"What the hell?" Reagan muttered to herself as she returned to her seat. Amy had snatched her things and moved to a seat much further away from her. She discreetly sniffed her armpits and determined that she didn't smell offensive so for the life of her she couldn't figure out what Amy's deal was.

Amy kept her eyes firmly to the front, ignoring the glare that was being given to her and eventually Reagan's eyes drifted back toward the lecture. Amy breathed a sigh of relief feeling the pressure lift from her chest - at least momentarily, because she was sure it would be back ten times as worse at some point.

The tables had turned. This time it was Reagan who was staring at Amy for the rest of the lecture - probably trying to figure out what the fuck was happening - no - definitely trying to figure out what the fuck was happening.

This was not the plan. The plan for college was to keep her head down and get it over and done with. No drama, no relationships and definitely no crushes on girls who look mean, dress in all black but have a good heart. She struggled with same sex attraction - yes 'same sex attraction' because Amy would not admit to herself that she was a lesbian. She admitted to herself that she liked girls but she buried everything else to-do with that fact, including labels. Amy highly suspected that it had something to do with Karma. College was supposed to be 'a fresh start' and that apparently included erasing her sexuality. So here she was messing with this amazing girls head simply because she couldn't let go of her college fantasy.

The lecture ended and the auditorium burst into applause, after the applause had petered out hundreds of students started making their way toward the exit. Amy deliberately took the longest route so that she would get lost in the crowd. When she spotted Reagan, Reagan wasn't searching for her, instead she was wrapped up in Aspen who was beside her speaking animatedly - presumably about the lecture because Aspen had been one of the first people to ask questions as soon as it was allowed.

When Amy exited the hall she was relieved to find out Reagan was nowhere to be seen but Karma definitely was. And predictably she was lip locked with Jonah, blocking everyone's path and generally being annoying. Kind of an apt description for Karma right now.

While rolling her eyes Amy pried their faces apart. "Sorry to interrupt the tongue fest but I need to speak to my best friend. So...go away please."

"See you later babe," Jonah smirked slapping Karma's ass as he slid past.

"Do I even wanna ask?"

"We're dating."

"Oh, is that what you call it?" Amy replied unconvinced. Karma had a habit of jumping to conclusions and Amy was almost certain that dating had not been discussed - if it had she would not have heard the last of it.

"So what was so important that you had to interrupt us?" Karma asked, annoyed and flustered.

Amy shifted awkwardly, squeezing her eyes closed and forcing down her disgust as she tried to find the words.

"Amy!?"

"You know the guy you won't stop going on about? The one you want to so desperately want to set me up with?"

"James?"

"Yeah him. I'm finally ready to start dating, so….make it happen."

"Waitttt...what changed your mind?" Karma frowned suspiciously. It seemed odd that after months of flat out rejecting her offer, Amy was suddenly interested. Very interested.

"Nothing," Amy replied defensively. "Can't a girl change her mind?"

"Of course you can, it just seems weird that you are suddenly so gung-ho about this."

"Karma please just make this happen for me," Amy pleaded desperately as she caught a glimpse of Reagan heading to her next class. "Asap."

Reagan sighed internally as she watched Amy actively avoid her for what felt like the hundredth time that week. Ever since the bathroom incident Amy had been so obviously avoiding her and keeping any interaction to a few words or less.

"She being weird again?" Clementine asked noticing Reagan's frustration.

"Yeah... It's not like I care or anything but it's been almost a month of this nonsense. I just want to know what I did wrong. I hate not knowing things."

"That's what I like about you." Clementine chirped. "You have a thirst for knowledge that is greater than mine. I would date you so frickin' hard if I wasn't a slave to awkward boys with thin limbs."

"Thanks Clem."

"But then again you are pretty androgynous when you feel like it, so maybe it could work between us? I could probably swing it. Maybe if me and Francis break up we can give it a shot."

Reagan let out a small chuckle. "So I'm your backup plan?"

"Ah, come on. You're number one always. You know that." Clementine cooed. "So, are you gonna eat that brownie?"

"Oh. You're just buttering me up for my brownie. I see how it is." Reagan laughed. "Yeah, take it. You're drool is practically all over it anyway."

"Oh my god. Thank you." Clementine squealed shoving the entire block into her mouth.

"A threesome? Don't mind if I do!," Aspen grinned sliding in beside Reagan and draping her arm lazily across her shoulder. "What's up Cee?

Clementine nodded vigorously pointing to her still full mouth.

"She's eating my brownie," Reagan explained.

"Ow! I thought I was the only one doing that." Aspen teased with a mock pout, which in turn caused Reagan to almost choke on her own spit.

"For god's sake Aspen," Reagan groaned. "Tell the whole canteen why don't you."

"I would. But I'm not one to brag."

"Oh how noble of you," Reagan droned sarcastically.

"Do you know you get kind of rude when you're embarrassed? Not a big deal but it's something to consider," Aspen pointed out.

Reagan raised an eyebrow, flicked through her mental rolodex and realised that Aspen was in fact correct, but said nothing.

"Hey Francis," Clementine grinned patting the seat beside her. "What took you?"

"Sorry!" he replied in a ragged sigh, pulling an inhaler from his bag and speaking between puffs. "I...was..working on a project...and lost...track of time."

Clementine reached into her bag and pulled out a crisp brown bag handing it to Francis. He took it gratefully and took long drawn out deep breaths into the bag, eventually calming down. When he was done Francis folded the bag and handed it back to Clementine looking a little sheepish.

"You okay?" she asked lacing her fingers between his.

Francis nodded wordlessly still feeling a little embarrassed about having an asthma attack in front of the entire canteen - even though no one even batted an eyelid.

"You guys are so fucking adorable," Aspen grinned giving Reagan's shoulder an unintentional squeeze in her giddy state.

"Er, thank you. So are you two. If you don't mind me saying."

"Psh. We aren't together. Does it look like we're together?" Reagan accused.

"Well, I mean...kind of...yeah." Francis bumbled.

"Me and her? She wishes. Never. Not in a million years!"

"Oh, sorry...I didn't mean to offend."

"I want more brownies, do you think they have any left?" Clementine mused completely oblivious to the change in atmosphere.

"Great idea! We should go and look, be right back" Francis said, quickly pulling Clementine to her feet and pushing her toward the serving area, desperate to get out of the awkward situation he had created.

"Okay, that was kind of hurtful and unnecessary" Aspen admitted withdrawing her arm from Reagan's shoulder.

"Fuck! I did it again didn't I?" Reagan sighed dropping her head into her hands. "I didn't mean that. I'm just…..ugh...I think you might be right...about what you said earlier. About me getting weird when I'm embarrassed. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. You can make it up to me later."

"You're just doing it on purpose now."

Amy stared across the canteen for what felt like the fiftieth time in the last five minutes, she deliberately made sure she was situated far enough away that Reagan wouldn't be able to feel the intensity of her stare. And clearly it was working because Reagan had only looked at her once since she entered the canteen - which kind of made Amy upset? A few weeks ago Reagan would have spent most of her time throwing her confused glances and now as time went on she barely glanced her way. And Amy knew that she had no right to feel upset about it, how could she? She was the one who was actively avoiding Reagan and keeping contact to minimum. So how dare she have the nerve to feel a burning in her stomach when she saw the way Aspen had her arm draped across Reagan's shoulder? How dare she feel jealous of Clementine because Reagan willingly gave her the best thing on the school's food menu? How dare she feel anything at about the things Reagan was doing? It should be none of her concern. It was none of her concern.

"Earth to Amy?...Amy!" Karma sang slamming the table to get her attention.

"Hm? What?"

"Double date. Me and Jonah. You and James." Karma repeated drawing a square between the four of them.

"Yeah, what do you think?" a voice piped up beside her.

Amy turned her head slightly to the left and it suddenly occurred to her that she had completely forgotten that James had been sitting next to her the entire time.

James was nice enough, he was polite, understanding and most of all patient. But he just didn't get it. He didn't notice the way that Amy slightly recoiled when he touched her too softly. Or that when they were 'making out' he was the only one doing the kissing. The only thing Amy was fine with was when he held her hand, she was pretty neutral about that. His hands were too big and a little too rough but it was fine overall. To Amy this whole 'relationship' felt like the mutual one she had entered with Oliver in high school but only this time they weren't on the same page, someone didn't get the memo. And why would he? Amy hadn't exactly opened up to James and had no intention to. The goal was to just appear as 'normal' as possible. Whatever that meant anyway.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"We were thinking about that local diner down the road." James explained. "It's close enough and pretty cheap. You in?"

"Oh yeah. We should totally do that. Sounds like fun."

"Cool," Jonah declared. "I'm just gonna go ask Francis if he wants to come with. And...Reagan and her friend?"

"You don't have to do that," Karma scoffed.

"Yeah, you really don't." Amy agreed, her palms becoming increasingly moist as she panicked slightly. "I'm sure she has other things going on."

"Well how will we know without asking her?" Jonah argued. "I'll be back in a second."

Amy watched anxiously as Jonah approached the table. It was weird, she was hoping that Reagan would reject his invitation but at the same time secretly wanted her to come along. It was making her head hurt and Amy saw it as the perfect opportunity to get the hell out of dodge.

"I'm getting a bit of a headache. I'm gonna go and have a nap before it gets any worse. I'll catch up with you later okay?" Amy apologised placing a chaste kiss to James' cheek before practically running out the door.

"Yo Francis. We're all going to the diner after class. Kind of a double date thing. You wanna come with?...And you guys as well. If you want." Jonah added shrugging toward Reagan and Aspen.

"Oh, we're not dat-"

Aspen cut Reagan off before she could finish, "Are you paying?"

"Sure."

"Then I'm in, with or without her." Aspen decided. "I don't mind being the eighth wheel or whatever."

"Francis?"

"We'll be there. I mean, if you wanna go," he clarified turning to Clementine. "You wanna go?"

"The day I turn down free food is the day I am dead in my coffin. You in Rae?"

"Okay, sure why not. " Reagan shrugged. You gotta be a psychopath to turn down free food right?"

"Alright then!" Jonah clapped, "Foods on me. See you guys after classes."

Reagan glanced across the canteen and noticed the obvious absence of a certain someone. She wasn't sure when Amy had left, infact she had no idea that she had left at all. Did she leave before the diner discussion or afterwards? Was she coming along or staying behind? All Reagan knew was that this was probably her one shot to get Amy alone and figure out what she had done wrong. It didn't matter what the answer was. All that mattered was she would finally get peace of mind.