Ten minutes after the bell and Reagan still hadn't shown up to class. Amy found her eyes gravitating toward the classroom door every few seconds and felt a twang of disappointment any time the door remained closed. At some point someone did enter the classroom and butterflies fluttered in Amy's stomach, but it just turned out to be a lost kid wandering into the wrong class.

"Do you have any idea where Reagan is?" Miss Pearson asked settling down in the unoccupied seat beside Amy.

"Who?" Amy asked feigning ignorance.

"The new girl. Cat eyes. Wears all black."

"Oh. I'm actually not sure." Amy admitted, moving her mouse absentmindedly.

"Wow," Miss Pearson sighed leaning back in her chair. "She's already ditching class after just a couple of days? I'm not sure I want someone so unmotivated in my class. I don't stand for that kind of nonsense. You know that Amy."

"I know. Actually….I saw her. In the hallway. She smacked her head off her locker door and it looked really painful. I suggested she go to the nurses office and get it looked at."

"Good thinking Amy," Miss Pearson said tapping her pursed lips. "Whenever someone hits their head they are at risk of having a brain bleed." She turned toward Amy, "You know that happened to my cat Lemon. She's never been quite the same since."

"What happened to her," Amy asked nervously.

"Well she had a massive brain bleed, which in turn caused her to have a stroke. Now she is kind of wonky and needs help getting onto the couch, she has a constant drool going on, things like that."

"Oh."

"You know if you want to actually finish this project you need to do more than move your mouse around the same area. Maybe try clicking it once in a while?" Miss Pearson suggested before sliding out her chair and making her way back toward the front of the class.

Amy sidled closer to her computer monitor and got to work on attempting to finish her project, but she just couldn't shake something from her mind. She had lied for Reagan. Covered for her and fabricated a story. Well…half fabricated. All for a person she barely even knew. She shook her head trying to shake the thought from her mind. She didn't want to think about it and she didn't care to either. Not right now anyway. Right now she had something else on her mind.

Moving her cursor toward the internet icon Amy opened up a new window and typed a query into the search engine.

'How do I know if I have a brain bleed?'

"You're lying!" Reagan laughed.

"I'm not! I swear! That's what they said!" Clementine insisted.

"They think we're hooking up!? That is so wild." Reagan scoffed cramming a handful of fries into her banana milkshake.

"Word for word this is what they said. 'That new goth girl is fucking her roommate. The fruit girl."

"How would that even work!? Like logistically I think it would be an immense struggle. Don't you think?"

"Hmmm. I don't know. I think we could make it work." Clementine winked.

"Wow and you wonder why people think we are a 'thing'." Reagan smirked while shaking her head.

"It's probably because I had a girlfriend before you came to campus." Clementine shrugged, peeling gherkin from her burger.

"Why don't you just order without the gherkin, instead of constantly just peeling it off."

"Beca-"

"Wait, wait, wait! You had a freaking girlfriend!? This is news to me!" Reagan spluttered.

"What, it didn't come up when you used your computer to snoop into my life?" Clementine asked smugly.

"No, it didn't. And I wasn't snooping actually, I was making sure you weren't a murderer." Reagan insisted folding her arms defensively.

"I'm just saying it's no surprise that people are linking us together."

"What was her name?"

"Lila."

"Cool."

"You're going to look her up aren't you."

"Nope."

"Alright, you said that a little too quickly for me to actually believe you. Plus you have a mischievous twinkle in your eye. Anyway I remove the gherkin because I don't like the texture, but I do like the taste. Which is why I don't ask them to remove it. I want the taste cooked into my burger, but I don't want the actual gherkin itself," Clementine explained.

"That is genius," Reagan hummed.

"Duh," Clementine scoffed. "Now let's discuss this party."

Amy sighed when she spotted Karma's face peer through the glass on her classroom door. It was obvious why she was there but Amy just didn't have the answers Karma was looking for. Reagan hadn't turned up to class and you can't tell someone something you don't know.

The bell rung and the students started slowly filtering out of the classroom. When she was almost out the door Miss Pearson pulled her aside causing Amy to panic slightly.

"Please give these to Reagan when you see her," Miss Pearson said handing Amy a bundle of work sheets. "She wasn't here to finish it today so she will just have to get it done over the weekend. Tell her I hope she feels better soon."

"I will," Amy nodded vehemently avoiding eye contact. "Have a good weekend Miss."

When Amy was out the classroom Karma practically jumped her.

"So. What did she say?"

"Oh, she asked me to give this work to Reagan beca-"

"No the goth girl. Why would you need to give her work? Weren't you just in class with her?"

"No. Actually sh-"

"What do you mean no!?"

"Well if you actually allowed me to speak I would be able to tell you what happened," Amy spat annoyed at the intensity of the conversation.

"Sorry," Karma relented.

"She wasn't in class," Amy shrugged. "She was a no show."

"What, why!?"

Amy rolled her eyes heatedly. "Well if I knew that I wouldn't have been watching the door for the entire lesson would I!?"

"Shh shh they're coming!" Karma hissed.

Amy didn't have time to ask who Karma was talking about, because suddenly she was face to face with Reagan and Clementine.

"Heyyyyyyyy!" Karma said affectionately giving Reagan an over friendly hug as if they were old friends.

Reagan looked over Karma's shoulder and frowned at Amy while flexing her jaw. And if it didn't look like Reagan was about to kill Karma on the spot Amy would have found it incredibly attractive.

"Okayyy, enough of whatever it is you're doing." Amy muttered pulling Karma away from Reagan, making sure to keep a firm grip on her wrist.

"You know Reagan isn't really that affectionate. So you probably shouldn't do that again," Clementine warned.

Karma fell silent, her face contorting a little in fear when she saw Reagan's stoney, slightly confused glare.

"Here this is for you, it's classwork. Unfortunately you have to complete it over the weekend since you weren't in class today. Sorry." Amy said apologetically, shoving the few bits of paper into Reagan's hands.

"Thanks." Reagan replied her glare still fixed on Karma. "Do I know you?"

Karma shook her head vigorously.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you around."

"Well, this is college. Of course we would see each other once in a while!" Karma laughed nervously.

"That's not what she meant," Clementine interrupted. "We've seen you spying on her. It's creepy."

"Spying? What do they mean spying? What do they mean Karma?" Amy asked, suddenly interested in what Karma had to say.

"I wasn't spying. I was…intrigued. That's all." Karma shrugged.

Clementine cocked her head curiously, "Why? Do you fancy her or something?"

Amy burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" she sighed trying to regain a little bit of composure. "It's just…if you knew Karma you would know that what you just said is utterly ridiculous."

"What are you saying? Am I not attractive enough?" Reagan asked with raised eyebrow.

"N- n- no, that's not what I meant. You're attractive enough. I jus- I just mean-."

"I was just kidding weirdo," Reagan smirked. "Well we have a party to get ready for, so I'll see you around?"

"Wait," Amy said quickly. "You're going to the party tonight?"

"Yeah, it's probably going to be shit but at least there will be beer and pizzas. You going?"

"I'll be there."

Karma glanced at Amy. "Really? Because earlier you sai-"

"I'll be there." Amy repeated.

Clementine noticed the sparkle in Amy's eyes as she looked at Reagan and the acknowledged the fact that Amy's cheeks were now several shades pinker than when they had first started talking. "Wow, I clearly accused the wrong person."

"Clem?"

"Nothing, we gotta go. Maybe we'll see you guys there? Let's go Rae."

When Reagan and Clementine were out of sight Karma turned toward Amy. "I thought you didn't want to hang out with 'sweaty frat boys and drunk sorority girls'?"

"That was before I was informed that there is going to be pizza and beer. Now are we going to get ready for this party or what?"