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a tangle of computer wires and cables

The computer class is breaking up and students are streaming out. Krystal is almost packed when she sees Oscar and Maggie with their heads bent together, already packed up. Oscar glances over at her, looking at her funny. OMG, he better not be thinking about hitting on her. She is so not into these pasty white geeks. Especially not arrogant jerks like Oz, thinks he’s so charming when he’s really only pretentious.

Kate slides into the seat usually occupied by Adam.

“What’s up?” Krystal asks Kate.

“Just wanted to ask you something.”

Kate glances around, pleased to see that the class has left them with the room to themselves.

“Sure. Just make it quick, I’ve got to get some stuff together for a meeting with my faculty adviser.”

Maggie nods her head. “It can be quick. I wanted to ask you…” Maggie studies Krystal’s face and decides to hit her with it full on. “How could you lie about dying?”

Kate notes that Krystal hasn’t even flinched.

Krystal says, “I didn’t lie to you. Why would anybody lie about something like that? You dragged it out of me, Maggie. And honestly, this isn’t in very good taste.”

Kate says, “Come on, Christine, if it didn’t work the first time why did you think it’d work this time?”

Krystal realizes the game is up. That fucking Dave. She knew he’d ruin everything. “It did work the first time. And it would have worked this time too if you boneheads would have told him. God what a bunch of losers I confided in.”

Maggie just stares at her in shock. “You… don’t think you did anything wrong.”

Krystal stares back. “Of course I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t take your money. I didn’t punch you out. All I did was take you into my confidence.”

“Yeah, it was a confidence trick alright,” agrees Maggie.

“No it wasn’t. I didn’t con you out of any money, I just I told you stuff that any real friend would have passed along to the man I loved as a kindness. But you couldn’t even get that right.”

Maggie just stares. “We were respecting your wishes.”

Krystal glares at her a minute before saying, “Bullshit. A real friend would have told Jose how awesome I was and how I needed him. A real friend would have helped me.”

Maggie shakes her head. “I guess you don’t understand respect. Any more than you understand about real friendship.”

Krystal laughs harshly. “You bitches just better be careful about spreading any slander about me. My Dad’s a lawyer and I’ll make sure you pay for it if you do.”

Maggie says, “The legal defense against slander is truth, and we have that on our side.”

Krystal glowers. “You think? I haven’t admitted a thing.”

“You told me that you were dying.” Maggie says.

“Isn’t everybody?”

“You said you had an inoperable brain tumor…”

Krystal stares at her. “Says you.”

“You did say that.”

Krystal laughs. “I think it would boil down to a classic case of she says she says in a court of law. It could go either way so you’d better not try it. My Dad would take you to the cleaners. Not that he’d get much out of you losers.”

Kate shakes her head ruefully. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing that. Especially since your mother busted you the last time. Even if your father really is a lawyer I doubt he’d risk his livelihood helping you commit perjury.”

“That shows how much you know.” Krystal stands up.

Maggie stands up too, staring at this woman she has lost sleep over, ached over, cared about, this woman she thought was a friend. Maggie says, “Do what you want, Krystal, Christine, whatever the hell your name is, but I won’t stand by and let you hurt anyone else with your lies.”

Krystal glares back defiantly. “You can’t make me leave Christie. I have the right to be here.”

“That’s up to you. But if I hear about you spreading any more lies I will bust you to the whole school. Understand?”

Krystal draws herself up. “You think? I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind. I might have to tell people about how Nick put the moves on me.”

Maggie is aghast at this threat but Kate laughs out loud. “Go go right ahead Christine. If you think you can find one person who’ll believe it more power to you. I think you’re just going to find yourself in a world of trouble girl.”

“You’re not such hot shit Kate. You’re just jealous of me.”

Kate snorts derisively, stepping closer to Krystal, getting in her face. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

“The only thing to ‘get’ is away from you losers.”

“You stepped over the line. You’ve been outed. Enough people know about your BS that any attempt at a smear campaign will backfire on you so big that you won’t have any choice but to leave the school. It might already be too late. You’re on probation. Step over the line and the sky will fall.”

Krystal glares at Kate. “You are so enjoying this.”

Kate grins, crossing her arms, “You know, I am, Christine. I am enjoying this.”

“What a bitch.” Krystal grabs her things and stomps out.

Maggie simply slumps back down into her chair. Kate turns to her friend. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. No. I guess … I guess I didn’t really believe it. Intellectually, yeah, sure. But emotionally? How could someone do something like that. I mean she is supposed to be our friend but it was all bullshit to get her the guy she wants? How could she do that?”

“Classic definition of a sociopath.” Kate says, “I think she made it pretty clear the only person she cares about is herself. We aren’t real to her.”

“You got that right. I saw it. But I still don’t hardly believe it. It’s incredible, she didn’t even really try to deny it.”

“She was expecting it, Maggie. I’ll bet you anything she saw Dave with Adam. That would explain why she skipped the meeting the other night. Lets just cut class. Go to a movie or something.”

“Or something. Hey, you know Stu said there’s supposed to be some great pinball palace downtown.”

“Pinball?”

“Yeah, they’re like really cool mechanical arcade games. They’re great ’cause you get to hit the machines.”

“That sounds cool. Where is this place.”

Oscar pops his head in. “Got it all.”

Kate looks up, “What?”

Grinning, Oscar says, “I made a surveillance video.”

“You recorded that?”

Oscar nods. “It may do no good in a court of law but it will provide excellent corroboration should Miss Krys try anything else.”

“We were thinking of calling it a day and going to play pinball. Wanna come?”

Oscar nods. “Sure. But first I think we need to find Jake.”

“Will he believe it?”

“He will when he sees the video.”

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looking past a tree trunk into the autumn woods

Although quite close to the roadway, the traffic noise is almost nonexistent due to the thick stand of trees. The path meanders through the woods, interspersed every so often with concrete stanchions bearing street lights. Even with cast off leaves providing a colorful carpet there’s still more than enough evergreen stuff to muffle sound. Except for the occasional crunching as people hurry along the path.

At least the stump is still here.

Oh look, all the cigarette butts have been cleaned up. Very thoughtful of the police. Still, given a choice. he’d be anywhere but here. But there really isn’t a choice.

Resting his elbows on his knees deep in the forest shadow he takes a drag on the joint he lit just a moment ago. He hears giggling and tenses but then relaxes. Just a bunch of girls.

He doesn’t want them. He only needs one. Just one. The one that’s got him by the balls and won’t let go. He draws on the joint, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs and letting it out slow, watching expelled smoke drift upward through the trees. Not too much foot traffic. It’s getting too cold. He rocks a little, rubs his arms. She should be along momentarily.

After all, it’s skive Thursday. Barbie always did cut the last class so she could get her salon hit. A girl needs to get her nails done.

He is breathing heavily now, the corners of his mouth twitching as he waits. The spliff is done. He carefully stubs it out on an empty matchbook, then places it in an envelope in his inside breast pocket.

Looking down, he sees they haven’t just swept, they’ve scraped off a layer of dirt from around the tree stump. He scuffs the bits of ash into the dirt. No DNA from ash. He smiles, tucking his hands into his armpits.

Footsteps. Glancing at his watch he knows it could be her. No talking. It isn’t like she has friends. An entourage maybe. Fans. High heels clattering. Good. He stands up. He can see her beautiful golden hair, floating in a cloud. Never dressed warmly enough for the weather. She goes around the curve of the path and he steps forward to follow her.

He’s ready. He knows it’s now or never. Increasing speed, closing the gap between them. He can tell just when she hears him, she tenses and increases her speed just a little. He smiles. How fast can you go in those stupid shoes though.

As he continues to close the gap he watches the way the heels make her butt move. Sensual.

Maybe that’s all it was. Shoes.

Suddenly she stops, and whirls around to face him, Her hand is extended toward him, arm straight. What has she got pointed at him… oh, mace. Time to play. He stops. Draws back, raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey, it’s just me.” he says. She lowers her hand, looking over at him.

Barbie shakes her head at her foolishness when she recognizes him. She smiles an automatic greeting. Good. She feels foolish. Guilty. Use it.

“Where are you going?” asks Barbie.

“I’m just starting a part time job. Um, could I…..?” He wiggles his hands above his head, reminding her she has the drop on him.

“Oh sorry, Jose.” Barbie grins. “Sorry, you gave me a scare.” She stuffs the mace tube in her pocket.

He shakes his head. “That’s okay. I gotta hurry if I’m gonna make the bus.” He fingers the scarf in his pocket as he starts to pass her, but she reaches up and touches him.

“I can give you a ride.”

He stops and turns to face her. “Okay.” He can feel his heart pounding. He looks down at her. She’s smiling up at him, lips parted. She’s so beautiful he can hardly breathe. He places his hands on her shoulders and bends down and kisses her. She responds with a passion that overwhelms him and for one brief shining moment it is enough.

The kiss deepens and she closes her eyes and pushes in closer to him, rubbing her body against his, hard, like an animal in heat. He’s tempted. Last week it would have been everything.

Not anymore. His hands slide across her shoulders and encircle her neck. Her eyes fly open when he starts to squeeze.

He can see the terror in her eyes… she has learned enough anatomy to know that this pressure will at the least render her unconscious.

He feels the power as he continues the kiss, but now it’s lost all pretense; it’s an honest straightforward violation as his lips block her mouth from screaming and his tongue retracts from the attack launched by her teeth.

Still, he maintains the pressure, keeping her mouth sealed. He notices that her hands have been scrabbling at him. The impacts of her ineffectual fists are muffled by the thickness of his coat. She tries to kick him, twist, pull away but he can see that she knows she’s losing it here… she is not getting enough air… her resistance is waning, her strength trickling away.

He feels triumphant as her ungloved hands flutter up toward him in supplication. He’s starting to smile when the fluttering hands transform into talons and rake the sides of his face. The sting is sharp, he can feel wetness on his cheek. Grimly he tightens his grip ignoring the pain and she slumps. Finally. He opens his hands allowing her to slip through his fingers, and fall into a rag doll sprawl in the mud.

He looks down at her laying there, legs splayed, skirt hiked up, undone jacket only partially covering her. He runs his palms down his cheeks and comes away bloody.

Bitch scratched him.

He kneels and slides his hands under her armpits, trying to get a grip, but at best it’s an awkward embrace. This won’t work. Instead, moves around to her side, sliding one arm under her neck, and the other under her butt.

Bracing himself he takes a deep breath and lifts. Once standing it’s not so bad. Still, they make this shit look so much easier in the movies. She smells just as good as ever, even if she looks a mess.

He stares at the woman cradled in his arms. She shudders and sucks in a breath. Not dead then. But still unconscious.

Good. Gotta get her off the path. For a brief moment he thinks he should have gone with her to her car. It’s too far now. She’s much heavier than he thought.

Back to plan A. He carries her dead weight off the path and back into the bushes. He lays her down on the clean patch by the stump, but he knows this is much too close to the path.

But first he has to clean up.

Jose hurries back to the walkway and gathers up her purse and her laptop. Some of the vegetation is looking a little too smashed so he gives it a bit of a fluff up with his toe before carrying her things back to be deposited on the stump.

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The leaves are a firey mix of red and gold alongside the daytime moon framed against a bright blue sky

Kate walks into the computer lab, settling into her usual spot between Oscar and Maggie. As she fires up her machine, Kate leans over to Maggie, “I just had the strangest lunch.” Kate says, quietly.

“Wait a minute. Isn’t this is lunch with Nick day? I don’t wanna hear anything kinky.”

Kate rolls her eyes. “The caf was a zoo so it was lunch with a whole herd.”

Maggie grins. “That’s why we went downtown. Much more civilized.”

“You may be better at planning than I am, Maggie, but I’m still better at digging up dirt.”

“Ooooh,” grins Maggie, “Sounds like I missed something good. What’s the scoop?”

Just then Jake and Krystal come in and Kate freezes. Maggie says, “What?” Following Kate’s line of sight she realizes the subject of the gossip has just entered.

Jake? The rapist? Hard to believe. No way. Impossible.

It’s got to be something else. Something with Krystal. How did Kate find out about Krystal? If anybody in CSIS had any brains, they’d be recruiting Kate. Begging her to sign on ’cause that girl would make an awesome spy.

Better keep it under wraps, it isn’t something Krystal needs spread around. Maggie taps her keyboard and Kate nods an acknowledgment. They can discuss it in a private IM chat.

Jake sets down Krystal’s laptop across the aisle in her usual spot beside Adam’s place. Maggie wonders where Adam is. It isn’t like him to miss class. This’d be his second time. What’s going on with that guy?

Krystal smiles brightly, “Thanks Jake.”

Jake says, “No problem,” with nonchalance belied by the tell tale grin spreading from ear to ear as he leaves the room.

Maggie sets up the chatroom while Kate settles in, firing off invites to Oscar and Kate to participate just as the professor makes her appearance. Krystal has been plugging in her laptop but looks up as Gates announces the class can use the time to do project work or meet with her for individual consultations.

As Gates settles in at her desk, Krystal roots through her bag and pulls our a tattered paper notebook and heads over to join the line that’s already forming She perches on an empty desk to reread some notes while she waits.

Maggie:
whazzup k8?

Kate:
You’ll never believe it. I had lunch with Adam + his pal Dave.

Oscar:
Right, Adam brought him along the other night.

Kate:
Dave has a weird story to tell. He grew up in a small town, everybody knows everybody, and kids from the nearby towns are bused to Walkerton for high school.

Maggie:
I hv work 2 do K8. This going somewhere?

Kate:
Big time. Seems a redhead named Chris from small town Paisley told people she was dying so they’d tell the guy she was hot for.

Maggie and Oscar exchange glances, then they all look over at Krystal talking to Professor Gates.
Oscar:
So he’d pity her and give her a tumble?

Maggie:
There’s never been any question that the blonde is out of a bottle. I thought it was a fashion statement not a disguise.

Oscar:
Jake argued with Jose whether it was real blonde.

Maggie:
Poor Jake.

Oscar:
What happened? She get the guy?

Kate:
Sort of worked, somebody told the guy, but instead of dating her he went to pray with her mom, and the mom set him straight.

Maggie:
Holy shit that’s… just…

Kate:
Sick?

Oscar:
Stupid, really. Y try it on again? Didn’t work the first time.

Maggie:
Different time, different place.

Kate:
Nick says this is way beyond a prank. Only a sociopath would try to pull a scam like this. Twice.

Maggie:
So Oscar told you?

Oscar:
Guilty

Maggie:
Just can’t keep a secret, can you Oz.

Kate:
Just as well. Y do u think Adam decided to cut.

Maggie:
Maybe this Dave guy is just trying to do her dirt?

Kate:
Can’t see any reason he’d have to lie.

Maggie:
Cold chills. I think I believe it. Need 2 hear it from her tho.

Kate:
I wanna confront her. This is my last class today

Oscar:
Can’t believe I fell for it.

Maggie:
It’s funny, we weren’t really friends until she was dying.

Oscar:
I rather doubt we were ever really friends at all.

Kate:
You guys believe it’s all been a lie? even without talking to her?

Maggie:
Yeah, I do.

Oscar:
How could you lie about something like this. Inconceivable.

Maggie:
You’d pretty much have to be a pathological liar to pull this off.

Kate:
Word Nick used was sociopath.

Maggie:
it’s not something that a friend would do, that’s for damn sure.

Kate:
She mustn’t think very highly of us.

Oscar:
I’ve helped her with a bloody lot of school work.

Kate:
Me too.

Maggie:
I guess between us we’re probably getting her pretty good marks.

Kate:
And poor Jake… it’s not just the mooning over her, he’s been like her servant, you know… She’s coming back. What now?

Maggie:
Shh then. Talk to her after class. I’m sure as shit am not leaving this room until I know for sure. And she isn’t either.

Oscar:
Sounds like a plan. Back to work kiddies.

Krystal resumes her seat and finishes setting up her work area. She glances at her friends, but they are all pretty wrapped up in what they’re doing.

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decorative grasses wave outside the highly reflective windows of one of the buildings at Brock University.

No one is eating outside today because it’s cold. Kate is trying to find them a table while Nick gets their lunch. She’s thinking they’d be better off to go home to eat as she cruises through the caf. There is an occasional empty seat but no place to squeeze two. This is nuts.

A flash of movement and she looks over and sees Adam waving at her. Oh look, he’s at a corner table with his friend Dave and – joy oh joy — empty seats.

Great! Kate grins and gives him a thumbs up and looks back to see where Nick is at. Perfect. He’s heading her way with a couple of bowls of soup balanced on a tray. And coffee. Nick knows she needs her caffeine fix. He’s even stopped lecturing her about it. She beckons him to follow and she pushes on to Adam’s table.

“Thanks Adam, you’re a lifesaver.” Kate pulls out a chair.

Adam smiles shyly. “I am happy to help the computer club hostess.”

“Well, you sure did, big time.” She grins. “I was thinking we were gonna have to take our lunch home. I sure don’t plan on having lunch in Nick’s lab. Ever.”

Adam laughs while Dave raises his eyebrows.

“My husband’s a med student,” Kate says while stacking abandoned dishes on her side of the table onto an empty tray.

Dave gets it. “I see your point.”

Nick arrives with his full tray and Kate asks, “You guys met?” as she carries the tray of debris to a clearing station.

Adam nods. “Hi Nick.”

Nick sets the tray down, and tells them “Thanks. I wasn’t looking forward to lunch in the lab.”

“Yeah, Kate said.”

Nick comes around the table beside Dave, extending a hand. “Nick Stone, med school.”

Shaking hands, “Dave LeBlanc, engineering.”

Nick grins, distributing the tray contents. “This your first year?” Nick asks as Kate returns.

“Yes. It’s much more intense than high school was.”

Nick laughs as Kate crumbles the sealed package of crackers into dust then sprinkles it into her tomato soup.

“You know, your accent sounds just like my friend Krys. Whereabouts are you from, Dave?” Kate asks.

Dave says, “I’m from Walkerton. But I don’t have an accent.”

Kate laughs. “Sure you do. I guess it’s not the same, then, because she’s from a place called Paisley.”

“That would have put us in the same school. Paisley doesn’t have a high school; they get bussed to Walkerton.” Dave says. Then he frowns. “I have an accent?”

“Just a little one.” Kate smiles back. “You mean I was right? Awesome.”

“What do you know,” grins Nick. “Henry Higgins.”

“I had no idea Christine ended up at Christie.”

“Not Christine, Krystal. In computer science.”

Dave nods. “It was a small school, Kate, and everybody knows everybody. We didn’t have a Krystal, but there was Computer Chris. It would have to be Christine. Must be she’s reinvented herself.” Dave shrugs. “I guess I would too if I were her.”

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The entrance to the Agatha Christie Library on the Christie University Campus (I couldn't resist)

Barbie’s blonde hair is back lit by the sunlight streaming through the library windows behind the reading table. Stacks of books fan out around her, some laid face down, others heaped in jumbles, paper bookmarks conspicuously protrude as she makes notes, drumming her fingers on her laptop until she feels the glare of the other patrons.

Digging in her purse, she extracts an HB pencil, now idly tapping the eraser end against her front teeth while she works. Her brow creases into a frown of concentration as she plows through a particularly weighty tome.

Suddenly her concentration slips. Blinking myopically she readjusts her focus to take in the wider world. Even the pencil stills as she looks around the room. It feels as if she’s being watched, except everyone else seems caught up in their work. What gives?

Laying down the pencil, she looks again. She scans back and forth. Still nothing. But the feeling of being watched is even stronger. So she lifts her head and looks up at the second floor balcony that rings the reading room. And there he is. Jose, leaning up against the rail, is looking down at her.

“So gorgeous,” she thinks, smiling up at him, giving a little wave. He returns her wave with a crisp salute but doesn’t smile, just looks down at her expressionlessly. Barbie feels her body betray her.

She uses both hands to indicate her ostentatious research display, then gives him a palms up pantomime “what can I do”. He shrugs and she tears away her gaze, lowering her eyes to her work. Concentrate.

She’s got to get this paper done or she’ll be in big trouble. But she is dying to look up to see if he’s still watching her. Barbie pushes the impulse down. Hard. She picks up the pencil again, tightens her grip. No. Don’t look, work.

Don’t encourage him. Flip through pages. Pretend to work, real work will follow soon enough.

Someone drops into the chair beside her. Barbie’s first thought is that it’s Jose come down from above, so although her heart is pounding, she doesn’t look.

But then she knows it’s not Jose. Looking over she sees it’s only Tamara. “Are you busy?” Tamara asks.

Barbie shakes her head in amazement, waving her hand at the reference materials.

“Of course I’m busy. I’ve got to get my term paper done or I’m toast. Is yours done?”

Tamara shakes her head. “Not exactly, about half.”

“It’s due the end of the week.”

“I know.” Barbie is telling her when things are due? The whole world is upside down. “I thought I’d let you know Q’s leaving. He’s gonna switch to Ryerson. Probably make my work easier.”

Tamara gets up to leave but Barbie reaches out a hand to grab her arm. “Wait. Are you all right?”

“Could be worse.” Tamara nods tersely, although she looks on the verge of tears. “At least it wasn’t him screwing Mouse.”

“What?” Barbie isn’t following this conversation at all.

“On Friday night. It wasn’t Q, it was Jose.”

“You’re saying Jose slept with Mouse?” Barbie asks, not quite believing it. She thought– no, don’t go there.

“Yeah, that’s what Q said.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t tell Jose and Q apart”

“I was freaking out, and it was dark.” Seeing Barbie’s agitation, Tamara realizes Barbie is jealous that Jose got it on with Mouse. “Hey, sorry. I didn’t think it’d bother you. I kinda thought you’d be, you know, happy, if, I mean, Jose and Mouse ….”

“Yeah, that’s great. Takes the pressure off,” Barbie lies. “Look, Tam, why don’t you go grab your books and get your research done. It’ll take your mind off things.”

“Yeah, okay. I think I will.” She smiles wanly at her friend. Who’d have thought. Barbie may be flight, but she has really been a good friend. “Can I leave my stuff here then?”

Barbie nods, “Sure. Here, spread out on the table so nobody else takes your spot. We can talk at lunch, okay?” Thinking, Jose and Mouse?

Tamara nods, and does as she’s told. Barbie watches Tamara head into the stacks and takes advantage of the moment to glance casually up at the balcony. Wishing he was there. Here. But he isn’t. He’s gone.

Lucky Mouse.

Barbie sighs, then turns back to her book.

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