"So do you two know each other?" Karma asked leaning against Amy's locker.

"Who?" Amy asked trying to sound oblivious.

"You and the goth chick. You seem awfully familiar with each other."

"What makes you think that?" Amy scoffed leaning into her locker to pull out random books that she definitely didn't need.

"Well she said she would see you in class and then she called you a weirdo….so you clearly know each other enough for her to use pet names."

"'Weirdo' isn't a pet name and we hardly know each other." Amy interrupted.

"But she is in your class…."

"Yes but that doesn't mean tha-"

"We can use to to our advantage," Karma said dreamily while tapping her chin.

"You mean your advantage."

"Details, details." Karma dismissed. "The important thing is that we can use this to our advantage."

"Your advantage," Amy mumbled slamming her locker.

"Alright, so the guy I'm trying to hook up with? I want you to ask the goth chick about him."

"Her name is Reagan."

"Reagan…..get some details about this guy from her."

"What sort of details? Things like his name perhaps?" Amy enquired.

"I know his name!" Karma said defensively. "Or I will when you ask your new friend about him."

Amy rolled her eyes and sighed. "We are not frie-. You know what. I'll see what I can do okay? But I'm not promising anything."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Karma squealed enveloping Amy in a bear hug.

Amy peered over Karma's shoulder just in time to see Clementine and Reagan being stopped at the bottom of the hallway by two boys. Her heart sank a little when one of the boys reached out for Reagan's hand and she allowed herself to be pulled out of sight.

"Okay, I'll see you later Karma." Amy sighed upon hearing the bell ring.

"Erm who are you and what the fuck are you doing?" Reagan hissed snatching back her hand.

"Calm down girl. We just wanted to talk," the stranger insisted. "I'm Jonah by the way."

Reagan frowned - hard. There was nothing she hated more than someone telling her to 'calm down'. Especially from someone as swarmy looking as this dude. He was everything you expected a frat boy to be. Salmon shorts paired with boat shoes. A dark coloured cardigan with the sleeves rolled up paired with a pastel shirt underneath it. Expensive accessories strategically on show. And last but not least the slicked blonde hair with the permanent smirk etched onto his face.

"We could have talked where we stood. Why did you have to drag us out of sight?" Reagan demanded.

"We just wanted to talk without any prying ears," piped up the timid looking of the pair.

Now this guy was more Reagan's speed. Tailored and fitted. He wore light coloured trousers with brown tan boots. A tweed blazer paired with a baby pink shirt, patterned jumper and tweed bow tie. The entire outfit was completed with the leather satchel slung across his shoulder. He didn't have the swarmy frat boy hair do. Instead he had curly red hair that reached just above his ears and black thick rimmed glasses that he pushed up nervously every so often. To top it all off he was taller than Clementine which put him around the 6'4 range.

"And you are?" Reagan asked.

"Francis," he replied extending his hand toward Reagan.

"Pleasure to meet you Francis," Reagan smiled, shooting a knowing look Clementine's way. Clementine pretended not to see it and went unusually weak in the knees when Francis offered her his hand.

"Anyway…." Jonah said averting his eyes from his friend and turning his attention back to Reagan. "Party tonight. You in?"

"I'm not really the party type."

"There will be beer and all the pizza you can manage to eat."

"I'm listening…"

"You should come."

Reagan glanced at Clementine who was now blushing and looking down on the ground. Francis was equally as red, hands gripping his satchel for dear life.

"Fine, I'm in." Reagan relented. "We're in. But if it sucks we're leaving."

"Fair enough." Jonah nodded. "So, can we get your names?"

"No and I'm gonna go now because you've already made us late for class. So I'll see you at the party I guess?"

"If you would do me the honour."

Reagan rolled her eyes subtly before turning her attention back to her friend. "You ready?"

Clementine nodded coyly eyes still on the ground.

"Okay, well I guess I'll see you later Clementine." Francis stammered.

When the pair were out of sight Reagan turned to her friend. "Well he is a bit of a looker isn't he? If I was so inclined I would be keeping tabs on him," Reagan mused.

"Wait…did he say my name? He knew my name!? Rae he knows my name!" Clementine whispered in excitement.

"Wow. Looks like you've both been doing a little spying on each other. You guys looked adorable together by the way, even though you weren't doing much other than blushing furiously." Reagan smiled.

"Shut up." Clementine groaned giving Reagan's hair her signature ruffle.

Reagan checked her watch and sighed. "You know what. I don't think I'm gonna bother with class today. Wanna play hooky until the last bell? We can go on a lady date, get milkshakes and fries. My treat."

"You really know a way to a gals heart," Clementine mock swooned placing the back of her hand to her forehead. "I accept."

"Alright, let's get out of here."