By the time the third memory found her, she was sitting on the steps to the fifth floor, waiting for it.
When she saw him, she smiled. He was oh, so young, and oh, so pretty, and she hated the girl furiously, and she could see him even though she couldn't. Shane.
The confusion made her laugh quietly, because he apparently didn't like sex even then. She didn't blame the much-hated blonde, but she didn't blame Shane either.
She understood now, even if she didn't know what to do about it. But at least she understood.