my hand. “You should write Hallmark cards.”
“Laugh all you want, I’m going to be famous at something one day. I just don’t know what yet.”
“I’m sure you will be--,” I trailed off when I heard someone shout outside the hallway door. ‘What in the hell?” I asked.
“I’ll go see,” Cody said, walking over to the door. His mouth screwed up in a hard to read expression. “Come here,” he mouthed, motioning me toward the door.
I walked over and saw Matt and Jamie arguing in the hallway. He was pointing his finger in her face and she was on the verge of tears. “What are y’all doing?” I busted out, hands on my hips.
They both turned to me at the same time. Jamie pressed her mouth into a thin line and Matt smiled. “Hey, baby. Sorry…” he trailed off, clearly trying to think of something to say, “I’m just talking to Jamie about Tyler.”
‘What about him?” I asked, irritated at the people watching us.
“She was just concerned if he was serious about them or not. I was just making sure she understood.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why haven’t you answered me back yet? I’ve text you ten times Jamie.”
She shrugged and pulled at her hair. “I’ve been busy. Sorry, I have to go.” She turned around and ran down the hallway.
Matt shrugged, walked over kissed my forehead and said, “I’m going to baseball practice, I’ll see ya tonight.”
I waited until he disappeared down the hallway before looking at Cody. “What the fuck was that about?” he asked.
“I have no idea.”
“Excuse me would you look over my essay?” someone asked from behind me. I watched down the empty hallway and grabbed their paper.
“Sure.”
Chapter Nine
Liam
Sarah had been pretty forward about us today. She wanted us to cool down, and I didn’t think I could. I would because I said I would try. She did say she’d go with me to see my parents. Which, I knew was a bad idea, but I wanted to take her. I slammed my forehead against the bathroom wall. It would be hard pretending to be with Sarah, knowing I really wanted to be with her.
Reaching over I tried to turn on my water, but the shower head oozed out a slow drizzle. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I picked up my phone to call the landlord when I remembered she’s a fucking bitch. It’d be three hours before she sent someone up. Frustrated, I bit my lip, grabbed my clothes and marched over to 203A.
Sarah opened the door. Her long tanned legs barely covered with a pair of cheerleading shorts, and her flat stomach showing between the elastic waist of her pants and the bottom of her tank top. “Hi,” I said, finally finding her eyes.
She smiled. “HI, what’s up?”
“My shower will not work, is there any way I could use yours?”
Her faced turned pale. Maybe this was a bad idea. But before I could run from humiliation, she opened the door all the way. “Sure, you can use Cody’s.”
“No he can’t,” Cody said from the kitchen. He tugged off his shirt. “I’m getting in. You can use Sarah’s.” He gave Sarah a smile and ran into what I assumed was his bathroom.
She looked back at me and motioned for me to follow her. I tried not to laugh at her face. Then I saw her ass in those shorts and my dick reminded me not to ever laugh at her again. “Okay, here it is,” she said, opening the door. The smell smacked me in the face when I walked in. It smelled like vanilla, a scent I’d smelled on her the night at the lake. She had orange, pink and yellow towels, shower curtains and orange rugs. I smiled and looked over at her.
She was nervously picking at her shirt and not meeting my eyes on purpose. “There are towels in the cabinet, shampoo, body wash and conditioner. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
I licked my lips and nodded at her. “Sure.”
Sarah
Holy Hell. I shut the door and slid against the wall. He was naked in the next room, no clothes, just all manly inch of him bear. I shivered.
I heard the shower turn on and then my door creaked opened. “What are you doing in here? You said you had to take a shower,” I said.
Cody rolled his eyes. “That was a ploy to get him in your shower. Don’t cha just want to sneak in there and take a little peak?”
I