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"SO, THE MIND of a murderer, what drives a person to kill? More often than not, it's driven by years of turmoil and self deprivation. A large fraction of murderers are suicidal and exhibit the symptoms of depressive psychosis, therefore, the inward action is turned outwards."

"Bizarre murders indicate a state of extreme and unbearable mental and emotional tension, preceding the act. A majority are characterized by unnecessary ferocity and sadistic frenzy. The mind of a murder is like a complex mechanism that we have barely scratched the surface of but, nonetheless, is very fascinating. Thank you," Mercedes gave a bow.

Tony smirked, noticing the similarities between the endings of their presentations.

"Miss Adkins, while your presentation was amazing for you completing it in one day, you do know this is a science class, correct?"

"Of course," she pulled a strawberry sucker from her back pocket, "but, you never specified which field of science to write in. Science is huge and can be anything," she unwrapped the sucker and began sucking on it, "criminology, sociology and psychology are social sciences, therefore, I completed the assignment correctly," she gave a smile and skipped to her seat.

"I like her," a boy with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes commented from a row behind where she sat.

"Thank you."

He offered a smile, "I'm Marcus and this is my friend."

The boy sitting next to him gave a small wave, "Daniel."

"Cool," she turned back forward and smiled to herself.

"I'd be careful if I were you, those guys are at least five years older than you," James whispered to her.

"I know, it's not like I'm tryin' to suck their di-," she started, sucker slightly muffling her words.

"Miss Adkins, after much thought, I've decided that you must redo your assignment."

She popped the sucker out of her mouth, "what?"

"That's not fair," James defended her.

"Yeah, she did the assignment correctly and it was better than most of these other kids," Daniel commented, not looking up from his notebook.

"Listen, this is not up for debate. Redo the assignment or take an F."

Mercedes huffed harshly and sat back in her chair, putting the sucker back in her mouth, "asshole."

"Hey."

Mercedes turned in her chair to see Marcus leaning over the long table, "meet with us in the library after class, we'll come up with an idea that will be bodacious."

"Mister Grant, please stop talking."

He raised his hands in defense, a handsome smirk present on his face, "Sorry Miss Tills," he leaned down again, "after class," he whispered.

She gave him a thumbs up and turned around again, "come with me?" She asked, turning to Tony.

Tony turned to her with furrowed eyebrows, "who me?" Tony asked, pointing to himself.

She shrugged, "yeah, why not."

He nodded sheepishly, "sure, sure, yeah. That's fine- totally fi-."

James placed a hand on Tony's shoulder, "you're embarrassing yourself, man."

Tony shut up and turned forward leaving James and Mercedes to chuckle to themselves.

"What about time travel?" Daniel suggested.

"Back to the Future isn't real," Tony retorted.

"Fictional, not impossible," a blonde girl countered as she approached them with a small smile, "I'm Magdalena, Griffin's cousin."

"Who the hell is Griffin?" Mercedes asked just as she saw Marcus run a hand down his face.

"That'd be me, she calls people by their middle name."

"Sure do," she playfully pushed him and took a seat next to him, "nice to meet you Edward and Genesis."

"How do you-."

"I work in the office, handle paperwork and such. I know everything about everybody. Speaking of that, Genesis, how does it feel being allergic to cherries?" She gasped, "it's my favorite flavor, scent, and fruit, I'd just die without em'."

Mercedes shrugged, "well I never had them before, so."

"So how do you know you're allergic?" The majority of the table asked her.

"Skin contact allergy test," her and Tony answer at the same time.

Daniel gave a small nod, "fair point."

Marcus suddenly gasped after reading a line from his text book, "I got it, write about nervous system things. Doctors are the smartest people in the world," Marcus put his hands up as he tilted his chair back.

Tony chuckled, gaze remaining on his notebook, "they're not the smartest, just the highest paid."

"Touche."

"Whatever the fuck the correct fact is, write about nervous systems," Magdalena declared.

"Arachnophobia, I'll write about that."

"Arachnophobia, that's nice...for a middle schooler."

"Listen here, Daniel-."

"Don't listen to him," Marcus interrupts, "at least it's an actual science field."

"Yeah, for a middle schooler," Daniel defended.

Magdalena chuckled, "well isn't she supposed to be in middle school?"

"Guys, look, that's enough," Tony stepped in, finally diverting his eyes from his book, "it's not your project, it's hers. She'll write about whatever she wants to," he concluded before getting up from the table and venturing off into one of the aisles of the large library.

Everyone focused their attention on the table as a silence fell over the table, "I'm gonna go get some books," Mercedes said quickly before getting up from her chair and leaving them.

She quickly made her way towards the aisle she saw Tony exit down. She turned the corner and was met with books to her chest. She groaned and doubled over slightly.

"Mercedes? I am so sorry," she heard Tony apologize.

"It's fine, I was coming to see where you went."

He held up the books she walked right into moments before, "I went to find you books on arachnophobia."

She gasped, "thank you," she hummed as she took them from his hands, "how'd you find them so quickly?"

"I spend a lot of time in the library."

She nodded curtly, "alright, Stark, how about we get outta here?"

He squinted at the girl in front of him, "and go where?"

"I dunno, my dorm, your dorm?"

"Let's do yours, my roommate always has a new girlfriend over, it's gross," he grimaces at the thought.

"My dorm it is."