Chapter 1

Pacific Crest University was a private college located in Sunset Bay. The college itself is known for their high number of talented people attending this facility. It is as if all the top researchers and professors graduated from this university. If someone would say that they are attending this university they would be looked on with admiration and wonder. Sunset Bay itself was a small typical town with its own history and wonder. Some mountains here, some park there and you have an well developed area. A good area to live in. Businesses are starting to form from the newly graduated students, all of them with the hopes of making it. 
Even though the place isn't as wonderous as it seems, its probably the same as every common university. I moved in the library trying to find the perfect book to read. I was currently in the Cascade Library, roughly 20 min away from campus. It was a small library, relatively unknown, a perfect place to wait until the next lecture take place. The only reason it's unknown is because it is out of the way and out of place. Also the university has their own large library, so there was no reason for a student to be here.
But I was here. It is a good place to relax and just read a book in peace. No one could bother him here, because no one would come here.  
Nonsense, I thought to myself as I grabbed the next Detective Conan manga and made myself towards the nearest table.
I passed by the weird attendant who was sleeping on the counter. There it was the perfect place. The light hitting the table at the perfect angle so that it would not blind him yet make him warm. The window was slightly open as to not let in all the air yet the perfect cool spring breeze that would make anyone fall asleep. My eyes were already drooping as I made myself comfortable on this place. There is the perfect moment. 
"This can't get any better. I am in heaven." I started flipping the soft manga pages. The fresh smell of books the air the warmth. Yes, yes, yes, yes-

"AHHH there you are!"
The voice tore through the stillness of the library like a cannonball crashing through a sheet of glass. I turned the page of my book.'
"Yo, what's good, my friend? I was looking all over for you."
Another page turned. The voice was getting closer, its owner apparently determined to test the limits of public library etiquette. The source of the ruckus finally plopped down in front of me.
"You know it's rude to ignore people, right?"
I sighed inwardly, lifting my gaze just enough to acknowledge her existence. There she was—a brunette beauty, about 20 years old, same as me, with gray eyes that sparkled like they were always in on some secret joke. I glanced around, but no one else was in sight. The lazy attendant, who should've been maintaining some semblance of order, was still slouched in a corner, snoring away.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I be talking to? Do you know how hard it was to find you, geez?"
She was like a hurricane, all energy and exaggerated movements, as if someone had plugged her directly into an electrical socket. I found myself wondering if she was fueled by something other than coffee and sugar.
"Do I know you?" The question slipped out before I could think better of it.
Her expression froze, just for a second, like a computer caught in a glitch. Ah, so I was supposed to know her. But judging by her reaction, this wasn’t our first encounter, though it felt like it to me.
"I'm your classmate, remember? We've been taking Biochem and Physio together for months now. How could you forget?"
"I’m pretty sure I’d remember someone like you."
"GEEZ, you really have the worst memory. How do you even function day-to-day? But anyway, I'm Lily Millie, don't forget it this time, okay?"
Her name rang no bells, but the chaos she brought with her was unmistakable. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if this scenario had played out before in some alternate reality.
"Yeah, I must look pretty rude for not remembering you."
"Pretty shitty, yeah. Cold, too. You’re a real piece of work."
Great. Just what I needed—someone who claimed to know me and was dead set on being part of my life. Judging by her attitude, past-me must’ve thought it was a brilliant idea to get involved with someone so... relentless. But I couldn’t really blame myself. Lily seemed like the kind of person who would befriend a brick wall if it stood in front of her long enough.
"So, Miss Millie—""We’re the same age, you big doofus! How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Lily. L-I-L-Y. It’s simple, right? Easy to remember!"
"Sorry, my memory is abysmal."
"Sometimes I think you’re intentionally forgetting my name, you jerk! It really hurts my feelings, you know? Try harder."
"I’ll do my best." Though, in all honesty, I’d probably forget again by tomorrow.
"Don’t you have class right now, Lily?"
"Nope, Professor Rakoshi is sick."
"Then I’ll see you in Microbiology."
She stood up, ready to leave. I almost thought I was off the hook.
"Wait, no! We don’t have Microbio together! It’s Biochem and Physio, remember? And I still have something to tell you!"
So close. So damn close.
"You know how hard it is to find you?"
I shrugged. "It’s intentional."
"Anyway, I wanted to invite you to Noel’s birthday party. You remember Noel, don’t you?"I vaguely recalled my lab partner, a guy who sat next to me purely out of coincidence. "Kind of."
"Why do you remember him and not me? Whatever. I want you to come to his party with me. It’s on Saturday, so—"
"But why me? I don’t think I’m really friends with him."
She leaned in, eyes wide with disbelief. "You weren’t here the first month of uni, were you?"
"Yeah, I had some unpleasant stuff going on."
"And you missed all the parties. That’s why you don’t remember. But hey, this time, you’re coming, okay? It’s just gonna be a small group, like five more people. We’re gonna drink and have a blast!"
"I don’t drink."
"Geez, you don’t have to drink. Just be there!"
"I’d probably just bring the mood down."
"No way! We’re gonna have fun whether you like it or not."
"Seven people would throw off the balance."
"Who cares about balance? Most friend groups have three people, and that works out just fine." She said it like she’d discovered the secret to world peace.I frowned. This girl was like a force of nature, and I was starting to realize that resistance was futile.
"There’s a killer on the loose."
"I’ll pick you up in my car."
I thought the news of a serial killer might get her to back off, but she didn’t even flinch. Five victims already, and she wasn’t fazed at all. Strange. Really strange.
"So, free up your schedule for Saturday. I’ll pick you up here, alright? You don’t look like you have any plans."
That stung. But she was right. I had nothing going on.
"Fine, if you’re okay with me just sitting there, then yes."
"Really? Yaaay, that’s super great!"
She practically jumped for joy, as if she’d just won the lottery."
 I’ll text you the details. And don’t you dare forget about me again.
"With that, she bounced out of the library, leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. What an awful character. Like an unbridled storm, truly nonsensical. The attendant, who had woken up at some point during our conversation, gave me a thumbs up.
I stood up, too, heading off to my next class. Saturday was going to be a long day. Huh, I guess I need to buy a present for the birthday party. But who was it for again...?