Karma groggily threw the blanket from her body, pushing her weary body to its feet.
"Going to class today?" Amy asked barely glancing up from her books.
"Yeah, I think it's about time."
"So do I." Amy muttered.
Karma shot Amy a glare while walking toward the bathroom, "No need to be snarky."
"I'm just saying you need to attend your classes if you actually want to graduate."
"Fair point," Karma called from the bathroom. "By the way, you wanna come to a frat party tonight?"
"No matter how many times you ask me Karma, the answer is always going to be no."
Karma peered around the edge of the bathroom door, "Why though?"
"I just don't see how hanging out with a bunch of sweaty frat boys and drunk sorority girls is fun. If I wanted to watch a train wreck I would watch reality TV." Amy scoffed.
"Wow. How very judgemental of you. It's not just sorority girls and frat guys. I'm not a sorority girl and I'm still going," Karma shrugged.
"Okay, you're not in a sorority but you might as well be. It would give you a legitimate excuse for your rebellious behaviour."
"It's not 'rebellious' Amy. It's called living the college experience. Maybe you should try it some time."
"No, thank you."
"Suit yourself. There's a bunch of cute guys for you to hook up with."
"I'm not interested in guys!"
Karma's head reappeared around the bathroom door.
"I meant frat guys. I'm not interested in frat guys." Amy corrected.
Ever since Hester, Amy had found it best to bury her sexuality. At first she had thought she was a lesbian, but then she slept with a guy and then after that she had hooked up with a girl at a carnival and during all of this she was in love with Karma. It was a confusing time to say the least. But by now Amy was 100% sure she was into girls and 100% not into letting Karma know that. To have Karma think that she was still secretly in love with her again? It was best to just keep her head down and get on with college. After this, she could do and be whoever she wanted.
"There is a guy there that I've been trying to hook up with, but I think he is interested in someone else. I've seen him eyeing up that new girl. The one with the long black hair? Unlaced boots? Always dresses in all black?"
Amy immediately straightened at the description of Reagan, "Oh…yeah. I think I've seen her around," she nodded trying to play it cool.
"I don't get what he sees in her? She just angrily stomps down the hallway with her freakishly tall roommate or should I say girlfriend." Karma complained.
"Girlfriend...?"
"Yeah, the new girl and her roommate...Tangerine. Or whatever her name is. I heard a rumour that they scissor each other."
"Rumours aren't facts Karma," Amy reminded.
"Have you seen them? There is no way they aren't scissoring each other," Karma insisted. "I can only imagine how it would work though. They are literally little and large."
"Less gossip Karma and more getting ready for class," Amy said leaving her dorm unusually flustered.
Amy reached her locker she glanced down the hall way and spotted Reagan leaning against a locker that definitely wasn't hers - not that Amy had been keeping tabs or anything like that.
A moment later another girl joined her.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who the girl was. She girl towered over Reagan and gave her dark hair an affectionate ruffle. Reagan retaliated by poking the girl in the stomach until she was doubled over in laughter. That was until the taller girl grabbed Reagan and picked her up off the ground, spinning as she did so.
"Clementine stop!"
Amy smiled as she watched Reagan's legs pedalled furiously while she demanded that Clementine put her back down.
When Reagan's feet were firmly on the ground the girls both realised that they were being watched. Amy quickly turned away but in doing so slammed her head into her open locker, causing her to sprawl out onto the ground.
"Hey, are you alright?" a voice said from above Amy.
"I think so," Amy groaned, gingerly touching her forehead.
"You should go to the nurses office," Reagan suggested. "You might have a concussion or whatever."
"No, I'm okay. Really." Amy reassured getting to her feet.
"You know that someone who has a concussion may also have a brain bleed." Clementine said matter-of-factly.
"Okay, thank you Clem." Reagan said through gritted teeth.
"Just trying to help," Clementine shrugged.
"Ignore her. She is morbid sometimes." Reagan explained as she handed Amy her school bag from off the ground. "Anyway seeing as you're okay we're gonna get going. See you in class, weirdo."
"If she hasn't collapsed due to a brain bleed first!" Clementine reminded.
"Clem!? Honestly, I am so sorry about her." Reagan apologised to Amy before grabbing Clementine by the hand and dragging her down the hallway.
"See, I told you." Karma piped up from behind Amy. "They are totally scissoring."