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little space could only help at this point.
    “It seemed like something happened out on the balcony,” Laura pressed.
    “It wasn’t anything big,” I replied. And, in the light of day, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had overreacted a bit. It’s not as though I thought he’d been celibate for years, just waiting until he met me so that everything in his world would fall into place.
    Still, the fact that he had ever dated her was givi ng me serious concern over his choice in women. Wait, that might have come out wrong. Okay, I had serious concerns about the women he had dated except for me. I’m a prize. What? I am.
    “It seemed like something big,” Laura said, her bi g brown eyes searching my blue ones for a hint of what was going on.
    “It seems your new friend Jessica dated Aric last fal l for a couple weeks and she’s still got a thing for him,” I replied with a sigh. “She was a little … territorial.”
    “Like supernatural territorial?” Laura raised her eyebrows.
    Huh, I hadn’t even thought of that. I shook my head after considering it for a second.
    “I don’t think so. More like skank territorial.”
    “Skank?”
    “Skank.”
    “Well, I can see how Aric would be hard to get over,” Laura hedged. “I feel a little sorry for her. She probably thought she still had a chance with him until she saw the two of you together.”
    If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Laura was playing me. “She was aggressive,” I said. “Very aggressive.”
    “She probably just lashed out,” Laura replied pragmati cally. “It happens. It happens to you,” she pointed out.
    “She was very aggressive,” I repeated.
    “I think you two just got off on the wrong foot,” Laura bit her lower lip.
    I blew out a frustrated sigh and turned to Laura. “Listen , if you like her I promise I, well, not that I’ll like her but I won’t pull her hair or anything.”
    Laura giggled. “I guess I can live with that.”
    Inside of the university center, we separated to shop. I couldn’t help but breathe a little easier once I was away from Laura’s sad eyes and desperate need for everyone to get along. There was only one textbook I couldn’t get electronically, so after purchasing it I settled down at one of the little bistro tables in the café and flipped through a magazine. It wasn’t long before another familiar face found me.
    “Zoe!”
    I glanced up from the magazine – I needed a break from reading about the latest Kanye and Kim marriage crisis (what’s the over/under on how long until we’re reading about the divorce, by the way?) – and welcomed the smiling face of Mark Doyle.
    “Hey, Mark,” I greeted him with a genuine smile. I coul dn’t help but like him. He was a slacker – complete with long hair and a skateboard – with a good heart. Sure, he was working with the local monster-hunting group on campus, but I was trying to ignore that. That group gave me the creeps more than the witches, werewolves and vampires combined that I had met over the past year.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “Just hanging,” I replied. “Waiting for my roommates to finish their shopping.”
    “It’s weird to me that you’re not living with Paris t his year,” Mark lamented. “And Brittany.”
    Mark had attended high school with Brittan y, so he was well aware of her personality defects. I figured he was joking. “Are you and Paris officially a couple?” I teased.
    Now Mark looked confused. “Didn’t you go out with her last night?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Why didn’t you ask her?”
    I didn’t think telling him I was self-absorbed and Paris hadn’t volunteered the gossipy tidbit would be the right answers to his query. “It didn’t come up,” I shrugged. “Once we got to the party we all kind of separated.”
    “Or you were too interested in your beefcake boy to y to pay attention to anything else,” Mark supplied knowingly.
    “You’re funny.”
    “I try.” Mark slipped into