Clark POV:
I tried going back to bed.
Keyword: tried.
Lucas was clearly nuts. Or maybe just too high-strung for a place like this. Whatever it was, I shouldn't have let him get in my head. I shouldn't have even engaged him.
Monsters?
Right. And maybe next week, I'd be abducted by aliens who wanted to teach me advanced calculus.
It was a prank. Had to be. Some messed-up, long-standing tradition where seniors test how gullible the freshmen are. Maybe they had a whole betting pool about who would crack first. Lucas just happened to be the poor bastard who snapped early.
And if, by some insane chance, he was telling the truth?
Then it was a cult.
Big deal. I wasn't joining it.
I rolled over in bed, pulling the blanket over my head like Lucas had done last night. Ironic. But even under the covers, the room felt colder. Like whatever panic he brought in had left a residue behind.
My hand instinctively reached for my phone. I hovered over sara's name.
