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stimulating.”
    She nodded again, vigorously. As we reached the living room the smell of fresh popcorn hit my nostrils and I spotted Mason joining us from the kitchen. “That smells awesome,” I told him.
    He smiled and offered me the bowl. I grabbed a handful before passing it on to Danny. She put it in her lap, once more taking up her seat on the floor, her back against the couch. Kass and I sat on the couch while Mason took a chair adjacent from where I was sitting. Danny put in the movie, starting it up and pressing play.
    Kass continued to whisper to me about how awesome things were, how great James was, and how happy she was after spending time with him. I listened patiently and the urge to tell her what was going on in my love life filled me. But it wasn’t an option. After all, Derek, Kass's brother, was supposed to be my future love life now.
    So I kept quiet and nodded, asking questions encouraging her to go on about her own dates with James.
    Danny shushed us a couple of times, but it was good naturedly. She was pretty engrossed in the movie, but I was pretty sure she had already seen it, so I doubted it was a big deal or anything.
    There was some screaming from the movie as one of the pretty, dumb girls in the film died. Kass paused in her recount of her dreamy date to look over at the screen. She winced as the girl sputtered her last few breaths. There was a lot of unnecessary blood, I thought, and it was pretty dumb seeing as how her boyfriend was just on the other side of the staircase.
    I looked over at Mason. “Where’s Mark?” I asked conversationally, reaching down to take a hand full of popcorn from Danny and popping it into my mouth. I chewed and added, “I thought he was coming?”
    Mason nodded, glancing over at me. “Yeah, he is. He texted me and said he’d be a little late, but that he’s definitely going to be here.” He jerked his thumb towards the kitchen. “Especially since there’s some left over beer from the other night.”
    He meant one of his frat brother’s parties. They had them often enough—they were a frat after all—but Mason mostly just went to those things because he was a brother and because of his actual brother. Mark could be a bit of a wild child and Mason was there to rein him in when things got hairy.
    I rolled my eyes and he grinned.
    “Has he ever considered what the world would be like as a sober person?” I asked jokingly. Mark really wasn’t that bad, but we gave him a lot of hell over it.
    Mason shrugged. “He wouldn’t even know what to do with a world that didn’t spin around him.”
    We fell silent then and turned our attention back to the movie. More people were dying, senselessly it seemed, and I think I missed the reason behind the massacre. I was leaning over, about to ask what the hell was going on and why that couple was having sex while their friends were dying all around them when I heard the door open.
    Mason turned around in his seat to see who it was. When he figured it out, he made a frustrated sound.
    “Jeez, Mark,” Mason said, irritation clear in his tone.
    I turned my head to look at Mason. His expression was a mixture of irritation and exasperation.
    “I told you. Only people we know . Don’t you ever listen?”
    “I do know her,” Mark answered cheekily and I had a feeling he meant biblically. “Her name’s Miranda and she’s a freshman.”
    I froze in my seat, popcorn half way up to my mouth. My eyes glazed over and I didn’t even see the movie that was playing before me, even though I knew that it was basically the goriest part of the movie.
    It can’t be , I thought. Miranda was a plenty popular name, right? And there were probably a lot of freshman Mirandas around, right?
    It couldn’t be her.
    But then she spoke and I knew that no matter how much I hoped and wished, it was her. Miranda Ansell.
    “Hi, sorry to just barge in, but I’m kind of new here.” Her voice was happier than it had been the other day as she