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fine. She just gets on my nerves with all the stalking and nonstop chatter.”
    “Tell her.”
    “That’s a great way to make everyone in the room comfortable.”
    “What about the other girl? What’s her name? Kelsey?”
    “Yeah, she’s … she’s a little different.”
    “Different isn’t bad,” Mark reminded me of the words I had uttered minutes before.
    “I know,” I said. “She’s just a little crabby all the time.”
    “It’s not like you’re all sunshine and kittens.”
    “No,” I agreed. “She’s just really … mean.”
    “Mean?”
    “Mean,” I confirmed.
    “Like evil mean?”
    I pursed my lips tiredly. “I don’t think so,” I said finally. “I think she’s really driven, which is a good thing. Matilda says she has a 4.0 grade-point average, which is pretty impressive. That’s not evil, right?”
    “That is impressive,” Mark agreed.
    “She just a little cold, I guess.”
    “Maybe she’s just nervous around new people?” Mark suggested.
    “Maybe.”
    “Or maybe she’s just a raging bitch?”
    That was exactly what I was worried about. I didn’t voice those concerns, though, because Matilda and Kelsey were heading our way. I took the opportunity to introduce them to Mark, waiting to see what he thought of Kelsey. Since she didn’t say a word, it wasn’t hard to deduce his reaction. Once they were gone and on their way back to the dorms, I turned to Mark expectantly. “Well?”
    “She’s a little icy.”
    “Icy?”
    “Okay, there’s a very good chance she might be evil.” Mark laughed when he said it, but the emotion didn’t make it all the way to his eyes.
    I watched Matilda and Kelsey exit the building and grimaced as a feeling of dread washed over me. What if she was really evil?
    I tried to shake the feeling. Zoe Lake is a happy pe rson, I reminded myself. There isn’t going to be any drama this year. I didn’t really believe it, though. That’s just not how my life tended to work out.

Four
    Even now, I don’t know how I ended up here. I can’t explain it. Aric called and said his fraternity was having a party. He stressed that I didn’t have to come. So, of course, the minute he told me not to come I couldn’t think of anything else but going.
    Yeah, I’m sick that way.
    So, here we were, my three new roommates, my two old roommates, my boyfriend and a fraternity of werewolves at an end-of-summer party on the Saturday before classes began.
    Even I question my own intelligence at times.
    “You didn’t have to come,” Aric reminded me. We were sitting in lawn chairs in the back yard of the frat house – I had refused to go inside, even for beer – and watching the drunken debauchery around us.
    “Did I say anything?” I arched an eyebrow antagonistically.
    “No, but you’re just sitting here pouting and it’s not exactly fun,” Aric countered, crossing his arms over his chest obstinately.
    “No one said you had to sit here with me,” I pointed out.
    Aric sighed. “I knew bringing you here was a bad idea.”
    “I said I’m fine!”
    “Let me go inside and say goodbye to everyone and then we’ll go,” Aric said resignedly.
    “You don’t have to go,” I said, but I was suddenly feeli ng guilty. He was right; I had been exuding nothing but attitude – all of it bad – since we’d arrived. It wasn’t Aric’s fault that I didn’t trust his fraternity brothers. And, since this was the werewolf fraternity his father had started, it wasn’t as though he could quit. “I’ll be better. I promise.”
    Aric eyed me speculatively. “Can I ask you something?”
    “Sure.”
    “Why did you want to come?”
    “Honestly? Because the minute you told me not to come it was like I had to come.”
    Aric barked out a laugh. “You’re nothing if not entertaining.”
    “At least that’s something,” I agreed.
    Aric got to his feet, dropped a kiss on the top of my head and moved back toward the house. “I’ll get us something to