Page 10 of Spin The Bottle
“Bad roommate?” I ask, dropping down on the couch beside Grayson.
She eyes me warily for a second. “Yeah,” she says. “The worst.”
“Damn. That sucks.” I note how she spoke to me without a remark. Yet. “Is that why you’re celebrating?”
She smirks, the side of her lips lifting. That’s still a smile, right? That counts. “We’re celebrating because you’ve got a new roommate.”
I can’t help but grin. “Would that be you?”
She rolls her eyes. “I mean Rosalie.”
“Right,” I murmur. “And where will that leave you?”
“Far away from you,” she replies.
Grayson eyes me, noticing the way she’s ribbing me. “Have you two met before?”
“We’re in the same class.” I shrug. “I’m sure we’ll get acquainted soon.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Not if I have anything to do with it. You probably won’t show up anyway.”
I go still. “What does that mean?”
She sits upright, tilting her body forward to face me. “How you blatantly use your reputation as an excuse to slack off.”
“Slack off?” I repeat. “I work hard.”
“I’m sure,” she says with an eye roll. “So you didn’t lie about having practice that morning?” Her head tilts, thinking she’s got me.
I didn’t have practice. I worked late the night before, slept through my alarm. Can’t tell her that, though.
Grayson brings his knuckles to his mouth, hiding his laughter. I’m sure he’s loving this, seeing a girl who can’t stand me.
When I don’t answer, she shakes her head. “Who knows? Maybe you won’t even have to work.” She waves a hand to Grayson. “You’ll probably get him to do it for you.”
“Nah,” Grayson replies. “I don’t do that anymore.”
“About that.” I extend my legs, crossing them on the table. “Jordan has been hounding me to get you to do it. Why don’t you?”
He shrugs. “I don’t have a reason to anymore. I needed the money; I wanted to leave. I don’t want that anymore.” He looks to the side, down at Rosie, who’s looking up at him like he hung the moon. “I finally have a reason to stick around. Don’t want to do anything to risk it.”
A snicker leaves my lips. “That’s cute as shit. But unhelpful.”
“He’s just going to have to do it himself,” Leila says. “As will you.”
I tip my body forward, glancing at her. “Wanna be study partners?”
The craziest thing happens. She laughs. Like an actual laugh. Sure, she’s laughing at the idea of working with me, but fuck, it’s a pretty sight. Might be the only time I get her to laugh around me, so I eat it up, watching how the corner of her eyes wrinkle, and her pink lips tip up in a cute smile. She’s pretty, that’s for damn sure. “I work alone.”
I tut. “Not very social of you.”
“I have no problem being social,” she replies. “Just with dealing with arrogant assholes.”
I rub my chest. “Ouch.” I let out a laugh, knowing how wrong she is. At least I have her fooled, right?
“Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes. “We both know nothing I say is going to hurt you. You don’t care what I think.”
“I don’t?”
