Risk by Cora Brent

Author:Cora Brent [Brent, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Contemporary, Sports, Romance, New Adult & College, Psychological, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction
ISBN: 9781502446473
Amazon: B00O0CMU1G
Publisher: Cora Brent
Published: 2014-09-27T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Truly

After I left Creed in front of his apartment I felt a little hollowed out. I believed him when he said he wasn’t all bent out of shape over another girl, but something was troubling him. And whatever it was, he didn’t feel like sharing it.

“Get a handle on it, Truly,” I grumbled. I was irritated with my own disappointment. Creed didn’t owe me anything, not really. The time we’d spent together had been nothing short of incredible but we hadn’t exactly pledged our undying love to each another. I drove the short distance back to my apartment in a funk.

Usually an evening to myself was a gift. I loved curling up with Dolly to read, watch a movie or do anything to pass the hours quietly and happily. I craved that kind of peace tonight but knew I wouldn’t find it. I craved something else more.

“I’m starting to like you too much.”

“Who says?”

Stephanie was sitting in the unlit kitchen when I walked in. She had Dolly in her lap, which was strange because usually she paid as much attention to my cat as she paid to everyone else. In other words, virtually none.

“Hey Steph,” I said as Dolly jumped off her lap.

My roommate looked at me. We’d shared the same apartment for the better part of a year and I barely knew her. She was from New York, didn’t talk about her family at all, and didn’t mention to me that her twenty first birthday had passed until a month after it happened. She was always talking to people, yet seemed to have no friends. It had occurred to me that perhaps the reason I’d adapted so easily to Creed’s stoic nature was because I’d become used to seeing it every day in her.

“Hey,” she answered in a lackluster tone.

I paused. It hadn’t taken us long to adopt a routine. We greeted one another when our paths crossed. Sometimes we had short conversations. But I wouldn’t describe us as friends. We didn’t joke around and seek out each other’s company like Saylor and I did. Suddenly that made me sad.

Stephanie brushed a lock of her curly blonde hair across her lips as she watched me sit in the opposite chair. She was wearing her glasses, which she rarely did. I had no idea what the hell was going on in that girl’s head as we stared at each other across the table.

“No boy tonight?” she asked.

“Doesn’t look like it,” I answered. “What about you?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What about me?”

“Do you ever have nights with boys?”

She smiled. “Are you asking me if I like boys?”

I held up my hands. “Not judging. Like whomever you want. I was just curious because I didn’t know the answer.”

Stephanie looked out the kitchen window. “I like boys,” she said faintly.

“Any one in particular?”

“No,” she answered in a flat tone. Then she sighed. I couldn’t shake the feeling something heavy was weighing on her mind. Lately she’d been even more brusque than usual. If Creed were here they could glare at one another in tight-lipped silence.

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