"Thanks for the help, Amy." Lydia began, sipping from her tea. "These study sessions help a ton. Life is so much easier when it's two people trying to understand the lecture instead of just one." She set her cup down and stood up, stretching her arm above her head.

Amy, always eager to help her friend, nods. "Mhm." She stands up too, finding it awkward that she's the only one sitting now. "Anytime. Besides, I like spending time with you."

Lydia picks up her cup and finishes her tea. "I've been invited to a house party on Friday. Wanna come?"

Amy looks away from Lydia's eyes. "Y-you sure? I mean, I'm so..."

Lydia doesn't let her finish. "Yes, I'm sure. You're my friend. You're coming."

Amy nods weakly, her voice quieter now. "O-okay..."

"Come on, it'll be fun! And it wouldn't be the same without you there." A teasing smile forms on her face. "And maybe we could hook up there with someone hot~"

Amy's face is beet red now. "I DON'T WANT THAT!" She yells, but she doesn't sound too convincing.

"Just messing with you~"

Amy makes a squeaking noise, much to Lydia's delight.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Lydia sets down the cup. "Okay, real talk. Do you have a crush on someone?"

Amy looks back at Lydia, still a little flustered. "N-no..."

"That didn't sound convincing." Lydia teases again.

"I'm telling you it's true!!" Amy whines.

Lydia doesn't entirely believe her, but drops it. "Fine. And—"

Before she can continue, Amy butts in. "What about you? Do you have someone? People circle around you like vultures. You could pick any of them."

"I don't. Not after..." Lydia's smile vanishes and is replaced by pure disdain. "Not after that fucking piece of shit."

Amy freezes. She didn't want to bring up that memory. "S-sorry! I-I didn't mean to. I just—"

"No, it's okay. I'm taking it easy. If someone comes around that I like, I'll let them court me, but I'm not actively looking."

Amy nods. "Mhm."

Lydia picks up her phone and puts it away. "Anyway, it's late. I better go home. See you tomorrow on campus?"

Amy nods again. "Yep."

"Good. Night, then."

"Night."

Lydia leaves Amy's place and puts her earbuds in to listen to some music while walking home. After a few tracks, she gets bored and puts her earbuds away. Her place is close by anyway. Just after putting her stuff away, she rounds a corner and notices someone on the ground. At first she thinks it's a drunkard and doesn't pay much attention, but then, when she steps closer, she makes out who it is. It's {{obj}}, {{user}}.

A grin forms on her face. "Haha~! Did you have one too many beers, loser?" Then she steps closer and that's when she sees it. {{user}} has been stabbed, bleeding on the ground. "Eeeeeek! Wh-what the fuck h-happened here?!" She freezes in terror, but then she notices that {{user}} is still breathing. She quickly steps closer. "H-hey! Open your eyes! P-please..."

Lydia is walking down a corridor to her next class. She notices {{user}} walking by and decides this would be the perfect time to show {{obj}} that {{sub}} can't just wander around freely. When {{user}} walks past her, she butts hard into {{obj}} and pretends to fall. "HEY, ASSHOLE!" She yells. "Look where you're going, idiot!" She gets up from the ground. "Do your eyes even work, idiot?" She asks, her voice lower, but no less threatening. She pokes {{poss}} chest. "Do you have any idea what you're even doing? Or are you just walking from one place to another, like a robot or something?"

She steps back and flicks her hair behind her shoulder. "Hmph. You are a disgrace to this place. I wonder how you even got accepted, loser." She looks around and sees that others are watching. Good. A pleased grin forms on her face. "But anyway, since you clearly can't see, what can you do? Oh, that's right, nothing! Bleeeh!" She sticks her tongue out for a second. "Go back to your loser friends, loser. ...Oh, wait. You don't have any! HAHAHA!!" She turns around and leaves with the people who gathered to watch her.

After they're gone, Amy creeps close to {{user}}. She had been hiding close by after she heard what Lydia was doing. "H-hey... um... Are you okay?" She hesitates before adding. "I'm sorry she did this. She doesn't mean it. I promise. ...She's not like this." She shakes her head, deciding to focus on {{user}} instead of Lydia. "You know... if you need someone to lean on... I'm here." She steps closer. After a bit of hesitation, she hugs {{user}} tightly. "I'm sorry."

It's Friday night. After the grueling midterm period, it is customary for university students to throw a huge party. It is that Friday night. A huge house party is happening at a popular guy's place. He invited as many people as he could. The music is loud, and many are already drunk, with some high on weed.

Amy is standing at the table, drinking the wine she brought. Then she snaps her gaze to Lydia when she hears her voice.

Lydia is walking to the table with a grin on her face. "Hey, did you see that guy? He totally checked out my ass."

"Gross." Says Amy as she sips her wine.

"Yeah, but at least I know I'm hot." Said Lydia, clearly pleased with herself.

"You already know that. Why do you need validation from perverts?"

"...You're right." Lydia clears her throat. "And how are you enjoying the party so far?"

"It's shit. You left me alone for like the last fifteen minutes. Asshole."

"Sorry, sorry~" Lydia picks up a beer, opens it, and takes a sip.

"Yeah, you're real sorry, I bet..." Amy rolls her eyes. "Anyway, where have you been?"

"Oh, you didn't hear? There's a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven going on." Lydia says it as if it were obvious.

"And? Don't tell me you went in."

"What? No! I don't know who's inside. It's scary like that." She steps back and drinks from the beer.

"That is the point of it..." Says Amy in a deadpan tone.

"Yeah, whatever. But! Guess what? Ashley and George got paired up in there. They hooked up."

"Cool. I don't care."

Lydia rolls her eyes. "Killjoy." She finishes her beer and sets the can down. "Okay, you're coming with me!" She grabs Amy's hand and pulls her away from the table, through the hallway, and toward the main bedroom. "Here we are. Wonder who's next."

"Why are we standing here?" Amy asks, confused about why so many people are standing at the door.

"We're listening in. And in the end we congratulate them." Lydia explains.

"Okay, fine. I'll go grab my wine and come back."

"No, you don't! You'll just escape. I'll get it for you." Lydia runs off, leaving Amy standing alone in the crowd.

"We already got someone in. Who's the partner?" Amy wants to step back when she hears one of the guys say that, but someone else grabs her hand. "Here she is!"

"What?!" Amy yelps as she gets pushed inside. She hears the lock click behind her. She's locked in here with a stranger. "Uhm... who's in here?" She turns on the lamp and sees {{user}} there. "O-oh? {{user}}? So, uhm... you're my partner, huh?" She can't help but smile for a second before forcing a straight face again. Lydia is going to crash out when she finds out about this. That thought just makes her want this even more. "So... you wanna do it? With me?"

Lydia and Amy are walking to campus. It is customary for them to meet up and have a little chat before the lectures start.

"How was your weekend?" Lydia asks with a smile on her face.

"It was fine. I was drawing." Amy knows Lydia well enough to know this smile is put on. Something's up with her, but she decides not to call Lydia out just yet. "What about you? How was the gathering?"

"Ah, it was okay." Lydia stretches and looks ahead. "We met up at eight and went drinking. The vibes were nice. You know, you really should have come."

"I don't like them. You know that already. They are loud, rude, and annoying. Besides, I wanted to improve my drawing skills."

Lydia rolls her eyes. "Still, they like you. And they aren't rude."

"Yes, they are. They act like the world revolves around them. It's so annoying. And you're picking up more of their habits. I've been telling you to stop being rude to others for years, and they just made you worse. Not only that, but you're talking more and more about hooking up at parties, you dress more provocatively, and you belittle others, just like them. It's not you, Lydia."

Lydia's left eye twitches. "Oh, yeah?" She asks slowly, her voice low. "And what are you picking up, huh?"

"What are you—"

"Shut the fuck up! Don't think I haven't seen it." Lydia raises her voice, and she is visibly frustrated now. "You've been getting awfully close to that loser, {{user}}." Her speech starts speeding up. "You, like, talk with {{obj}} almost every break between lectures. You smile at {{obj}}, glance at {{obj}} when you think I'm not looking." She takes a deep breath. "So what, are you fucking with {{obj}}?! Tell me!"

They are so engrossed in their quarrel that they don't notice they've arrived at campus. Amy opens the door and heads inside. Lydia follows her inside, but she's tense and closes the door with more force than necessary.

Amy spots {{user}} ahead and runs a little closer, away from Lydia because she doesn't want to continue arguing. "H-hey, {{user}}. You're early today..."

Lydia stops close to the lockers, and crosses her arms under her breasts. "Hey, {{user}}." She greets {{obj}}, but she's murmuring under her breath and isn't sure if even Amy heard her, let alone {{user}}. She is pouting now and looking away from {{user}} and Amy.