"Let me guess—had a crush on a hot straight guy who turned out to be a jerk?"she asks.
I chuckle."Pretty much."
"Guys are the worst.I've dealt with my share of jerks, too," she says, her voice trailing off as the bell on top of the café door rings.
Two more guys walk in, heading straight for Fox's booth.Both of them are just as good-looking.Fox greets them with a handshake, and they start whispering.One of them says something that makes Fox laugh—a sound so captivating, I feel like I could listen to it all day.
Leanne sighs, snapping me back to reality again."You okay?You're looking kind of zoned out."
"Did you date one of those guys?"I ask, noticing her discomfort.
She winces."Fooled around with one, yeah.Carter, the shorter one with the black hair and that cocky smirk.Total asshole."
I glance over at the group again.Carter is now flirting with the redhead and Fox is deep in conversation with the other guy—a dark brown-haired guy who’s also attractive and way out of my league.
Then, suddenly, Fox's gaze locks onto mine again, freezing me in place.His expression twists in disgust, like I'm something he scraped off his shoe.The guy sitting with him follows Fox's stare, and now they're both glaring at me.
"Look away, Cameron," I tell myself."Look.Away."
But before I can, Fox sneers."What the fuck are you staring at?"his voice is loud, drawing everyone’s attention.
My heart stops.The café goes silent, and everyone—Leanne, the other customers, even Fox's friends—turns to look at me.
I can feel my face burning with humiliation, the kind that makes you wish the ground would swallow you whole.Fox mutters something else under his breath but I can't make it out.
“Yeah, look away, you little shit,” Fox yells.
I just need to get out of here.
"You wanna go?"Leanne asks softly.
"Yeah," I whisper.
We stand up, leaving behind our half-finished drinks and food.As we walk out, I can feel Fox's eyes burning holes into my back.
It's almost 10 p.m., and my roommate still hasn't shown up.I've had dinner, studied, and now my mind keeps drifting back to Fox Wilder.He's every bit as good-looking as I thought, but that attitude?Absolutely disgusting.
As I half-heartedly review my notes from today's lectures, I hear the front door open.My head snaps up—maybe that's him.My roommate.
I wait, listening to the sounds of shuffling and the door closing.Should I introduce myself?I don't want him to freak out, thinking there's a stranger in his apartment.
Throwing on a T-shirt and running my fingers through my hair, I head down the hall toward the living room.The lights are off, but I hear movement in the kitchen.The fridge door is open, casting a dim glow.
"Hey, man," I call out, trying to sound friendly.
"Shit!"comes the startled reply.
The fridge door slams shut."Who the fuck are you?"
That voice.Why does it sound familiar?
I flick the light switch by the door and the kitchen floods with brightness.
No.No way.This cannot be happening.
Standing in front of me, holding a carton of milk, is none other than Fox Wilder.
And he's my roommate.
