Amy's heart sank as the bell rang indicating the end of class. There was no escaping it, there was no escaping her. Unless….

No.

Any chance of escaping to her dorm was hindered by the fact that James was waiting outside her class. It was a cute thing he did. Or it would have been if it wasn't such a thorn in Amy's side. Like when she wanted to be alone and he insisted on walking her everywhere, or right now for instance when she wanted to sneak off to her dorm but he was literally blocking her path.

"Hey babe, ready to eat?"

"You know what. I need to grab something from my dorm. So. I'll catch up with you?"

"I'll come wit-"

"No. It's personal. Girls stuff."

"Oh...okay. I guess I'll see you there then."

Amy breathed a sigh of relief as James placed a kiss on her cheek and left. She always breathed a sigh of relief when he left.

With her head down Amy powered toward her dorm room, making sure not to stop or slow down for anyone or anything, making sure to take the long way to the dorm incase of being spotted. All was going well, Amy was about to make it through the door - until the door almost hit her in the face.

"Amy!? What are you doing, we're going to be late!" Karma huffed.

"I er- I came to get my...sunglasses. What are you doi-"

Amy's question was answered when she spotted Jonah around the corner of the door hastily buttoning up his jeans.

"Ew."

"What? Don't like what you see?" Jonah smirked. "Here, I think these are what you're looking for."

Amy cringed as he tossed her sunglasses over to her. She had no idea where his hands had been and now he had taken away her excuse for staying behind in her dorm.

"Aimes come on! We are going to be late!"

"Yeah well maybe if you weren't busy doing….whatever it was you were doing we wouldn't need to rush. Would we?"

"Can we just go please!" Karma sighed tugging a reluctant Amy down the hallway.

"Is this for you, or are you ordering for everyone else as well?" Reagan asked as plates of food kept making their way to the table.

"Listen, if someone is going to buy you food. You take advantage of it. Simple as that." Aspen said as she rearranged the food in front of her.

"There's taking advantage and then there is taking the piss."

"Reagan complaining about food?" Aspen mock gasped. "That's a literal first."

"Har Har. Very funny."

Clementine noticed that something wasn't quite right with Reagan. Aspen was right, Reagan never complained about food. And overall she didn't look that thrilled to be here. It had been this way for a few weeks if Clementine was being honest with herself. "You alright Rae?"

"Yeah I'm good. Just need to go bathroom. Make sure no one takes my seat?"

"You got it."

Reagan ran the cold tap and slumped over the sink. Clementine and Aspen were right, she was off, even though they hadn't said it directly it was implied and rightly so. Nervousness wasn't an emotion that Reagan usually expressed but she was really feeling it right now. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Amy hadn't made it abundantly clear that she was avoiding her. That was the problem really, the avoidance. Contrary to popular belief Reagan did actually care what people thought of her. Well not really, she just didn't like people thinking she was a bad person. And she definitely hated not knowing things. So this whole Amy debacle was an absolute nightmare. Reagan splashed her face with the cold water, hoping to shock the nervousness out of her system - it didn't help much. Sighing again Reagan returned back to her slumping position over the sink, it wasn't as if the food was going to run out - not at the rate Aspen was ordering it anyway. A few minutes more wouldn't hurt.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief when she entered the diner. Reagan's friends were here, but she was not. So far so good.

"Wow, you've already ordered for us? That's nice!" Jonah grinned as he took a seat.

"What? No!" Aspen growled. "This is for me!"

"Oh really? I love a girl with a healthy appetite." Jonah smirked as he watched Aspen take a large bite of her cheeseburger.

"What are you a feeder?" Aspen mumbled. "Fuck off dude."

"Wow. What a catch." Amy deadpanned while deliberately looking at Karma.

"Boys will be boys. If you had a boyfriend you would know that."

"I'm going to the bathroom. Maybe when I get back you will have grown a back bone?"

"She's right you know," Aspen nodded at Amy's retreating figure. "You guys appear to be dating but yet he is clearly flirting with me and is interested in my mate Reagan. Dump him."

"Err hello...I'm right here."

Aspen shrugged while taking a large slurp of her banana milkshake. "So?"

The door flew open with such force Reagan was almost certain her head would have been severed if she standing a few inches closer.

"Dejavu much," Reagan remarked as Amy stepped into the bathroom.

Amy's heart sank as she laid eyes on Reagan. All those weeks of careful avoidance were all a waste of time because here they were alone - again. And there was no way Amy wanted to be alone with Reagan right now, at anytime really because Amy was absolutely terrified of what would happen, what she would do.

"What are you doing in here?" Amy hissed.

"Oh, I thought I'd do a little studying, take a nap. You?"

"I'm serious!"

"Using the fucking bathroom Amy. What else?"

Amy recoiled a little at Reagan's use of her name. She still couldn't get used to it. Especially since it was coated with a what seemed like a tinge of anger.

"Were you waiting for me? Is that why you're in here?"

"You really need to get over yourself. You know that?"

"What!?" Amy scoffed folding her arms defensively across her chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you need to get over yourself! How much simpler can I put it? Grow some balls and tell me what I did wrong!"

"Huh?"

Reagan sighed, rubbing her face to calm herself down and compose herself.

"Look, I just want to know what I did wrong. That's all. Ever since that day at the lecture you have been really weird with me. Avoiding me. Refusing to speak more than a couple of words to me. What gives?"

Amy hung her head guiltily, unable to look Reagan in the eye.

"Is it something I've done? Please tell me so I can stop worrying about it. It's giving me a serious migraine."

"No," Amy sighed. "It's not you okay. It's...me."

"Ugh."

"I know, I know. It's cliché, but it's the god's honest truth."

Well partly. In a way it was Reagan's fault - not that Amy was going to tell her that. Amy wasn't going to tell her how she thought about her pretty much all of the time. Or how her heart would flutter whenever she caught a glimpse of her. Or how she really really wanted to kiss her right now.

"Well this is really….anti-climactic." Reagan admitted. "Really underwhelming actually."

"Sorry I couldn't make it more exciting for you."

"Are you sure that's all? Hate to push this but it feels as if there is something else you are burying. Do you want to elaborate? It's okay if you don't."

"I'd rather not."

"That's okay," Reagan nodded. "Woo. What a relief."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great. I feel like a giant weight has been lifted off my chest you know? Like I can finally breathe. I know it sounds a little dramatic….that's because it is." Reagan acknowledged. "But still. Alright. I'm gonna go grab some food before Aspen eats it all."

"See you out there," Amy smiled.

Amy breathed a heavy sigh once Reagan had left. Fanning her face to try and calm herself down. She was jealous. The way Reagan was feeling right now was exactly the way she wanted to feel. She wanted to finally feel like she could breathe, like she didn't have to be walking on egg shells, like her chest wasn't being constricted when she thought about how much she loved and wanted to be with girls. But she was scared. Absolutely terrified. And it made her mad. Pissed her off.

Without thinking Amy pulled back her fist and smashed it straight into the mirror in front of her. The glass crunched beneath her knuckles as she repeatedly punched at it.

"Hey babe, you okay in there?" a voice boomed into the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Amy lied as she flexed her knuckles and watched intently as beads of blood gushed from her fingers. "I'll be out in a minute okay?"

Amy ran the cold tap over her knuckles and cleaned them up the best she could. They hurt - but in a good way. And maybe that was the kind of distraction she needed for when she was sat next to her 'boyfriend' while simultaneously sitting across from the girl of her dreams.