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I’m naked and freezing if you couldn’t tell. Wait,” I stop him from leaving. Taking his hand off the wooden door he turns back around to face me. “Could you at least hand me my towel?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    As soon as he walks out of the bathroom, I rush out of the tiled shower and lock the door. I’ve never had a reason to before. Dusty has a half-bath in the master bedroom, so he’s never needed to come in while I was in here. I should have realized it wasn’t Dusty in the first place. Stupid girl. Although his demeanor was funny, like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I’ll have to remember Dusty and I aren’t alone here anymore.
    Drying off, I wrap the towel around my chest, careful to hold it at its ends. We don’t need it falling down as I’m walking down the hallway and mistakenly flashing Colby for what could possibly be the second time tonight. Rounding the corner, I open Dusty’s bedroom door and step in. He is sitting with his laptop on his lap and a grin on his face.
    “What’s so funny?”
    The coyness in the air is tangible. “Oh, nothing.”
    Walking over to the queen bed Dusty is resting on, I sit down and wait for him to tell me what he’s laughing at. I know him like the back of my hand, and I know he won’t be able to keep whatever has him laughing to himself for long.
    A few seconds pass before he speaks up, just like I knew he would. “Want to see what Brittani posted on her Facebook wall?”
    “Not really. Is there a reason why I need to see it?” Who knows what that little priss has done or said this time. I wouldn’t put anything past her bimbo ass.
    “You don’t need to…but I think you’d want to, considering Colby is going to be living here. He might want to see it too.” Without hesitation, Dusty jumps off the bed and lays his computer down on his flannel comforter before stepping out into the hallway. Scared that he might bring Colby back with him, I get up and throw on a pair of Dusty’s sweatpants. I slide on my sports bra and plain white T-shirt from the bottom drawer of his dresser.
    I open the nightstand on my side of his bed and pull out my brush. As I’m running it through my wet hair, the door opens, and in steps Dusty with Colby close behind. Colby’s eyes glance around the room as he takes another step towards the edge of the bed.
    “Wow, this is a big bedroom.”
    “Yeah, I know. If you wanna trade, we can, but your rent will go up,” Dusty teases.
    “Does she come with the room?” My eyes widen as he and Dusty burst out in laughter. I don’t know what was funny about that. It was a rather obnoxious question if you ask me.
    Interrupting them, I grab ahold of the laptop and am rendered speechless as my eyes take in the words on the screen. Looking up, I see Dusty leaning against his dresser. His arms are folded over his chest. All I can do is shake my head. It’s Colby who should be worried, not me.
    Without saying a word, I get up and hand him the computer. He looks lost and oblivious to the fact that our town’s slut has already claimed him. “New boy in town bitches!” I read out loud with disgust oozing out of my mouth, lacing my words. “You might want to steer clear of Barbie. Well, unless she’s your type. If that’s the case, I’d say she’s a sure thing.” Turning on my heels, I walk out of the bedroom. Feeling aggravated, I march towards the front door. I need fresh air.
     

     
    THE SOUND OF footsteps on the pavement tells me someone is coming up behind me. The noise grabs my attention away from my roaming thoughts. We live in a safe, small town, don’t get me wrong, but there are psychos all over the world. Turning my head to the side, I see my best friend wearing nothing but a pair of jeans tucked in his boots and I feel a sense of relief wash over me.
    Playing with a small pebble, I smile. “Well, hey there, country bumpkin’.” He strolls closer and sits beside me on the curb out front of the