laugh. Adrenaline’s pumping through my veins. I feel a thrill unlike any I’ve experienced before. I feel alive .
“What’s so funny?” Andrew asks.
“You look ridiculous!” I call out to him through the sound of rainfall. “Soaked like a wet dog!”
Andrew throws his head back and laughs. He spreads his arms to feel the rain. “Come on,” he grabs my hand. “Let’s get out of the storm!”
Together, we run from the lake, laughing even as our feet slip in the wet ground. Andrew unlocks his car and we jump inside, finally finding a reprieve from the elements. The rain beats down on the car so hard that it’s impossible to see a thing through the windows. It sounds like there are thousands of tiny drummers on the roof.
Andrew wipes the water from his brow. When he looks at me, his eyes are shining. “So. How do you like frolf?”
I lean back into my seat and throw my arms up. “I love it.”
***
Andrew holds my hand the entire drive back. His thumb traces my fingers, sweeps over my knuckles. It makes me feel warm and tingly inside.
We blast the heat in an attempt to dry off. All of it goes to waste when Andrew parks his jeep and we’re forced to run across the lawn to my dorm’s entrance.
“I had fun with you tonight,” he says when we’re under cover of the eaves.
“Me, too.” I think it’s a shame that the night has to end early. But, I’m not as bold as Katy. Not even close. “Will I see you again?” I ask, suddenly shy.
“Of course. You have a cell?”
“Yeah.” I tell him my number. He punches it into his phone.
“All right, Paige.” Andrew turns around. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nod. “Let’s do it.” He starts down the steps. “Andrew! Wait.”
He stops and turns back. “Yes?”
I offer a sultry smile. “Get back here.”
He bounds up to me. I’m flattened against the brick wall as he kisses me again. He’s strong but gentle at the same time.
I think I can get used to this. He’s so yummy.
Andrew pulls away. “I’ve got to go.”
“I know.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promises. “And I won’t stop thinking about you until then.”
I slap him on the arm. “Don’t make fun.”
“I’m serious.” He looks me right in the eye. “I don’t think I’ve ever met another girl like you.”
“One of these days, you’ve got to tell me what that means.”
He laughs. “All right. Tomorrow. If you behave.” He winks, turns around, and ducks his shoulder to keep the rain away as he runs to his Jeep.
I wave as he drives away.
***
“And where did you disappear to all day?” Katy asks when I open the door to our dorm. She’s flat on her back in the middle of the living room, holding Pickles above her head. He purrs as she swings him back and forth. “You missed some intense roomie bonding.”
“Oh, are the other girls here?” I ask, looking around.
“They were. For all of the five seconds it took them to recognize each other from high school. Turns out they were super enemies back then.”
I sit beside Katy on the floor. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“Actually, it turned out great.” Katy rolls over and sets Pickles down. “Both their dads came up here and had this huge fight. You should have seen it. I thought they’d start throwing fists.”
“How is that ‘great’?” I ask.
“Great for you and me,” Katy grins. “The other two girls couldn’t stand the sight of one another. They went to administration and demanded to be put in separate housing.”
I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. The only way I can afford to pay for this place is if we split rent four ways. “And?”
“And with their dads there, the school had no choice but to give in. Apparently they’re both big-shot alumni, or something.” Katy shrugs. “Either way, now you and I have the whole place to ourselves.” She reaches over and scratches Pickles between the ears. “Plus this cuddly guy.”
Blood drains from my head.
Dorothy Salisbury Davis, Jerome Ross