed. "I'm just going to look at her social media accounts and get a feel for what kind of person she is."

"Or alternatively you could talk to her like a normal human being."

"OR I could just continue doing what I'm doing and not listen to your rational suggestions?"

"It's your funeral," Clementine shrugged raising her hands in surrender.

"Do you want me to look into that guy that you like? What's his name?"

Before Reagan could blink Clementine had shot across the room and was now sitting beside her on the bed.

"His name is Francis," she said eagerly. "Francis Wilbur."

"Or alternatively you could talk to him like a normal human being?" Reagan replied smugly while typing away on her laptop.

"OR I could just continue doing what I'm doing and not listen to your rational suggestions," Clementine countered leaning over to get a better look at Reagan's screen. "Is that her? She's cute."

"I guess."

"You guess?" Clementine frowned. "Why are you even doing this if you are so indifferent about her?"

"I don't know. Honestly, she just intrigues me." Reagan admitted, leaning forward slightly as she read the words on her screen.

'On November, 21st, 2013 at approximately 12:50pm Amy Raudenfeld struck Officer…'