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wearing plaid flannel pajamas to class.  Not to mention the absurdity of the thought that he was actually hittingon me. No way. Not nice, endearing Rob, a guy who only had eyes for one girl.
    That settled, I nodded to Rob. “Definitely. Let’s go find Macy.”
    On cue, my phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out, already knowing what it would say.
    Danger or Dastardly? Macy’s text read.
    Macy and I had a code that we used whenever we got separated at parties: either we were involved in something that wasn’t good and needed rescuing, or we were up to no good and didn’t need any help at all. Macy was usually the latter.
    Neither , I texted back, horrified at the thought of actually doing anything dastardly with Rob, especially considering our current circumstances. Coming to find you.
    “Okay, let’s go,” I said to Rob, shoving the phone back in my purse. I began to walk, but immediately stumbled on the cracked, uneven rooftop. Even in bare feet, I was a klutz in a dress. “God, how did I even get over here without tripping?” I asked, mostly to myself.
    Rob came up beside me and cupped my elbow to lead me through the dark, but as soon as he laid his fingers on my skin, a searing pain like nothing I had ever felt before spiked through me. Before my brain could even process the pain and tell my body to flinch away, Rob moved with such superhuman speed that my eyes could barely track him as he flew to the other side of the rooftop, his body curving against the stone barrier. At the same time that my mind screamed at me that this could not be happening , he actually peeled back his lips and hissed at me.
    My mouth dropped open in surprise, and I remained frozen, unsure of what to do or how to move or if this was even real.
    “ You were supposed to be just a simple, stupid girl ,” Rob hissed at me again, but his voice no longer sounded like Rob. It was low, menacing, and frightful and so unlike Rob that I instinctively took a step back.
    I watched in horror as his eyes shifted back to yellow and there they remained, black-rimmed and snake-like, glowing preternaturally in the bright moonlight. Loosened construction tarps billowed and snapped around him, opening like a macabre theatre curtain to reveal this…this thing .
    “Wh-what is going on, Rob?” I asked stupidly, completely unable to form an intelligible thought. 
    I pressed my back against the stone barricade, my nails trying to dig into the concrete behind me. Panic was taking me over at the same time that my mind was telling me this could not possibly be real.
    The creature, as even though he still looked like Rob, he could not possibly be Rob, opened its mouth to laugh. The laugh was harsh and short, but it felt like long, curved knives running down my body.
    “Could this really be true? You do not know what you are?” He hissed again, a black, forked tongue darting in and out between words.
    He cocked his head to the right at an incredibly unnatural angle and regarded me sideways through the rippling tarps, the sounds of them smacking into the metal poles only serving to remind me that we were the only ones up here, that no one could hear us. Still, I didn’t make any moves. I flashed back to the one day at camp that my aunt had tried sending me to when I was ten, where we were lectured about going into the woods and encountering a predator.
     “Don’t run,” the camp counselor would remind us, over and over again, “Because that will clue them in to chase you and pounce. Stand your ground. Stare them down.”
    I took that lecture to heart. I didn’t move. My camp counselor would have been proud—though I doubt he expected any of his charges would encounter a snake dressed up as your best friend’s boyfriend.
    Before I could respond, before I could even lift my pinky finger, he flew in front of me again, his face dangerously close to mine. His breath smelled foul, like decaying, rotten potatoes that had been left in the pantry for too long,