Page 50 of Accidental Roommates

“Where?” I glance around us.

“Don’t look!” She turns me toward her. “Pretend we’re talking.”

“We are talking.”

“He’s coming over.” Her eyes dart to the left. I follow them to a guy who’s tall and thin, wearing pale green swim trunks and a white polo shirt. His hair is wavy and slicked in place with some kind of product. He’s decent looking but not hot like Troy. This guy looks like he grew up in a mansion, attended a fancy prep school, and sailed on the weekends.

“Andrea,” he says, interrupting the fake conversation we were having. Andrea was smiling and laughing, another one of her tricks for getting a guy’s attention.

She turns to him. “Do I know you?”

She’s pretending not to know him? That’s an interesting move.

“We had biology together last year.”

“That’s right. Now I remember. You’re Ted. Or was it Tad?”

“Tad. Tad Langley.”

“Tad, this is my friend, Kenzie.”

“Hi.” I smile at him.

He glances at me, then back at Andrea. “You want to go somewhere?”

“Right now?”

“We could grab some lunch, then go do something. I’ll need to stop at my apartment first and change. You might as well come with me.”

He wants her to go to his apartment? Now? I may not be an expert when it comes to guys, but I’m pretty sure he’s trying to figure out the fastest way to sleep with her.

“Sorry, but I’m here with friends,” Andrea says. “I can’t leave.”

“Maybe tonight.” He gets his phone out. “What’s your number?”

She gives it to him and he puts it in his phone, then walks off without even telling her goodbye.

When he’s out of hearing range, Andrea turns to me. “Okay, so he doesn’t have the greatest personality but he’s probably just nervous. I won’t know for sure until we’ve gone out a few times.”

“I know I just met you, but he doesn’t really seem like your type.”

“Right now, every guy’s my type. I’m trying them all so I can figure out what I want. Maybe Tad’s the guy for me or maybe he’s not, but I at least want to give him a chance.”

I’m not going to argue with her. She clearly likes the guy, but I can’t figure out why. He seemed rude, arrogant, and self-centered. He didn’t even say hi to me.

“Now we have to find someone for you,” she says. “I’ll be right back.”

Before I can ask where she’s going, she darts off into the crowd.

Someone touches my arm. “Hey.”

I turn and see a guy standing there. He’s average height with sandy brown hair, wearing board shorts and a t-shirt.

“Oh, am I in your way?” I step back.

“No. I just wanted to introduce myself.” He smiles at me. “I’m Mark.”

“I’m Kenzie. I’m new here. At the college. And the town. I’m a junior. I just graduated from community college.”

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