Page 55 of Accidental Roommates

“I don’t think that would’ve helped. I just told her to leave.”

He looks at me. “You’re pure class, you know that?”

I half-smile. “I’ve never been told that, but thank you.”

“I don’t know how you held it together like that. Did you even yell at her?”

“Not really. Yelling and screaming wouldn’t have done any good. It’d just prove to her how upset I am that she took Liam from me.”

“It wasn’t just her. Liam is guilty in this too. I hope you don’t ever let him off the hook for what he did. If he ever comes back to you, wanting to—”

“I won’t take him back. I still love him but not in the same way. I love the Liam I used to know. The Liam I thought he was. But it wasn’t real.” I feel myself choking up again and force out a smile. “Let’s not talk about Liam. Let’s talk about you. Any luck with the ladies since I’ve been gone?”

“No. I’ve just been sitting here all alone.” He frowns. “Nobody wants me.”

I laugh. “Yeah, right. How many girls came up to you?”

He smiles. “A few, but I politely sent them away.”

“Why?”

“They weren’t my type.”

“Andrea said that shouldn’t matter. She said I should date all different types of guys so I know what I want. Maybe you should take the same approach.”

“I already know what kind of girl I want.”

“So tell me, what’s your ideal girl?”

“I can’t say. It’s confidential.”

I roll my eyes, smiling. “You’re strange.”

Brent appears, a soda in his hand. “You guys seen Andrea? Troy’s looking for her.”

“She’s with Lana,” I say.

“Great,” he says with a sigh, sitting down next to Jace. “Now I’ll have to hear about what an ass I am for the millionth time.”

“You are an ass,” Jace jokes.

“Lana knew I didn’t want anything serious. I don’t know why she’s still pissed at me.”

“You dated Lana longer than you’ve dated anyone else, which made her think you were serious about her, and serious about the relationship. But then you dumped her. That’s why she’s pissed.”

“You know a lot about girls,” I tell Jace.

He shrugs. “A little.”

“She shouldn’t have made all those assumptions.” Brent takes a drink of his soda. “If she’d come out and asked me if I’d changed my mind about relationships, I would’ve told her I hadn’t. It’s her own fault she got hurt. I never promised her anything.”

Jace doesn’t respond as he lays back on his lounge chair and adjusts his sunglasses.

“Where’d you get the soda?” I ask Brent.

“At the snack stand. It’s by the water slides. Or there’s a soda machine by the entrance.”

“I can get you one,” Jace says, sitting up.

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