Page 92 of Accidental Roommates

“Yeah, right.” She laughs again. “I’ll text you the address. Meet me there at nine?”

“Okay. See you then.”

“You better not bail on me!”

“Yeah, got it. I’ll be there.”

Just after nine, I arrive at the party in a tight red dress and black heels, my hair down and straight. The dress is really short and shows off a lot of cleavage. It’s not at all comfortable, but if my goal is to find a date, this should definitely get me one.

“You made it!” Andrea squeals, running up to me. Her dress is so short that it barely covers her, and her heels are so high I don’t know how she can walk in them.

“You were right,” I tell her. “The place is packed.”

Looking around the room, I notice all the guys. Big muscular guys. All hot. Probably all athletes. I spot Troy and Brent on the other side of the room. I look for Jace but don’t see him. He texted me earlier that he was going out tonight, but didn’t say where. I didn’t respond to his text.

“You need a drink,” Andrea says.

“I’m not ready for one,” I tell her.

“You’re getting one anyway.” She leads me to the keg and fills two plastic cups with beer. She hands me one. “So, where should we start?”

“What do you mean?”

“Which guys should we go up to first?”

“What happened to your rule about not making the first move?”

“Sometimes men can be shy until they’ve had more to drink, especially with hot girls like us. We’re very intimidating.”

I laugh. “I’m not intimidating.”

“How about them?”

She points to some guys walking in front of us. They’re huge, like linebackers.

“Too big,” I say.

“You don’t like big?” She winks at me.

“That’s not what I meant.”

She laughs, then looks up when she notices Troy behind her, his arms going around her waist.

“Hey, babe.” He kisses her. “You look hot.”

“Thanks!” She turns to him and they kiss again.

I don’t get these two. They kiss. They flirt. But they’re not dating. They’re worse than Jace and me. We may flirt with each other, but we don’t kiss.

“Come home with me tonight,” Troy says to Andrea, pulling her against him.

“Maybe.” She smiles. “If I can’t find anyone better.”

“No one’s better than me.” He leans down and kisses her neck.

“I said maybe,” she says. “Now go.”

He straightens up and smiles at her. “Later.”

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