“Do you like pepperoni?” His voice had lost that cocky edge. It was softer, and…No. He was the same. He was still trying to play me. I knew how those guys were. They were only nice until they got what they wanted, and if they didn’t get what they wanted, they took it.
“I’m a vegetarian,” I said and went to the bathroom, just so I could get away from him.
As I passed Darah and Renee’s room, I heard Mase saying something that made them both laugh. Great. Just great. I shut the door of the tiny bathroom and braced myself on the sink. I was losing control. I looked at myself in the mirror. The horrible lighting didn’t do much for my complexion, but it really didn’t do much for anyone. I splashed some water on my face and then hopped up on the sink, setting my back against the mirror. In a matter of a few minutes, my sophomore year had turned completely upside down.
What was I going to do? This strange guy had just invaded my life. Not only my life, but my space. Our bedroom was smaller than a double-size dorm room. We’d be stepping over each other all the time. He’d see me when I woke up in the morning. He’d be the last voice I heard when I went to bed. I was going to see that damn tattoo and that smile all the time.
Hunter Zaccadelli would be the last thing I saw when I went to bed and the first thing I’d see when I woke up. That was not going to fly.
A knock at the door made me jump, and I banged the back of my head against the mirror.
“You okay in there?” It was Hunter.
“Jesus Christ, can’t you leave me alone?” I got down off the sink and yanked the door open.
“I’ll make you a deal, Missy.”
“Why would I want to make a deal with you?”
He smirked as if he was waiting for me to say that.
“Just hear me out. If you can prove to me that you hate me, absolutely hate me, then I’ll leave. Find a couch to crash on.”
I snorted. “That should be easy. You can go pack your stuff now.”
“You haven’t heard the rest of the deal. If you can prove to me that you love me, absolutely love me, I’ll leave.” For the first time his face was serious.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I would never, ever love a guy like you.” I would never, ever love anyone, but that was beside the point.
“Prove it. If you can prove either of those things by the end of the semester, I’ll go.”
“You’re going to be out on your ass before then.”
His smile was easy. He was playing with me.
“Maybe, maybe not. But you look like the kind of girl who likes a challenge.”
The small bathroom space contracted around me, the walls pushing us closer. He took a step toward me, and then another. I backed up until my legs hit the toilet.
“Prove it to me. Show me you hate me.” His voice was soft, and his eyes were demanding. My breathing became desperate, and my vision narrowed to those blue eyes. Something snapped, and my fight instinct took over.
Before he could move closer, I pulled back and slammed my fist into his jaw and my knee into his groin. He doubled over, clutching his face and his balls.
“I fucking hate you. Never corner me again, you son of a bitch.” In his compromised position, I was able to shove around him and get the door open to find three stunned faces.
“What did you do to him?” Renee said.
“Nothing,” I said, pushing past them and running down the hall, down the stairs and out of the building. My lungs heaved as if I’d been running for miles in Gym and had just been allowed to rest. I put my hands on my knees and gasped, feeling like my lungs would never be full again.
People gave me strange looks as they unloaded lampshades and pillows and under-bed boxes from their cars. I ignored them and started walking down the sidewalk toward the parking lot. I pulled out my phone and hit Tawny’s number, hoping she was on her lunch break.
“Hey, Kid, how’s the moving going?” Tawny’s voice brought instant calm, as did her use of my nickname. Everyone in my family had always called me Kid.
“You would not believe the day I’ve had.”
“Tell me,” she said without hesitation.
I proceeded to give my version of the day’s events, including punching Hunter. I had to hold the phone with my left hand because my right had started to swell from its encounter with Hunter’s jaw. I was going to need some ice soon.
I was surprised no one chased after me, but Darah and Renee knew about my freak-outs. They knew to leave me alone and give me my space. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen me like that. I tried to keep most of it under control, but Hunter had pushed my buttons. No one ever cornered me in a tiny space and got away unscathed.
“Aw, Kid, why did you do that?”
“He cornered me, what was I supposed to do?” My hand was red and starting to turn a lovely purple shade.
“You could have told him to back off. That would have been the logical thing to do.”
“You know I’m not a logical person.”
“No shit.” She sighed, and I could hear her munching on something. “Don’t you think you should talk to someone again?” She’d asked me the same thing at least a thousand times.
“Because that worked so well before. No, thank you.”
Tawny sighed again. I finally found my car, Sassy, a red Dodge Charger, in the lot and hit the unlock button. I sat in the driver’s seat with the door open, chatting with Tawny about moving in and stupid stuff. Anything but Hunter.
I could talk to her for hours every day and still find something to say. We were six years apart, and we were as close as two people could be without being twins. Not that our personalities were similar, because they weren’t. Tawny was prettier, smarter, more well liked. I was shorter, not as pretty and angry. I didn’t try to be so angry, and I wasn’t most of the time, but sometimes it just happened. Hunter had made it happen today.
“When are you coming up to see me?” I asked.
“Probably this weekend. Lunch date at Margaritas?” It was one of our favorite semi-chain Mexican restaurants.
“You’re on. Hey, I completely forgot to bring that cute pair of pj pants and the top that goes with it. Can you stop by the house and get them for me?”
“I guess so. You gonna buy my lunch?”
“I guess so,” I said.
“Hey, I have to go, but call me tonight. Call me before you punch someone again, okay? You’re going to have to rein it in if you’re going to live with this guy. Also, you should probably ice your hand.”
“I’m not living with him.”
“Yeah, babe, you kinda are. Unless you win that bet. How the hell are you going to get out of that one?”
“I have no fucking clue. I didn’t technically agree to it.”
“I think you punching and kicking him in the balls was sort of a handshake.”
“Whatever. I’ll call you later. Text me if you want.”
“Bye, Kid.”
“Bye, Tawn.” I clicked my phone off and rested my head on my steering wheel. What the fuck was I going to do?
Three
I didn’t go back inside until my hand hurt so much that I desperately needed ice. The living room was quiet when I snuck in. Most of the boxes were