way as he roars into the parking lot on his bike. I want to hate him, or even better, feel absolutely nothing for him. One glance tells me that neither of these two things is close to happening.
Courtney looks over at Ty and then at me. “It’s him! The god of baseball from down the hall?”
“What?” Just the sight of Ty makes my heart hurt. It was bad enough before, but now I know what he’s hiding under his black t-shirt and perfectly worn jeans. As I watch him disappear through the glass door, all I can picture is the look on his face as he lay next to me in my bed. The taste of him. The feel of him. And the minute he walked out I knew that was it. I got it wrong—I thought we had something special going, but for Ty it was just one night.
Courtney watches me watching him. “You went out with him didn’t you?”
“Sort of.” I’ve got to snap out of this. My dancing has sucked and I didn’t even finish that paper for English. It’s ridiculous. But I can’t help it.
“Sort of?” Courtney says as we climb out of the car and pop the trunk. “Holy shit, he’s so hot. And a guy in art history said that he’s heading to the majors next year.”
“Not helping,” I warn her.
“Is that who was over the other night? I knew it!”
I bend down to grab some of the grocery bags so she can’t see my face. “How did you know someone was over?”
“Your black cami, the one that you wouldn’t even let me borrow, was tossed on the floor on Saturday night and your door was closed.” She smacks me on the arm. “I can’t believe you didn’t even tell me!”
The plastic bags are ripping into my fingers as we head for the door. I purposely didn’t tell her because I didn’t want any ‘I told you so’s.’ This is painful enough without Courtney piling on. “I didn’t sleep with him,” I say.
Courtney laughs. “What, he couldn’t get it up? I hear that’s what happens on steroids.”
“No.” I scowl at her. “And he’s not on steroids.”
“So what happened?” She holds the door open for me with her foot.
“Nothing happened! And keep it down.” These hallways echo and I really don’t need to see Ty right now. Three days of not calling, of avoiding me in the halls. Exactly like I knew it would be the moment he slipped out of my bed.
“Obviously something happened,” Courtney says in a harsh whisper as we climb the stairs.
I just shrug and shake my head, trying not to let images from that night come flooding back. “We fooled around a little and then he went home. No big deal.”
“Fine.” She leans her head toward me. “So how was he? As hot as he looks?”
I bite my lip and nod my head. “Hotter.” My mind keeps wandering back to that night at the bar when we talked about all the things we wanted out of life. As he drove me home, my body pressed up against his on the bike. As his tongue darted out to taste my skin. Why am I torturing myself? It obviously didn’t mean anything to him, so how come I can’t get it out of my head?
The hallway’s empty as we turn the corner, and I can’t help but glance at his front door as we walk by. Somewhere in there, only a few feet away, Ty is going about his regular business, probably not even thinking about me at all. I balance the bag on my hip as I open our door, not saying another word until we’re safely inside. “But he bailed, and has been avoiding me ever since. I was just a momentary diversion as far as he’s concerned.”
“Bastard,” Courtney says with such force I have to admit it makes me feel a tiny bit better. We’re roommates, not necessarily best friends, but it’s nice to have her on my side. “Is that why you’ve been moping around the house since last weekend?”
I didn’t think anyone else noticed my pity-party. Now I’m a little embarrassed. “I’m not moping. It was one night—it didn’t mean anything to him. Or to me.”
“Oh come on. You wouldn’t come out with us on Sunday and you’ve
Courtney looks over at Ty and then at me. “It’s him! The god of baseball from down the hall?”
“What?” Just the sight of Ty makes my heart hurt. It was bad enough before, but now I know what he’s hiding under his black t-shirt and perfectly worn jeans. As I watch him disappear through the glass door, all I can picture is the look on his face as he lay next to me in my bed. The taste of him. The feel of him. And the minute he walked out I knew that was it. I got it wrong—I thought we had something special going, but for Ty it was just one night.
Courtney watches me watching him. “You went out with him didn’t you?”
“Sort of.” I’ve got to snap out of this. My dancing has sucked and I didn’t even finish that paper for English. It’s ridiculous. But I can’t help it.
“Sort of?” Courtney says as we climb out of the car and pop the trunk. “Holy shit, he’s so hot. And a guy in art history said that he’s heading to the majors next year.”
“Not helping,” I warn her.
“Is that who was over the other night? I knew it!”
I bend down to grab some of the grocery bags so she can’t see my face. “How did you know someone was over?”
“Your black cami, the one that you wouldn’t even let me borrow, was tossed on the floor on Saturday night and your door was closed.” She smacks me on the arm. “I can’t believe you didn’t even tell me!”
The plastic bags are ripping into my fingers as we head for the door. I purposely didn’t tell her because I didn’t want any ‘I told you so’s.’ This is painful enough without Courtney piling on. “I didn’t sleep with him,” I say.
Courtney laughs. “What, he couldn’t get it up? I hear that’s what happens on steroids.”
“No.” I scowl at her. “And he’s not on steroids.”
“So what happened?” She holds the door open for me with her foot.
“Nothing happened! And keep it down.” These hallways echo and I really don’t need to see Ty right now. Three days of not calling, of avoiding me in the halls. Exactly like I knew it would be the moment he slipped out of my bed.
“Obviously something happened,” Courtney says in a harsh whisper as we climb the stairs.
I just shrug and shake my head, trying not to let images from that night come flooding back. “We fooled around a little and then he went home. No big deal.”
“Fine.” She leans her head toward me. “So how was he? As hot as he looks?”
I bite my lip and nod my head. “Hotter.” My mind keeps wandering back to that night at the bar when we talked about all the things we wanted out of life. As he drove me home, my body pressed up against his on the bike. As his tongue darted out to taste my skin. Why am I torturing myself? It obviously didn’t mean anything to him, so how come I can’t get it out of my head?
The hallway’s empty as we turn the corner, and I can’t help but glance at his front door as we walk by. Somewhere in there, only a few feet away, Ty is going about his regular business, probably not even thinking about me at all. I balance the bag on my hip as I open our door, not saying another word until we’re safely inside. “But he bailed, and has been avoiding me ever since. I was just a momentary diversion as far as he’s concerned.”
“Bastard,” Courtney says with such force I have to admit it makes me feel a tiny bit better. We’re roommates, not necessarily best friends, but it’s nice to have her on my side. “Is that why you’ve been moping around the house since last weekend?”
I didn’t think anyone else noticed my pity-party. Now I’m a little embarrassed. “I’m not moping. It was one night—it didn’t mean anything to him. Or to me.”
“Oh come on. You wouldn’t come out with us on Sunday and you’ve
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