Amy glanced over at Karma's blanket covered body.

"Aren't you going to class?"

Karma pulled the blanket tight over her head. "I went a little overboard at the dorm party yesterday," she groaned.

"You've been doing that a lot lately. You haven't been to class in three days." Amy pointed out, pulling back the blanket and holding out a glass of water.

Karma sat up groggily, leaning heavily on the wall behind her before reaching for the water. "Exactly, so one more day won't hurt." Karma whispered before downing the entire glass in a few gulps.

"So…you're not coming then?" Amy asked already knowing the answer.

Karma shook her head in response and Amy sighed grabbing her backpack from her bed before closing the door behind her.

They had both changed a lot since Hester. Karma had eventually forgiven Amy and Liam but they were no longer as close as they once were. Liam and Karma did try to rekindle what they once had but the betrayal was too much for Karma and Liam decided that ultimately it would be better if he went to work with his dad full time. Amy and Karma had eventually muddled through and found themselves in a good place but they had split off into different paths. Karma had become very social, making new friends, drinking, attending parties. Amy had become withdrawn, focusing on computers, mathematics and science. They had always planned to go to the same college, but it was by pure coincidence that they ended up sharing a dorm. Life was funny like that.

Amy ducked into her next class, computer science. She shared a few polite exchanges with her fellow classmates before dropping her bag on the seat next to her, arranging her books and settling behind her computer waiting for Miss Pearson to begin the lesson.

Miss Pearson was one of those quirky teachers you would refer to as 'a cat lady'. Her go to outfit included clogs, a long brown skirt that swished around her ankles, and a red knitted jumper with the sleeves pushed up. She wore lime, thick rimmed, round glasses that sat on the edge of her nose, her hair was a short curly bob that would wobble whenever she moved her head and whenever she smiled she would reveal a row of crooked teeth. Karma found her creepy but Amy loved her, so did the rest of the class.

"Good morning class. Today we will be finishing off where we left off. So just pull up your program and-"

Everyone turned their attention to the creaking of the class room door and the unfamiliar girl stepping through it. Amy did a double take and her stomach flipped when she laid eyes on the girl swaying awkwardly in the front of the class. She wore all black clothing. A black hooded leather jacket, a black t-shirt, black jeans and black combat boots which were partially laced. She had olive skin and black hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail. Her large lips formed a natural pout, her dark almond shaped eyes scanned the room curiously - briefly landing on Amy before moving on.

"Am I correct in assuming you are Reagan?" Miss Pearson asked.

Reagan nodded, pursing her lips.

"Alrighty. Take a seat. I will give you an exercise to complete during this period. After class come to me and I will catch you up fully. Understood?"

Reagan stepped forward but hesitated when she realised there were no seats in sight.

Amy waved meekly to grab Reagan's attention and then pointed at the seat next to her to indicate that it was free. She removed her bag from the seat and rearranged her books so that they were not spilling over into the space next to her.

"Thanks," Reagan acknowledged, the smallest of smiles gracing her lips before she settled down and turned her attention to the computer in front of her. Butterflies erupted in Amy's stomach and she squirmed, uncomfortable with the sensation she hadn't felt in a long time.

Reagan didn't look or speak to Amy for the rest of the lesson but she did speak to Miss Pearson, that was when Amy realised the girl was blessed with the most distinct voice she had ever heard. It was raspy and rough but soft spoken at the same time, a weird juxtaposition but a voice Amy was enthralled by. Try as she might Amy didn't end up doing much of her work, which was very much out of character for her. Instead she spent most of the lesson stealing glances of Reagan's profile, watching the way Reagan frowned when she came across a difficult equation, the way her eyes vigorously scanned the equation numerous times before she made an attempt to solve it, the way her lips would pout a split second before they would curl into a smirk when she solved said equation. If Reagan noticed Amy boring holes into the side of her head she didn't show any hint of it.

Much too soon (for Amy) the lesson was over. She gathered her things excruciatingly slowly, taking the longest time to log out of her computer and put her books away. As the last few kids funnelled out of the door Amy stole a glance of Reagan who was now leaning on Miss Pearson's desk. When Reagan looked toward her Amy quickly looked toward the ground almost running into the door in the process. Laughing nervously Amy avoided looking at Reagan as she shuffled quickly out of the room.

Once she was out the classroom Amy leaned against the wall throwing her head toward the ceiling taking a few deep breathes to compose herself. This was the first time in a while that a girl had caused her to feel this nervous. Reagan hadn't said two words to her but yet Amy was intrigued. It was scary and exciting at the same time. It was exhilarating. A feeling Amy hadn't felt in a while.

Amy was too deep in her thoughts to notice the tell tale creaking of the classroom door and Reagan exiting the classroom.

"Woah, sorry." Reagan apologised as she crashed into the back of Amy.

Amy quickly spun around, "Oh don't worry it's fi-"

Reagan's brow creased in confusion as she was met with a rambling Amy.

"Erm I'm sorry I- I gotta go." Amy squeaked pushing past Reagan and walking quickly toward her dorm.

Reagan watched Amy's retreating figure with a bemused expression. 'What a weirdo.'