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Amy chewed on the end of her pen as she poured over her calculus textbook. A spiral notebook also sat on her lap as she thought about the answer to the problem she was currently studying.
She was sitting in the library on campus, relaxing in one of the cozy chairs set up in the center of the space.
"Hey..." a voice called softly, and the redhead looked up to see a smiling Stacy, the leggy blonde taking a seat in the chair beside her.
"Hi, Stacy...What's up?"
"Oh, I just got out of my philosophy class..." the tall blonde said. "Professor Calloway is so cool!"
"Calloway?" Amy questioned, and she dug into her bag for her program card. "That name sounds so familiar...I think I have him for one of my classes, too..." Then, she looked over the small paper, nodding. "Uh huh...I have him for my history class...I have that at two-fifteen."
"Good...you'll like him. He comes off as a little brusque at first, but you can see that he really loves teaching, and that he cares about his students."
"As all teachers should..." the redhead said, then sighed. "I hope I can make it through this calculus class without having to drop it."
"If you need any help, you're always welcome to come to me - I've always been pretty proficient in math..." Stacy offered.
"Thanks, I'll probably need it...Listen, Stace," Amy said, closing her books and slipping them into her backpack, "I'm gonna grab some lunch - want to come?"
"I can't..." the blonde said with a shrug. "I have to go see the dean in a few..."
"What for?" The redhead hadn't meant to be nosy and just blurt out the question like that, but she was damned curious.
"It's...well, Dean McMahon sent a note to Professor Calloway during class, and..." Stacy shifted her brown eyes down for a beat. "She wants to ask me some questions..."
"Oh..." was all Amy said in response. Based on the other girl's answer, Stacy didn't seem like she wanted to offer anymore information, so she wouldn't press her. She wanted to ask what kind of questions the blonde was referring to, and what the topic of them could be, but she restrained herself. The leggy young woman was looking sort of uncomfortable as it was, and she didn't want to add to that feeling. Stacy had seemed jumped ever since the day before, when they'd been at the bleachers during football practice.
"Well," she said, rising to her feet, "I'll see you later. And good luck with Dean McMahon..."
"Thanks...Later, Amy..." Stacy called after her new friend.
When the redhead was gone, the tall young woman crossed her legs to get comfortable and leaned slightly back in her chair. She checked her watch, seeing that she still had a few minutes to kill. The dean's office was downstairs in this very building, so she needn't hurry.
Stacy had closed her eyes for a brief moment, so when she opened them again, she was startled to see someone standing directly in front of her.
"Hey, sorry...Easy there...I didn't mean to startle you..."
"It's okay..." the blonde said, one hand pressed to her chest. She forced a smile for the young man. "I just...Well, I didn't hear you come over, Shane..."
Shane McMahon's face brightened with a cheery smile...