Maybe Not
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“I can’t stay here,” she says, shaking her head.
“Why not? From the sound of it, you’re about to spend the day searching for an apartment anyway. What’s wrong with this one? You won’t even have to walk very far to get here.”
The door to Ridge’s bedroom opens and I can see the girl’s eyes widen slightly, as if she’s nervous. That’s probably not a good sign for Ridge, but he’s so hung up on Maggie, adding this chick as a roommate shouldn’t be an issue for any of us. I wink at her and stand up to walk my bowl back to the kitchen. I speak and sign at the same time. “Have you met our new roommate?”
Ridge glances at her and then looks back at me. “Yeah,” he signs. “She needs a place to stay, so I’ll probably just let her use Brennan’s room. Or if you want, she can take your room and you can take Brennan’s, so we both aren’t having to share a bathroom with girls.”
I shake my head. “No way are you putting me further away from Bridgette. Our bathroom sex is my favorite.”
Ridge shakes his head. “You’re pathetic.” He walks back to his room and I look at our new roommate.
“What did he say?” she asks, nervously.
“Exactly what I thought he’d say,” I tell her. I walk to my room and grab my keys off the dresser. I glance into the bathroom and see Bridgette at the sink. I swing the door open and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She tries to pull away from me, but I also see the smile tugging at her lips.
My eyes fall to the black Sharpie sitting next to the sink. I pick it up and eye Bridgette suspiciously. She shrugs her shoulders and I laugh.
I didn’t think she had it in her, but after the water cup prank and now this, I fear I might have met my match. At least the new roommate is being hazed early.
I close the bathroom door and head back out into the living room. “He says you two already worked out a deal.” I point to Brennan’s old room. “Heading to work now. That’s your room if you want to put your stuff in it. You might have to throw all Brennan’s shit in the corner, though.” I open the door and step outside, but turn around before I close it. “Oh. What’s your name?”
“Sydney.”
“Well, Sydney. Welcome to the weirdest place you’ll ever live.”
I close the door behind me, feeling slightly guilty that I may have swayed this roommate thing a little in my favor. But seriously. Not only does this ensure our new roommate won’t be putting the moves on Bridgette, it also makes for an interesting dynamic. Two girls in a prank war may be the best thing that ever happened to Ridge and me.
Chapter Eight
“So, what’s with the new roommate?” I sign to Ridge when I walk in the door.
“She lives in the complex. Her boyfriend cheated on her and she needed a place to stay.”
I walk over to the table he’s seated at and pull the chair out. “She still here?”
He looks up from the laptop and nods. “Yeah, she’ll probably be here for a few weeks, at least. That okay?”
Something is off with him. When you’ve known someone most of your life, you can almost feel their unease. This Sydney girl makes him nervous, and I don’t know why.
“Is Maggie okay with it?”
His attention quickly moves back to his laptop. He nods his head and stops signing. I push my chair out and glance at the door to see if Bridgette’s shoes are where she always keeps them. They aren’t. I tap Ridge on the shoulder. “Where’s Bridgette?” I sign.
He shifts in his seat. “Out.”
“Out where?”
He shrugs. “Warren, do you really want to know? Because you aren’t going to like it.”
I sit in the chair again. “Hell yes, I want to know. Where is she?”
He leans back in his chair and sighs. “A guy picked her up about three hours ago. It looked like they were going out.”
“Out,” I sign. “Out like on a date?”
He nods.
I suddenly want to punch Ridge, but I know he has nothing to do with it. I stand up and push the chair back under the table.
She’s on a date. Bridgette is on a fucking date.
This is such bullshit. Why didn’t I set boundaries? Why didn’t I tell her she couldn’t see other guys?
What if she brings him back here? She will. She’s so mean, she probably will.
I grab my keys and sign to Ridge that I’ll be back in a little while.
I’ll fix this.
Somehow.
• • •
I’m seated on the couch two hours later when the door opens. As expected, she doesn’t walk in alone. A guy is following behind her, way too close. His hand is on her lower back as she slips her shoes off at the door and looks straight at me. “Oh. Hey, Warren.”
“Why not? From the sound of it, you’re about to spend the day searching for an apartment anyway. What’s wrong with this one? You won’t even have to walk very far to get here.”
The door to Ridge’s bedroom opens and I can see the girl’s eyes widen slightly, as if she’s nervous. That’s probably not a good sign for Ridge, but he’s so hung up on Maggie, adding this chick as a roommate shouldn’t be an issue for any of us. I wink at her and stand up to walk my bowl back to the kitchen. I speak and sign at the same time. “Have you met our new roommate?”
Ridge glances at her and then looks back at me. “Yeah,” he signs. “She needs a place to stay, so I’ll probably just let her use Brennan’s room. Or if you want, she can take your room and you can take Brennan’s, so we both aren’t having to share a bathroom with girls.”
I shake my head. “No way are you putting me further away from Bridgette. Our bathroom sex is my favorite.”
Ridge shakes his head. “You’re pathetic.” He walks back to his room and I look at our new roommate.
“What did he say?” she asks, nervously.
“Exactly what I thought he’d say,” I tell her. I walk to my room and grab my keys off the dresser. I glance into the bathroom and see Bridgette at the sink. I swing the door open and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She tries to pull away from me, but I also see the smile tugging at her lips.
My eyes fall to the black Sharpie sitting next to the sink. I pick it up and eye Bridgette suspiciously. She shrugs her shoulders and I laugh.
I didn’t think she had it in her, but after the water cup prank and now this, I fear I might have met my match. At least the new roommate is being hazed early.
I close the bathroom door and head back out into the living room. “He says you two already worked out a deal.” I point to Brennan’s old room. “Heading to work now. That’s your room if you want to put your stuff in it. You might have to throw all Brennan’s shit in the corner, though.” I open the door and step outside, but turn around before I close it. “Oh. What’s your name?”
“Sydney.”
“Well, Sydney. Welcome to the weirdest place you’ll ever live.”
I close the door behind me, feeling slightly guilty that I may have swayed this roommate thing a little in my favor. But seriously. Not only does this ensure our new roommate won’t be putting the moves on Bridgette, it also makes for an interesting dynamic. Two girls in a prank war may be the best thing that ever happened to Ridge and me.
Chapter Eight
“So, what’s with the new roommate?” I sign to Ridge when I walk in the door.
“She lives in the complex. Her boyfriend cheated on her and she needed a place to stay.”
I walk over to the table he’s seated at and pull the chair out. “She still here?”
He looks up from the laptop and nods. “Yeah, she’ll probably be here for a few weeks, at least. That okay?”
Something is off with him. When you’ve known someone most of your life, you can almost feel their unease. This Sydney girl makes him nervous, and I don’t know why.
“Is Maggie okay with it?”
His attention quickly moves back to his laptop. He nods his head and stops signing. I push my chair out and glance at the door to see if Bridgette’s shoes are where she always keeps them. They aren’t. I tap Ridge on the shoulder. “Where’s Bridgette?” I sign.
He shifts in his seat. “Out.”
“Out where?”
He shrugs. “Warren, do you really want to know? Because you aren’t going to like it.”
I sit in the chair again. “Hell yes, I want to know. Where is she?”
He leans back in his chair and sighs. “A guy picked her up about three hours ago. It looked like they were going out.”
“Out,” I sign. “Out like on a date?”
He nods.
I suddenly want to punch Ridge, but I know he has nothing to do with it. I stand up and push the chair back under the table.
She’s on a date. Bridgette is on a fucking date.
This is such bullshit. Why didn’t I set boundaries? Why didn’t I tell her she couldn’t see other guys?
What if she brings him back here? She will. She’s so mean, she probably will.
I grab my keys and sign to Ridge that I’ll be back in a little while.
I’ll fix this.
Somehow.
• • •
I’m seated on the couch two hours later when the door opens. As expected, she doesn’t walk in alone. A guy is following behind her, way too close. His hand is on her lower back as she slips her shoes off at the door and looks straight at me. “Oh. Hey, Warren.”
