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later, he came back down the hall and handed it back to me. “I programmed my number
    in. So, if for some reason, you have to reach me for anything, you have it. I’ll also call you if I am running
    late from work tomorrow night before we study.”
    “Okay, thanks.”
    “Don’t be scared. You’re gonna do fine.”
    I nodded silently, wondering how I got myself into this.
    Jake grabbed a banana, then his jacket and laptop from the couch. “I have to get back to work. I just
    came home because I forgot my laptop. I’ll catch you later.”
    “Okay. Catch you later. Oh, wait…Jake?”
    He turned around. “What’s up?”
    “I never thanked you for my bat.”
    He said nothing, just smiled, winked and stuck out his tongue in jest. For the first time, I noticed it was
    pierced too.
    Damn.
    When the door slammed shut, I closed my eyes and sighed.
    Oh yeah, I was in deep doo doo…in more ways than one.
    From the street, I could hear Jake in the distance. “Fuck you too, Mrs. Ballsworthy!”
    I covered my mouth in laughter. My new home was a bizarre place, but there was nowhere else I
    wanted to be at that moment.
    Then, I looked down at my phone and noticed he had changed the wallpaper on the screen. It was one
    of those “Keep Calm and Carry On” sayings that pretty much summed up my day, in honor of my
    encounter with our lovely neighbor:
    Keep Calm and Go Fuck Yourself.
    CHAPTER 5

    Tuesday was my day off from classes, and I spent the day doing laundry and nervously anticipating my
    tutoring session with Jake that night. I was 22-years old, but the level of obsession I was experiencing made
    me feel like I was sixteen.
    I still could not believe I had agreed to the terms of his bet. Truthfully, I knew I wasn’t going to get A’s
    on my tests no matter how hard I studied, so I could pretty much start mentally preparing myself for the
    worst. Even though what Jake proposed terrified me, I really didn’t ever consider telling him no.
    He was like no other guy I had ever known. It wasn’t just that he looked different (in a very good way).
    He had a self-assurance and commanding way about him that was hard to resist, but that oddly, also made
    me feel safe.
    Growing up in my small town, the guys I had met from the time I was a teenager up until I moved here
    were cookie cutter. I had yet to meet someone like Jake: dark and dangerous on the outside but smart and
    clever on the inside; someone who owned a room the second he stepped into it.
    My last serious boyfriend, Spencer, could not have been more different from Jake. He was a clean-cut,
    church-going kind of guy, who my parents and everyone else just loved. He was a few years older and sold
    insurance for a living, but looking back, if you ask me, the only thing he was ever really good at selling was
    a false impression of himself. What my family didn’t realize was that behind that squeaky-clean exterior,
    was a man that constantly tried to berate me with critiques and put-downs. And ultimately, he cheated on
    me. I felt like I wasted three years and got nothing out of it, except a certificate of completion in Asshole
    101. He was the only guy I ever slept with. What a waste.
    I shook my head to rid my mind from thoughts of Spencer as I continued to fold shirts in the basement
    laundry room. Then, my cell phone rang, and I saw it was my father.
    “Hey, Dad.”
    “Hi, sweetie. I am just checking in. How are things going at the new place?”
    I can’t stop obsessing over my roommate.
    “Pretty good so far.”
    “How’s Ryan?”
    Who?
    “He’s great. Turns out he’s actually dating my other roommate, Tarah.”
    “Really? Good for him. Nice girl?” he asked.
    “Yes, very.”
    “Well, you know Ryan is like family to us. So, I couldn’t be happier that he is there to look out for
    you.”
    Actually, Ryan’s head is so far up Tarah’s ass, I am lucky if he even realizes I still live here.
    “Me too,” I said.
    My father sighed. “What about the other