Shoving a loose strand of her blond hair aside, Sera balanced her books in her arms as she searched for her keys. Finally locating them in her cluttered pocket, she pulled them free and slid them into the lock. Bumping the door open with her hip, she muttered a curse as the force of it knocked her precariously balanced books free.

Impatiently kicking them into the room, Sera slammed the door shut. Scooping everything up, she dumped the pile onto her neatly made bed. Her gaze drifted to her roommate's side of the room. She had to suppress a groan as she took in the disaster area. They had only been back for two weeks, and already Kathleen had managed to make a complete mess of things. Then again, Kathleen had made a mess on her first day back. Pillows, sheets, and blankets were cascading off her bed and spilling onto the hardwood floor. Her desk was overflowing with papers, books, garbage, pens, and markers. Sera had no idea how Kathleen managed to find anything in the clutter, let alone actually accomplish any studying. A poster of a rock band was peeling off the wall above her desk, and the one over her bed was torn and wrinkled. The garbage can next to her bed was overflowing with wadded up papers.

Sera gathered her books and moved toward her desk. Unlike Kathleen, her desk was perfectly neat, with everything in its proper place, and her books sorted in alphabetical order. Kathleen said that she was too uptight, while Sera thought that Kathleen was a complete slob.

The door suddenly burst open. Sera jumped and stifled a frightened cry as it bounced against the wall with a resounding thud. It swung back rapidly, just missing Kathleen as she came bounding into the room. Sera shook her head in disbelief; Kathleen had the energy, and sometimes the capability of causing as much destruction as a tornado. However, unlike a tornado Kathleen never intended to harm anyone, or anything. Sometimes, it just worked out that way.

Sera, who had always been a bit reserved, had been more than a little wary of Kathleen when they had been thrust together freshman year. Sera's concerns about having a horrifying roommate seemed to have come true when she'd first met Kathleen. Kathleen had arrived at the college two days before Sera, and had made her stake on the room first. It had been completely trashed by the time Sera arrived. She had been horrified by the mess in the room, and certain that she had gotten the roommate from Hell.

However, the short, gregarious blond standing in the middle of the mess didn't give her time to be appalled for long. Kathleen had rushed over and hugged her, squealing with enthusiasm about how much fun they were going to have. Sera had been astonished by the embrace, and more than a little afraid of the energy Kathleen exuded. Then, as she had grown to know Kathleen, and started to become accustomed to her overwhelming ability to make everyone around her happier, Sera had become extremely grateful that the college had thrown them together. Kathleen had helped to ease Sera's fears about being away at school with her own excitement about being there. She also had the ability to make friends with an ease that Sera still found astonishing.

The thing that amazed Sera most though, was that Kathleen actually liked her too. Kathleen was outgoing, bubbly, full of fun and adventure. Sera was reserved, scared of new things, and shy but for some reason, Kathleen was willing to put up with her somewhat introverted ways and be her friend anyway. Sera thought it was because Kathleen found her to be a challenge that she planned on mastering. She had been determined to get Sera to be more outgoing, and over the past three years, she had succeeded in many ways.

"Hey sweetie!" Kathleen called, throwing her bag and notebooks on the floor. "I had such a long day! What about you?"

"Long," Sera agreed, slumping onto her bed.

"Uh-oh, I know that look! What's wrong?"

Sera looked up at Kathleen's short figure. She was a little plump, but most of her weight rested in her overwhelming chest. She was wearing a body-hugging white tank top that stretched provocatively over her large breasts. Her short blond hair was pulled into a loose ponytail that was now falling freely around her ears. She had sky blue eyes that always sparkled mischievously. Her nose was small and pert, with a slight slope at the end of it. Her full lips were painted a pristine plum that contrasted prettily with her fair skin.

"Just beat," Sera finally replied. "Glad it's the weekend."

"Oh yeah! There's a party at Omega house tonight, we have to go!"

"I don't know," she replied, standing up and moving to the window.

"Oh, don't you dare do this to me!" Kathleen cried, dramatically throwing herself on the bed. "I'm not going to spend another semester dragging you out. It's the end of September and you haven't been to any parties yet. We've been back for three weeks already. You're going willingly, and you're going to have a good time! I mean it Sera."

Sera knew that it was pointless to argue with her, Kathleen almost always got her way. She was tired and didn't feel like going to a party, but it would do her good to get out of their room, and see people that she hadn't seen since before summer break. Besides, she wasn't in the mood to clean Kathleen's mess tonight, and she knew that she would if she stayed here.

"You're right," she relented.

Kathleen grinned broadly as she bounced eagerly on the balls of her feet. "Honey, I'm always right! You should know that by now."

Sera laughed, some of the tension of the week finally eased out of her. Kathleen always made her feel better. "Omega huh?"

"They're always good for a few laughs," Kathleen replied with a giggle. "Now, come on. It starts at seven so that means I only have three hours to get ready. You have to help me. Then, of course, I'm going to help you."

Sera walked over to Kathleen's overflowing closet. Clothes were falling off the hangers, laying on the floor, and spilling out the door. She didn't know why Kathleen even bothered to unpack, she couldn't find anything in this mess, and her stuff was neater when it was in boxes and suitcases.

"What are we going to wear?" Kathleen pondered while tapping her finger on her lip as she perused the mess before her.

Sera sighed in resignation, but Kathleen chose to ignore it as she pawed her way through the mess. Kathleen was always trying to dress her up. Sometimes she permitted it, other times she put her foot down. She was not the type to put on an abundance of makeup and skimpy clothes. She preferred to dress down, and fade into the background.

"You're going to look spectacular!" Kathleen cried as she pulled clothes from the closet and tossed them across the floor.

***

Sera pulled self-consciously at her clothes as she followed Kathleen toward the frat house. She felt awkward in the midnight blue, midriff-bearing shirt that hugged her upper body. The short black skirt covered her to mid-thigh, but the slit in the right side came up another two inches. Kathleen had bought the outfit without trying it on, and to her dismay she had discovered that it didn't fit her. At least, that's what Kathleen told Sera, but Sera didn't believe her for a minute. It was a little too coincidental that it had fit Sera perfectly.

"Stop that," Kathleen said, slapping her hand away. "You look wonderful!"

"I feel uncomfortable."

"Get used to it. I've been trying for three years to get you to be more sociable and outgoing. This is our final year together and I'm going to succeed."

Sera shot her a scowl as she followed Kathleen up the stairs of the frat house. They passed by a group of men sitting on the stairs, leering at them. One let out a low, appreciative whistle to the enjoyment of his friends. Sera fretted with her hair, anxiously shoving it behind her ear as she tried to ignore them.

They made their way past another group of guys in the doorway, smiling at them. Sera averted her gaze; her skin was already beginning to crawl with discomfort. Alcohol was being passed around, and a cup of draft was shoved into her hand. She sipped at it before placing it on one of the speakers blaring music. Kathleen led the way through the crowded foyer and toward a side room. The decrepit, ugly furniture had been shoved against the dirty white walls to create dance space. The room was already packed with dancing couples, and groups of friends. People were laughing, and shouting to be heard over the pounding music. It was enough to give her a headache.

"Hey!"

Sera looked up as Michelle appeared at her side. "Hey," she replied cheerfully, happy to find another friendly face in the crowd.

Michelle flashed a dazzling grin as she turned to survey the cluttered room. Her short black dress clung to every one of her slender curves. Her auburn hair had been pulled into an elegant French twist that accentuated her long neck, and the delicate sweep of her high cheekbones. She wore little makeup, but she didn't need much to illuminate her refined features and startling beauty. Her deep, mahogany eyes were slanted at a provocative, almost feline, angle.

Where Kathleen exuded energy, Michelle radiated a cool, poised elegance. During Sera's second semester of school, she and Michelle had been paired together as lab partners. It had taken them awhile to get to know one another, but once they had, they'd hit it off. They had more in common than Sera had with Kathleen, and she found Michelle's friendship a pleasant break from Kathleen's tremendous excitement. It was good for Sera to be able to slow down and talk to someone a little more like her.

Michelle's gaze returned to Sera, her eyes swept disdainfully over her. Her thin lips, her only flaw to perfection, were pursed. Her long, slender nose was scrunched distastefully. "You look nice," she finally stated.

"Thank you," Sera replied, feeling even more uncomfortable under Michelle's scrutinizing stare.

"She looks wonderful!" Kathleen butted in, her voice tinged with aggravation.

Michelle turned her cool eyes to Kathleen; her gaze became even more disapproving. "I suppose you dressed her," she drawled.

Kathleen's eyes narrowed. Sera shook her head as she was once again reminded of the hostility that existed between her two best friends. Sometimes it was stressful, but usually, when one was around, the other wasn't. However, when they were together, it took all she had to stop them from bickering.

"Of course," Kathleen said. "Someone has to teach her how to live life."

"And that's going to be you?" Michelle retorted.

Kathleen's shoulders thrust back as she prepared herself for battle. Sera looped her arm through Kathleen's, knowing that it was time to separate the two. "I'll see you in a little bit Michelle," she said as she pulled Kathleen toward the dance floor.

"I don't know why you put with that bitch," Kathleen muttered.

"Michelle's not that bad; you just never gave her a chance."

"Oh I gave her a chance and then I realized that the stick shoved up her ass is never going to come out."

"Kathleen," she groaned.

"It's true; you need better taste in friends. But oh well, let's dance."

Sera didn't have time to protest as Kathleen pulled her onto the dance floor. She found herself instantly swept up in the music and the mood. Another drink was thrust into her hand and she decided to keep this one.

She danced for almost an hour before making her way out of the packed room. She grabbed another drink to wet her parched throat as she wound through the crowd toward the front door. Michelle was standing by the door, talking and laughing with two guys who were openly leering at her. Sera paused, not wanting to go near the guys, but the idea of fresh air was too tempting for her to refuse. She made her way toward them.

"Hey," she said, stopping beside Michelle. "Having fun yet?"

Michelle turned to her, a cool smile on her face. "Oh yeah," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You?"

"Actually, yes."

Disapproval flashed through Michelle's eyes as she turned back to the two guys. Sera glanced at them, unable to stop her sneer of revulsion as they openly ogled her. Michelle looked at them disdainfully as she took a sip of beer. "Who's your friend?" the taller of the two asked, his eyes rapidly scanning Sera from head to toe then back up again.

"This is Serendipity," Michelle replied, the annoyance apparent in her taut voice.

"Huh?" he asked stupidly.

"Serendipity, but everyone calls me Sera," Sera replied.

"Pretty," he drawled, "Suits you."

Sera's face scrunched in distaste. He continued to leer at her, refusing to acknowledge her obvious revulsion. Unwillingly, she began to fiddle with her shirt again. A flash of satisfaction flitted across Michelle's face as she noted Sera's discomfort. A wave of resentment washed over her as she purposely made her hands still. No matter how close they were, Sera would never be able to get used to Michelle's attitude of superiority.

"Well, I'll see you later," Sera said coldly.

"Where are you going?" Michelle asked.

"Outside for some air."

The house had suddenly become overwhelmingly hot and noisy. If she didn't get out soon, she thought that she would either melt, or her head would explode. Fresh air was just what she needed to calm the growing tension inside her.

She hastily moved past the small group, making sure not to touch the guys as she headed out the door. Rapidly descending the steps Sera strolled onto the front lawn. People were scattered across the grass, drinks in hand, laughing and dancing as they drunkenly stumbled around. Some had gathered beneath the trees to talk, while others were making out under them, and on the lawn. One indiscreet couple was having sex next to the small rock wall.

Sera sat on the edge of the lawn, stretching her long legs. Tilting her head back, she admired the vivid stars in the clear night sky. It had grown cooler, but summer was fighting to hang on for a little longer. She smiled as the alcohol seeped further into her bloodstream, and warmed her from the inside out. The sky blurred for a second, before coming back into place. Laughing from the effects of the few drinks she'd had, she propped her head on her arms and relished in the cool air against her warm skin.

***

Liam pushed his way through the people gathered on the stairs, ignoring their indignant looks and muttered words. He wasn't really in the mood for a party tonight, but it had been a long week, and he needed to relieve some stress. Not to mention there would be plenty of girls here tonight. Plenty of easy, drunken girls.

"Hey, it's about time you got here."

He glanced up as Mike appeared beside him. Mike's light, sandy blond hair was tussled and wet with sweat as it curled in tendrils around his flushed, broad face. It was apparent that Mike had already been on the dance floor, and had at least a few drinks in him as his clear blue eyes were bright with merriment. At an inch taller than Liam, and broader in the shoulders and chest, Mike was built like a linebacker, and was the star player on the football team. In many ways he was the classic jock, except that he was far from stupid. Mike often saw more than most people did.

He thrust a plastic cup of beer into Liam's hand. "Thanks," Liam muttered as he surveyed the crowd.

The house was already packed with people; the party was in full swing as music blared from the speakers. It was definitely going to be an interesting night, he realized as his gaze settled upon Michelle. She was standing in the doorway talking to two guys that he didn't know; both were obviously admiring all of her openly displayed charms. She laughed loudly, her head tilting back as she stroked one's arm flirtatiously.

Liam paid her no more attention as he turned to survey the rest of the room. "There's plenty of girl's here tonight," Mike said. "Easy pickings."

"Hmm."

Mike laughed and slapped him solidly on the back. Liam scowled as beer sloshed onto his hand. He wiped at it absently before draining the rest of the cup. He tossed it over the banister on top of the overflowing garbage can. "Want another?"

"Yeah."

Liam stepped off the last stair as Mike led the way to the keg by the door. His gaze drifted back to Michelle. She was still standing in the doorway, but there was another girl with her now. Liam frowned as he paused to study the new addition. She was small, and delicate, with a petite frame that was emphasized by the body hugging clothes she was wearing. Her breasts were high and full, a little more than a handful. Her waist was no more than an open hand width, her hips small and round. Despite her tiny appearance, her legs were amazingly long. In the short skirt she wore, he was able to admire the elegant curve of her calves and lower thighs.

He tore his gaze away from her legs as a familiar tightening began to fill his groin. Her long, golden hair fell freely over her shoulders to spill down her back in thick, cascading waves. Her nose was small, and narrow, with a tiny slope at the end of it. He couldn't see her eyes, but he imagined that they were as spectacular as the rest of her. Her mouth was full and luscious, a deep rose color that was irresistible. A mouth designed for kissing, he decided.

"Who's that?"

Mike lifted his head from the keg. "Where?" he inquired as he thrust another beer into Liam's hand.

"The girl with Michelle, who is she?"

Mike's gaze followed his. He chuckled under his breath as he smiled. "That, my friend, is Serendipity, or Sera. Forget it you'll never get close to her."

Liam raised an inquiring eyebrow as he took a sip of beer. "Really?"

"Yep. No one ever has."

He shot Mike a questioning look. "No one?" he asked in disbelief. The girl was beautiful; he highly doubted that she had any problem attracting men. Even now, there were a bunch of guys hovering around her like moths to a flame.

Mike turned to him, his cornflower blue eyes intense. "As far as I know she's never dated anyone on campus, and I've never seen her with a guy."

"But she comes to frat parties?"

"She comes with her roommate, and she leaves with her roommate, or by herself."

"Is she a lesbian?" He certainly hoped not, but it was a possibility.

"Never heard or saw anything like that either. Leave her be Liam."

His brow furrowed as he turned to stare at Mike in disbelief. "Why, because she turned you down?" he quipped.

Mike shook his head. "I've never tried."

Liam started to laugh as he shook his head. "Yeah right. I know you, and there's no way you wouldn't try with someone like her!"

Mike shook his head and bent to refill his cup. "Seriously, I haven't."

Liam stared at him in astonishment. He knew Mike as well as he knew himself, and he knew he intended to try with her. He didn't believe Mike for one second. Mike took hold of his cup and bent to refill it. "Why not?"

Mike shoved the cup back into Liam's hand. "I don't know. I mean she's hot, don't get me wrong, but..."

"But what?"

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't know. We had Trig together last year, she helped me out a lot. I couldn't have passed the class without her, you know how I am with math, but there's something about her..." his voice trailed off as he frowned thoughtfully.

Liam sensed that there was more, that Mike had used his amazing powers of deduction on the girl, and hadn't liked what he'd discovered. "What about her?" Liam prodded.

Mike's frown deepened as he turned troubled eyes to Liam. "Honestly, it's almost as if she's scared of something. The few times I accidentally touched her, she would get this look on her face that, well... it just wasn't normal, wasn't right. I didn't want to scare her even more by making a pass at her. Plus..." Mike broke off, his brow furrowed as he stared at Sera and Michelle.

"Plus what?" Liam prodded.

Mike took a sip of beer. "I don't know; there's something about her, something that I can't put my finger on, or describe. Something different."

Liam couldn't believe one word that he was hearing. Mike usually didn't care about a girl one way or another. No matter what. The fact that he had actually restrained himself from going after someone was astounding in itself, but to hear him actually talk about her as if he truly liked her was an absolute miracle.

"Are you okay Mike? Are you sick or something?"

Mike's frown disappeared as he grinned merrily. "No I'm not. Trust me when you get close enough you'll see it, and you'll understand."

Liam turned to look at her. "Who said I was going to get close enough?"

Mike laughed. "I think you should leave her be, but I know you, you'll be heading in that direction. For now though let's go see what other options we have available to us tonight. You're going to need them."

Liam didn't think that he would need any other options. He had marked his conquest for the night, and he was going to have her, but it never hurt to look. "Sounds good to me."

Liam watched as she slipped out the door. He almost went after her, but decided against it. She would be back, of that he was certain. When she came back, he would make his presence known. Until then, he decided to give her time alone, and to inspect the rest of the women that were available for another night.

He followed Mike onto the crowded dance floor, instantly finding himself swamped by a group of girls that made it quite obvious that he could have whatever he wanted from them that night. He tried to focus his attention on them, but his thoughts kept wandering to Sera, and when she would return.