Twenty minutes into the lecture and Amy couldn't even remember the speakers name let alone what she was talking about because Amy was too busy looking, or rather staring at Reagan. She was fascinated by the loose wavy hairs that spread across Reagan's forehead down to her ear. She was fascinated by the way Reagan grinded her jaw when she was listening intently. She was fascinated by the little smirk Reagan did whenever she heard something that really resonated with her. And Amy was definitely fascinated by the twinkle in Reagan's eye as she drank in the information being fed to her.

Reagan lolled her head in Amy's direction causing Amy to immediately avert her attention toward the stage.

"You know you're supposed to be watching the lecture and not me right?" Reagan spoke in a hushed voice.

"Psh! I'm not looking at you, I'm looking past you! I'm looking for Karma." Amy replied defensively.

"Sure," Reagan nodded completely unconvinced. "Well this lecture is mandatory. So maybe you should stop looking past me and pay attention to the lecture." Reagan suggested turning her attention back to the front.

"Alright," Amy nodded looking at the stage for all of ten seconds before her eyes drifted back toward Reagan. But this time Reagan was prepared and looking directly at her, clearly pleased that she had caught Amy out.

"Looking past me huh?" Reagan smirked, eyeing Amy's now beetroot red face.

"I er- I gott- I gotta go to the bathroom." Amy stammered launching herself out of her seat. "Be right back."

Amy splashed her still reddening face with cold water, the heat eventually dying down and allowing her to concentrate. That lasted all of two seconds before the bathroom door swung open and almost knocked her to the ground.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't think you would be right behind the door," she apologised eyeing Amy's red sodden face. "Wait, are okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Amy waved. "Just trying to wake myself up, that's all."

"Okay, well, I just came to apologise. So."

Amy was clearly taken aback by this because Reagan felt the need to clarify exactly what she meant.

"For embarrassing you. I came to apologise for embarrassing you."

"Wha exactly are you apologising for…?"

"I don't know. I just feel kind of bad, you know. You literally shot out of your seat after turning bright red. I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that. So, I'm sorry."

"Why are you so fucking nice?" Amy whispered.

"Huh?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Amy repeated a little louder this time.

"Why wouldn't I be nice to you! You haven't done anything to hurt me….or is there something you're not telling me?"

"Wh- What? What do you mean? There is nothing to tell! I-"

"Woah, calm down I was kidding!" Reagan said, firmly grabbing Amy's arm to try and steady her. "Oh. You really don't look too good."

Amy shrugged violently out of Reagan's grip and bolted into the nearest stall, hot bile filling her throat at an alarming pace. She hardly ever threw up. Only in cases of extreme nerves. The last time she threw up she was 11 years old and had to give a presentation on bees in front of her class. And now here she was throwing up in front of the girl she had a raging crush on.

Reagan walked into the stall and crouched down beside Amy. "Wow. My jokes are that bad huh?"

The blonde attempted a laugh but ended up retching instead.

"Shhh just breathe," Reagan instructed pulling back Amy's hair with one hand and gently rubbing her back with the other.

Amy's body relaxed as she slumped over the toilet bowl and closed her eyes. This was not quite the way she had envisioned things to be. The setting and circumstance were entirely different but she didn't exactly hate what was happening right now.

"Better?"

"A little."

Reagan pulled Amy away from the toilet and propped her up against the stall wall. Silently she took Amy's wrist and applied pressure with her thumb and fingers.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked nervously. "I'm probably going to throw up on you if I don't get my head back in there."

Reagan said nothing. Just waited a moment until she saw relief flood over Amy's face.

"Wait. Why do I suddenly feel so much better?" Amy gasped in surprise.

"Acupressure. I used to be nauseous all the time as a kid." Reagan admitted. "A ball of anxiety just constantly throwing up. I didn't like taking the pills so my doctor taught me this trick. Pretty cool right?"

"Yeah...really cool." Amy muttered realising just how small the stall was and how Reagan was pretty much on top of her.

"You know who you like right now? That girl from the ring," Reagan laughed noticing Amy's hair. "Here," she pushed Amy's crazy hair out of her face with her free hand and carefully tucked it behind her ears. "Now you look like an upstanding member of society."

"Thanks..."

"What?" Reagan scoffed noticing that Amy was staring at her the same way she had done back in the auditorium.

"Nothing."

"Ohhh. Are you looking past me again?" Reagan smiled playfully.

"Very funny," Amy whispered, eyes still on the dark haired girl.

"But seriously. Do I have something on my face?"

"No, your face is fine."

"Then wh-"

The squeaking of the bathroom door interrupted the girls and Amy scrambled to her feet, shrugging Reagan from her grip and holding her breath as she heard someone occupy the vacant stall beside them.

"We should probably head back," Amy suggested quickly. "The lecture is mandatory right?"

"Amy you're giving me serious whiplash," Reagan complained climbing to her feet.

"We've missed enough already. We should really go." Amy insisted, sprinting out of the bathroom, desperately clutching at her wrist.