"Well one, I think people flock to those like them. It's how me and my best friend met," she points out. It's a theory she believes in, at least. "Amanda? Is she the hottie with you and the dork at the table?"

She blinks at that. "Whoa, wait, believing you're burning to death is a hereditary trait? That's new," she admits, though she laughs as he goes on, shrugging.

"I don't have one, so I'm checking out others. None of the horrible in my life haunts me so my room is just like normal. Well, not normal, but it's just this fight between me and my bestie and I know it ends with us making up and having the best prom night ever." Again, best for her, not the dead people, or the sheriff who believes his son hung himself, or the teacher that got her throat cut. But there was one less serial killer in the world after they shot him to cover for what they did.