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Cas unpacked her bag onto the bed. She moved some of the clothes already there to make space for her own clothes. She ran Arturo's choice of clothes through her fingers. Just one of these shirts probably cost more than she made in a month. Maybe she'd get used to wearing them in time. Cas shook her head and finished putting her clothes away. There was no point in getting used to anything here, she wouldn't be staying that long anyway.

Cas pulled her dress off and changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. As Cas pulled her t-shirt over her head, there was a knock at the door. "Yeah?"

Amy came in, a tub of ice cream in her hand. "Hey..I thought you might like some company? I suppose I can help you out by answering any questions you have and I'll tell you a little about our situations and why we are here..." she said, sitting down on the bed. " I've got Ben and Jerrys!"

Cas nodded, "Ok, yeah, sure." She joined Amy on the bed. "So, uh, what is the deal here? Why do you all stay? Why don't you try to leave?"

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Dean opened his laptop, scrolling through for anyone that might be doing the same major as Cassie. He knew she wanted to major in Literature, so that helped. He checked name after name of potential classmates, paying particular attention to any guys he came across, finding no clue that any of them knew Cassie. His mouse hovered over a profile. It was the girl from the reception. Claire Sanders. Curious, he clicked on her profile. He checked Claire's pictures.

Click No. Click No. Click Yes.

There she was. Cassie stood smiling, her arm around Claire's shoulders. God, she was beautiful. He ran his finger down the screen in lieu of being able to touch her face for real. He grabbed his cell and headed back down to reception. The girl was still there. "Hey, do you know Cassie Shephard?"

"Cas? Yeah, sure, why?" Claire asked.

"I'm supposed to be meeting her, but I can't get in touch with her." He held up his phone, "My phone rebooted and I lost all my contacts. Do you have a number for her?"

Claire twisted her hands together. "I'm not sure I-"

"Come on, she'll never know. She'll just think I'm calling her. I won't tell if you don't." He smiled at her, using the same smile he had used to charm Cassie.

Claire nodded, scribbling down a number on a scrap of paper. "There you go. She might not answer. I think she hooked up with someone, she kinda disappeared on us last night."

"I'll give it a try, thanks." He smiled tightly. Why the hell was Cassie sleeping with someone else? They were meant to be together. Cassie and Dean, that's how it was supposed to be. No one else. "I'll see you around."