“You must have murdered a bunch of people in a past life and you’re making up for it now, Lot.” Simon said, watching Zan go back into the building. I didn’t feel like I could breathe until the door closed behind him.
“Shut up, Simon,” Will said.
“Whatever,” I said, peeling myself from the building. I was not going to let them ruin my first day of college. “I feel like I should get drunk and make some bad decisions right now.”
“Lottie, only girls in books do that. And not even good books. Just those crappy romance ones you hide from mom,” Will said. He was right, of course. I had to smuggle in trashy paperbacks so my mother wouldn’t see them.
“Let’s just go to dinner,” Will said, taking my arm and not giving me another option.
Zan
I knew I would see her eventually, I just didn’t think it would be so soon. I hadn’t even had time to rehearse what I could possibly say to her if we ever bumped into each other in the laundry room, or the dining hall. If I’d had time, I might have come up with something better. Something that didn’t make me sound like a dumbass.
I knew it would happen sooner rather than later, given the fact that her brother was my neighbor. I’d seen them putting up the names on the doors, and heard him moving his stuff in, and I’d stayed in my room like a coward so he wouldn’t see me. I didn’t really feel like getting punched in the face on my first day. I also realized that Will’s roommate was the guy who had offered to hep me with the weights earlier. He seemed nice, but I knew as soon as he figured out who I was, his attitude toward helping me was bound to change.
I hadn’t seen her in two years, but there was no mistaking Charlotte Anders, even though her hair was longer and she looked like a woman instead of a girl. Her sadness was as palpable as it had been when I’d seen her after the accident. And her rage. I could feel that, too.
Her eyes weren’t dead anymore. They snapped on mine like lightning, and the world stopped moving for a moment as I was yanked back in time to the night of the accident. Back to when I was just a boy who had a crush on a girl and couldn’t get up the courage to talk to her.
But things had changed since then. Now the biggest emotion I felt when I looked at her was guilt. The other feelings were still there, too, and they all mashed together. What was guilt about the accident and what was part of the crush that was leftover and what was this urge to get her to see me as someone else, I couldn’t separate.
She’d flinched when I’d used her full name, as if I’d slapped her in the face.
Just a few months ago, seeing her would have led me on another downward spiral, but I couldn’t do that now. College was supposed to be my fresh start. A new chance. A place to be around people who didn’t know who I was, didn’t make assumptions about me based on what they had heard.
I wanted to say something to her. So many somethings, but all I could tell her was that I’d graduated a year early from school.
The girl with the angry blue eyes had completely disarmed me. Another Rumi quote spun through my brain: what you seek is seeking you.
I was f**ked.
I went back to my room and lay on my bed, wondering where my new roommate was. My phone rang, and I looked to see who it was before I answered. Huh. It was Katie.
“Hello?” I said. She hadn’t called me in a very long time.
“Hey.” She took a breath before she continued. “I’m just calling to say that I’m sorry about the whole Lottie thing. I should have figured it out sooner, but Zack never mentioned her last name.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
“This is going to make things weirder. I mean, weirder than they already are.”
I couldn’t deny it, because things were going to be weird. As if we didn’t already have enough tension.
“Look, just, don’t do anything. Please,” she said.
She was one to be giving me advice. Not that long ago she was pretending I didn’t exist.
“I won’t.”
“Damn, Zack is back. Bye.” She hung up on me.
Lottie
“We could go out to the movies.” It was clear Will and Simon wanted to keep me away from the dorms. Too much drama in one day.
“I guess,” I said as they shoved me into the truck.
We saw a crappy action movie that I didn’t bother to watch. Afterward I begged Will to take me to the bookstore. I needed some paper therapy.
The first thing I did was to go for the romance section and pick up a few of the bargain titles. As far as I was concerned, the only bad book was a book that didn’t have any pages in it.
Will and Simon went for the science fiction section and then to look at the movies. I made my rounds, hitting the young adult section, the fiction section and the classic section. Of course I found a leather-bound Complete Works of Jane Austen that I had to have. Will just sighed heavily when he saw me staggering to the checkout counter. I didn’t know why he was so surprised. When my high school boyfriend, Clark, and I broke up, I’d gone on a paperback binge and had cleaned out entire shelves at our local used bookstore.
“Where are you going to put them?” Simon said. Of course, his first concern was storage.
“I’ll find a place. You wanna loan me one of your tubs?”
“What?” he said as if I was asking to borrow a kidney.
“Never mind. I’ll buy my own.”
At least the boys helped me carry my latest fix back to the car.
“We can set up something for you on the floor, to sleep tonight,” Will said as we pulled into the student parking lot.
“It’s fine. I’m going to have to face this for the rest of the year, so I might as well get it over with.”
“Are you sure?” he said.
“I’m sure,” I said, hoping that he couldn’t tell I wasn’t. “Look, I’ll text you tomorrow morning for breakfast. Okay?”
Will wanted to say something else, but he shut his mouth.
“You should call Mom.”
“You haven’t called her?”
“Not yet.”
“Will!”
“What? I was too busy making sure you weren’t going to freak out and stab someone.”
“Oh, please.” We stopped outside Will and Simon’s door. I only knew it was theirs because someone had put their names on it while we were at dinner.
“Um, Lot?” Simon said, pointing.
“What?”
“Look.” The door on the right of Will’s had two names on it. One was Devin. The other was Zan.
“Seriously?!” I screamed at the ceiling, throwing my hands up in the air.
Simon and Will looked at each other and I could tell they had no idea what to do. I didn’t know what to do, either.
“I’m going to my room,” I said, taking my bags of books from them and heading for the elevator. I was so tempted to take it to the roof again, but I shoved aside the latest development. I couldn’t deal with one more thing today. My brain would explode and spill out of my ears and I really didn’t want that to happen.
When I opened the door, I thought I had the wrong room.
First of all, the pink was worse than I remembered. Second, there were a bunch of girls in it I’d never seen. And of course, they were all gorgeous.
“Hey,” I said, to alert them to my presence. They were all on Katie’s bed, looking at something on her computer.
“Oh, hey. This is my roommate, Lottie. This is Britt and Karina and Ashley.” She didn’t specify who was who, so that was going to be a challenge. Two were bleach bottle blonde and the other was artificially dark-haired. They clearly all shopped at the same store, because they had shirts with the same brand splashed across the front.
I wasn’t being judgmental at all. Seeing Zack and Zan kind of flipped my bitch switch into hyperdrive.
“Hi,” I said, setting my books down. The one with the dark hair sort of looked me over. I wanted to glare at her, but she quickly looked away.
The four of them ignored me as I started sorting through my books. Katie glanced over, probably wondering if I’d gotten anything pink.
“What did you get?” She glanced at the bags with interest. No, there was nothing pink in them.
“Um, some books.”
“Books?” She said the word as if she’d never heard of them before. “Don’t you already have a bunch of books?” What kind of a question was that? We were college students. And whoever heard of having too many books? Damn, I was losing big in the Roommate Roulette.
“Oh my God, you have to see this, Katie,” the one with the dark hair said, pointing to something on the laptop and laughing with glee.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” I said. “It was nice to meet you.” The three friends just sort of stared at me blankly.
The shower was actually better than I thought it would be. The water pressure was freaking amazing. I stayed in much longer than I would have at home. There was no one else knocking on the door, telling me they had to pee, or that I was using too much hot water.
It was heaven, if only for a moment.
Katie was alone when I got back, with some vampire show on the television. The silence was so thick, my mouth decided to fill it with meaningless chatter.
“So, um. Your parents seem nice,” I said. “I mean, not that they wouldn’t be. You really like pink, don’t you? I had a pink phase when I was four, but Will, my brother, well you met him, he took all my pink stuff and set it on fire. Well, it didn’t really burn, because some of the fabric was flame retardant, but…” Balls. I’d done it again. She reached for her phone and started typing on it. A clear “go away” signal if I’d ever seen one.
“Sorry about that.” I clamped my jaw shut and went to throw my dirty clothes in my hamper so I didn’t have to face her.
“Sure,” she said. She’d barely looked up from her phone during my verbal word spew.
“I’m, um, going to call my mom.”
“Uh huh,” she said, still visually attached to the phone.
“And then I’m going to cut my arms off and beat you in your sleep with them.” She didn’t even react.
With that, I went down to the study lounge, which was empty, seeing as how classes hadn’t begun. I had to get my books the next day, and then Monday we started.
“Hey, Mom, how was your event? Raise lots of money so the roof doesn’t cave in?”
“What’s wrong?” Of course hello was too traditional.
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“Mother’s intuition.” Damn her Mom Superpowers.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Since I got a text from your brother, I’m going to assume neither of you has been killed or dismembered, so you might as well tell me what it is.” My mother didn’t tolerate secrets. She could make Will and I sing like songbirds when we were kids and tried to hide things from her. Yet another one of her powers.
“Zack and Zan Parker are here. In this dorm. Oh, and Zan is living right next to Will. And my roommate is dating Zack. Also, I forgot to bring my cell phone charger.”