“Great,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Aw, Lamb, don’t be embarrassed.” He stopped and released me.
“Lamb?”
“Pure.” He smiled. “And lost.” Shrugging, he pointed to my dorm. “Like a little lamb.”
“Well, thanks for the walk back to my dorm.” I brushed past him, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t you want to talk to the RA about the ID card?”
“Yeah, I’m going to go get her right now.” I jerked free. “So, thanks for… everything.” I was redefining the meaning of socially awkward.
He licked his full lips and smiled again. “Okay, you go ask her.”
“Okay.” I stumbled backward, almost tripping on my own feet, and made my way up the stairs to the dorm.
Once inside, I could feel him still staring at me.
I turned around.
He was grinning.
I waved.
He waved back.
Seriously? What kind of sick game was this?
Muttering a curse, I read through the different floors and located the RA’s room. Sixth floor. Of course. I went to the stairs and slowly made my way up.
By the time I reached the sixth floor I was ready to forgo the entire ID card in favor of a nap. One of the side effects of my medicine. Sometimes they made me sleepy. Other times I had such vivid dreams it was like starring in Alice in Wonderland
With a groan, I forced my feet to take me to the end of the hall. Room 666. That had to be a joke, right? I knocked twice on the door.
It swung open, revealing my tree… “Weston?”
“Lamb.” He opened his door wider. “How can I help you?”
Chapter Three
I should have left well enough alone
Kiersten
I took a few steps back to examine the number next to the door. “I, uh… is the RA not here? Did you break into her room?”
“One…” He held up his finger. “I’m a bit insulted that you think I’d have to break into a girl’s room to get in. Believe me. I knock, they open, I walk in. It’s as simple as that.”
I bet it was.
“Two…” He held up two fingers. “You’re looking at the RA. Now, why don’t you come in and I’ll explain to you how the whole student ID card thing works.”
Pressing my lips together, I gave him a firm nod and walked into the room. It was clean. Not what I expected from what I’d read about guys and hygiene.
“So…” Weston walked over to his bed and sat. “Let me see your schedule and I’ll answer whatever questions you have.”
I was still processing the fact that he was my RA. “I don’t get it. I could have sworn the Freshman RA was a female.”
“Sex change,” Weston said with a straight face. “I was a confused child.”
“Funny.” I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? I requested an all-girls dorm and got put in a co-ed building, and then my RA is a—” I was going to say hot guy but refrained from embarrassing myself.
“Sex god.” He said it for me. “I know, some people have all the luck.” With a heavy sigh he pulled a chunk of papers from my packet and whistled. “Looks like you’ve got a hell of a schedule. Nineteen credits? No major? You don’t seem like the indecisive type.”
I wanted to tell him he didn’t know me. In fact, I wanted to snap at him. What did he know of my life? My past? My reasons for not committing? As if sensing my anger, my cell went off; I looked at the screen. Uncle JoBob. I called him Jo. He’d been taking care of me for the past two years. Ever since… everything happened.
I pressed ignore. Uncle Jo would flip if he heard a male voice in the background, and Weston didn’t seem the quiet type to me. No, he was a flaunter. Crap, he even looked like he was flexing sitting there, though I couldn’t be sure. He had a long-sleeved white shirt on with ripped jeans.
“So…” He pulled out a pen and scribbled something on the paper. “The campus map is going to be your bread and butter. Don’t get lost, and don’t walk by yourself at night, okay?”