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I clenched and released my hands, nerves frayed.  Jamie and I had agreed to meet there and already hearing the pulsing music I wondered how I was supposed to find her, and if she wanted me too.  Further adding to my stress level I had had a strange dream the night before.  It was bothering me alot.  Luckily, I hadn't heard from the voice since the Oedipus incident.  I rubbed my now sweaty palms on my jeans.

It's now or never, sweetheart.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.  Why me?  I've been perfectly ordinary my entire life, not too wonderful at anything, just average enough, maybe that's what drove me crazy.

You are NOT crazy, and I think I would know.

Oh really?

I am not arguing with you, just get your butt in there, there's someone I want you to meet.

Now you're a prophet?

I heard a brief snort, then silence.  I guess I only had one choice really.  I mean if this voice was a part of me, then part of me wanted to go in there, didn't it?  I blew out a breath and opened my car door, stepping into the tepid air.  What's the worst that could happen?  Lives didn't change at college parties, did they?

The house was a small white bungalow and I briefly pondered whether or not I should ring the bell.  I decided not seeing as no one would hear it.  A haze of pot smoke and the inevitable sounds of a party filtered into my ears.  There were laughs, screams, and loud music.  I wove through the people in the living room that had been converted into a makeshift dance floor.  Although I can't really call grinding pelvises together dancing.  Call me old fashioned.  I saw an open spot on a couch and dove for it, trying to ignore the couple making out next to me.  They were hard to ignore however, and a closer inspection revealed Jamie liplocked with some frat boy.  I waited a couple minutes before coming to the revelation that she wasn't going to notice me, and if she did she would just tell me to buzz off.  I stood awkwardly, avoiding another gyrating couple.  Looking back to the door for a possible escape route (that's right, I realized this isn't my scene) my eyes clashed with green ones that had been laughing last time I saw them.

I winced, and didn't have much time to wonder what he was doing here before he'd crossed to me, because one encounter was just not enough.
   "Hey, Katherine right?"  I was surprised for a second, but it would be pretty hard to forget the girl who barged in the counselor's office the way I had.
   "Kay, actually."
   "Bryce," he nodded.
   "Nice to meet you officially, but I was just getting ready to leave."
   "But, didn't you just get here?"  I narrowed my eyes, I hate being questioned.  "Come on, I'll buy you a drank."  I snickered before I could stop myself.
   "I'm pretty sure it's an open bar, and please never do that again."
   "It was pretty bad," he said, eyes sparkling.
   "Yes, yes it was," I agreed.
   "Will you stay?"  Remebering the voice's words, I nodded.  Maybe this is who I was supposed to meet tonight.