'How the fuck am I late!?' Amy asked herself as she sprinted down the school corridors. 'I wouldn't be so late if they hadn't moved the class to the damn lecture hall', she muttered climbing up the stairs two at a time. But still she only had herself to blame. She had spent the whole weekend replaying the events of the party over and over again in her head, barely getting any sleep and exhausting herself in the process. Now she was late for class, which had annoyingly been moved to the other end of the school.

The door to the auditorium creaked as Amy edged it open, she cringed as a few heads turned to look at her. The place was absolutely crammed with other classes who were keen on seeing this lecture. Amy had absolutely no idea who was even speaking, all she knew was that the note on the classroom door said that the lecture was 'absolutely mandatory'. The good news was that the speaker hadn't turned up yet, so she wasn't interrupting anything.

"We're down here!" Miss Pearson hissed waving toward the front of the auditorium.

Slightly embarrassed Amy slinked down the aisle toward where her class was sitting, immediately spotting a dark head of familiar hair. Much to her dismay the only free seat was right next to it.

"Hey could you…please." Amy mumbled pointing to Reagan's bag which was occupying the seat.

Wordlessly Reagan removed her bag before eyeing the blondes dishevelled state and dark eye circles. "Long weekend?"

"You could say that, yeah." Amy sighed pushing back her hair and leaning back in her seat. "What's up with your hair?" she added suddenly noticing the braid cascading over Reagan's shoulder.

"Oh," Reagan shrugged, grabbing her hair instinctively.

"Hey. I didn't mean anything by it," Amy insisted. "It's just…."

"Out of character. Yeah I know."

"Speaking of out of character…."Amy started nervously. "I think I owe you an apology."

"If this is what I think it's about then you really don't have to."

"But I do," Amy insisted. "I have no idea why I kissed you. I don't know why I did it. It's not something I usually do. I was…drunk." Amy lied.

"Thanks?"

"No n- I didn't mean it like that! I just mean I'm not like that. Like you."

Reagan raised an eyebrow at this.

"Oh god. I know how that sounds but I'm not homophobic! My best friend is gay an-"

"Can I ask you a question? Reagan interrupted.

"Yeah...?"

"I'm just wondering how much further you're gonna dig this hole?"

"Yeah. You've kind of dug your grave twice already," a voice piped up from behind them. "

Amy and Reagan spun around to find out who had been intruding on their conversation.

"Hey moody." The girl said reaching out to play with Reagan's braid.

"Aspen. Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Reagan asked while repeatedly batting the hand away from her hair.

"Sure they have. But I'm not a good listener, you know that." Aspen smirked, holding eye contact with Reagan a little longer than Amy deemed necessary.

Aspen was olive skinned and had a head of pink hair which was cut short and extremely wavy. Bright blue eyes pierced through her fringe which was just a little too long and a dusting of freckles covered her nose. Her teeth were vampiresque, two perfect fangs protruding as she smiled.

"What do you need?"

"If you needed someone to scratch your back you should have called me." Aspen commented, brushing her fingers against Reagan's bare neck and shoulder where a series of scratches resided.

Amy's skin burned as she watched Aspen's fingers dance delicately on Reagan's skin.

"I have a kitten now and he thinks he is a parrot," Reagan said swatting Aspen's hand away. "So get your mind out of the gutter."

"Never."

"What do you want Aspen?" Reagan sighed.

"Can I use your notebook?" Aspen cooed, fluttering her eyelashes. "I woke up this morning and my battery was dead."

"Let me guess. You slept with your laptop open, again." Reagan guessed reaching into her bag. "Here you go."

"You know me so well." Aspen sighed. "Can I be cheeky and borrow this for the rest of the day?"

"Sure. Just bring it to my dorm when you're done."

"Yes ma'am." Aspen saluted. "I can't believe that Sandra Ohman is going to give us a lecture. How fucking insane is this? Like if someone told me that I had to kill you to get into this lecture I would do it no hesitation. No offence."

"None taken, the feeling is very much mutual."

"I love it when we're on the same page," Aspen purred before tucking some loose hairs behind Reagan's ear. "Digging the hair by the way."

Reagan made a show of rolling her eyes and acting annoyed until Aspen had left to go and join her class, but Amy noticed that her heart wasn't in it.

"What are you looking at?" Reagan asked as she felt Amy's eyes burning in her.

"Nothing."

Amy felt sick to her stomach. She had absolutely no idea why she had lied to Reagan. Telling her that being drunk was the reason she kissed her? Why? There was absolutely no reason to make up that lie and yet she had. And then she had made everything one hundred times worse by telling Reagan she wasn't 'like her'. Aspen was right, she had buried herself twice already possibly more than that. And who the heck was this Aspen girl anyway? And why did she and Reagan seem so familiar with each other? And why did the hell did Amy feel like she had a right to be jealous?

"Fucking hell," Amy groaned outwardly instead of inwardly like she had planned.

"What's up?"

"I'm just really sorry," Amy mumbled. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but I am."

"Look. It's fine. Really, I'm over it."

Amy felt like she had been sucker punched in the gut.

Reagan continued, "You're not into girls. It's really not a big deal. You were drunk and made a mistake. Stop kicking yourself over it. Just…don't do it again okay."

'I'm can't promise that,' Amy said to herself.

"Deal," is what Amy said out loud. And judging by the tightening in her stomach she knew it was another decision she would later on regret.