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As ridiculous as it sounds, I implemented this rule to ensure nothing happens between Wes and me. Stella heard some rumours about a new all-star rookie who’s been making his way through the female population of campus, and although names weren’t mentioned, given Wes’ natural swagger and boyish charm, it doesn’t take much to put two and two together. Not that there’s anything wrong with promiscuous activities, but it doesn’t exactly scream boyfriend material. And knowing my luck, Wes would be my first, I’d fall madly in love, then he would move on to the next girl he knocks over.
I’ve lost enough friendships over the years; I don’t want to lose this one too.
My hand appears to be a little behind on the memo because instead of slapping Wes’ arm and moving away like a normal hand does, it decides to stay resting on his bicep. We both look down at my traitorous fingers and before I can snatch my hand away, he looks up and catches my eye.
I’m not sure if emeralds were ever used in hypnosis, but Wes’ eyes sure as heck could have been. The sparkling green beckons me closer and without realizing it, I start to lean in. His gaze flicks to my lips then back up to my eyes.
“Trip, I-
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Oh, hi Wes.” Stella’s voice breaks the trance and I fly off the bench, jumping away from Wes and his mesmerizing eyes.
I hear Wes slowly get up behind me and I will myself not to look back. I can feel the blush rising to my cheeks and the last thing I need is to become a full-blown tomato from making eye contact with the guy I almost kissed.
Oh my god. I almost kissed Wes.
The headache forming at the base of my skull feels like a neon sign with the words THIS IS WHY WE HAVE A NO TOUCHING RULE pounding repeatedly against my brain.
Ugh. Today is not going well.
“Stella, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot we were supposed to meet in the library.” After the psych disaster and my impending hunger, our study session completely slipped my mind.
Worst. Roommate. Ever.
“It’s no biggie, I’m glad Wes was here to… keep you company.” The raised eyebrow and pointed look tells me there will be a debriefing happening very soon.
Remaining uncharacteristically quiet in the background, Wes finally pipes up, “Stella, it’s nice to see you. Trip,” he throws me a brief smile, dimples noticeably absent. “I’ll see you around. Enjoy the rest of your day ladies.” And with that, Wes turns and walks in the opposite direction.
I tamp down the disappointment building in my chest and turn to see my tiny roommate plant her hands on her hips. “You’ve got some explaining to do, missy. And you better not skimp out on the details.”
Chapter 7
Lou
I’m going to be arrested.
The scraps of fabric lying on my bed looked innocent enough until Stella informed me they were my outfit for tonight. One she personally picked out.
I must have been a worse roommate than I thought because the clothes - if they can be called that - Stella picked can only be described as publicly indecent. And I’m pretty sure that’s a felony.
“Stella, you can’t be serious.” I hold up the black square of fabric, frowning at the five inches of material in my hands. “I think you mistook this neck warmer for a shirt. Seriously, it doesn’t even have arm holes.”
I peer through the opening as if sleeves will magically appear on either side. The fabric is soft and stretchy, but that doesn’t escape the fact it barely covers my hands, let alone my torso.
Rolling her eyes, Stella snatches the top from my grasp. “It’s a bandeau, Lou. Like a tube top except smaller.”
“But why would anyone wantsmaller?” Bewildered doesn’t begin to cover my current state. Stella sighs, sits on my bed, and pats the space next to her.
“My dear Lou. You have so many things to learn.” My mattress topper dips as I join her, and I brace myself for the parent/roommate lecture about to come.
“Remember when you agreed to go dancing with me this weekend?” I nod, already regretting that decision. “Well, tonight we are going clubbing. Clubbing is where people our age go to drink, dance, and let loose. Lucky for us, there’s only one club near Taber’s campus so it’s bound to be full. Full is good, because the more people there are, the less awkward it feels to dance.”
I nod again to show I’m listening. Not following per say but listening.
“You know the movie Dirty Dancing? Picture that but university students. Lots of grinding, the occasional make out session, and roommate bonding. Basically, it’s a lot of fun.” Fun sounds more like infectious diseases and a dash of humiliation but I wave a hand for her to continue.
“This right here,” she shakes the neck warmer, er, bandeau in my direction. “Is what we mortals call the secret weapon. We dress up, look sexy, shake our booty,andscore free drinks all night long. It’s the ultimate win-win.”
Like an obedient student, I raise my hand in question.
