She snorted. “That’s what he said.”

I grinned, wiping off some of the sweat from my forehead. “Is this the wrong time to ask if you have two phones?”

The light stopped. Her voice dropped. “Why?”

Logan would be so proud. “Because I’m seeing two lights. Are you waving one behind you, too?”

Her light turned off. “Do not joke with me. I know where you sleep.”

I was holding the laughter in and cleared my throat. My voice was calm as I said, “There’s a light behind you.”

She screamed. Her light was swinging back and forth, as if hitting someone. As she kept coming toward me, she yelled, “I don’t see anyone.”

I kept quiet.

“Sam!” Her panic picked up a notch.

I still said nothing.

“Oh my god!” Her feet sounded like a stampede, and she was sprinting for me now.

Her phone grew in size, and then she was right next to me. She grabbed my arm, and like before, she dragged me after her. We were both running through the hallways.

She kept chanting, “Oh my god, oh my god,” under her breath as she was trying to read Dex’s directions. “Go left here. Now, right.” She yanked me with her. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

No one was there, but her fear was intoxicating. It started to creep into me, too, and I pressed her to go faster. We were at the door, and we burst through it. I stopped to make sure the door would shut. Summer didn’t. She hightailed it to her car.

Getting there, she saw I was still by the gymnasium, and she pounded on her car’s roof. “What are you doing? Get in the car.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My blood was buzzing from the adrenaline, my run, and Summer’s terror. I folded over, and the laughter poured out of me.

“Wha—” She stopped.

Crap. I needed a ride. I tried to muffle the laughs as I went to the car.

Summer was glaring at me. Her hand crumbled over her keys and she choked out, “Do not tell me that you were fucking with me.”

I got inside and secured my seat belt. She couldn’t kick me out. I looped the strap around me a second time to make sure. I’d hold on to it like it was the only thing anchoring me in a tornado.

I waited until she got in and did her own seat belt. I said, “I might’ve been lying…”

She sucked in her breath.

I finished, “About the second light.”

She was silent.

Then the screams came. “I actually pissed my pants! How could you? Oh my god!”

I waited it out. She kept screaming, but the hysteria slipped a notch, and she started her car before turning out of the parking lot.

Two blocks. I kept telling myself that. We can make it two blocks.

Summer kept ranting, “I’m going to make your life hell. Buckets of water when you’re not expecting it. Your coffee’s always going to be cold. And your shampoo. You’d better hide your shampoo somewhere else because, every chance I get, I’m pouring hair dye in there.” She belted out a harsh laugh, turning into our parking lot. “So bad, Samantha. You’re going to pay so bad.”

She quieted as we got out.

I snuck a look. “I don’t know what came over me. I think I channeled Logan. I’m sorry. I didn’t know how scared you would get.”

Her shoulders loosened, and a short laugh slipped out. She shook her head, her mouth curved up into a rueful grin, and another burst of laughter jerked from her. She shot me a dark look as we entered our dorm. “Oh, man. I’m calmer now. I abhor being scared. Hate it. Hate it with a passion. My boyfriends used to do that shit to me all the time.”

My lips twitched. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t dare.

She cursed under her breath. We started up the stairs to our floor, and she motioned for me. “Go ahead. Let it out. I might’ve overreacted.”

“You think?”

She laughed again, the tension easing a little bit from her. “I knew there wasn’t a second light. I was looking, but it didn’t matter. It was already in my head. What if someone was actually there? They were following me. They could’ve killed me. No one would’ve known, and they would’ve gotten you, too. Okay. My imagination was running wild.”

Right as we topped the stairs for our floor, I murmured, “I will never prank you again.”

She shrugged, letting out a breath of air. “It’s my bad. I know it was a joke—at least, I think I knew it. I totally overreacted, but,” she shot me cautious look, “this just means that I get to plan my payback.”

A retort was on the tip of my tongue, but when our dorm room came into view, it died.

Mason was sitting on the floor outside our room.

He’d been waiting, and judging from the mask on his face, he wasn’t happy about it.

MASON

She was laughing. I heard it as she and her roommate were coming up the stairs.

She had every right to be angry with me. I ditched her. She didn’t know about Nate or that we’d been at the hospital with him for the last six hours, waiting for all the tests to get done before they’d let us take him home. They would’ve kept him for observation, but the last bed went to a heart attack patient. That was what the nurse said when she cleared Nate to go with us. We were given instructions on what to check for, including his breathing, his skin color, his pulse every hour, and a few other things that Logan wrote down. As soon as I could, I went to Sam’s dorm. She hadn’t answered my calls, and as she came down the hallway, I saw the reason.

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