My Summer Roommate by Bridie Hall
Published by: Evernight Teen
Publication date: September 19th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Chloe needs a place to crash for the summer before college. When Chris offers, she moves in with him. It’s just for two months, no biggie. But soon she realizes she may have made a mistake. He is too perfect; a former snowboarder, laid-back and kind to boot, and he’s smitten with her. But she’s got trust issues and a relationship feels daunting. When he keeps trying to win her over, the temptation becomes overwhelming.
Just as she gives in and decides it’s not worth fighting their emotions anymore, Chris reveals he’s made a stupid mistake which might ruin Chloe’s trust in him and tear them apart.
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I bring him a
frozen gel pack. I want to hand it to him, but he’s leaning back, his eyes
closed, so I put it slowly on his knee.
“Thanks.” He
sighs, and then opens his eyes. He’s half asleep, probably still tipsy, but
grinning.
“Thanks,” he
repeats. It’s only when he continues that I realize he’s not talking about the
compress. “We should do this again soon.”
“People are
going on vacations. There won’t be many parties for the next month or two.”
“Just us, then,”
he says, and his eyes sparkle.
Risking that I
might sound an idiot, I ask, “Are you asking me out? On a date?”
“You sound
surprised.”
“Just hesitant,”
I say. “I’m not looking for a relationship, Chris. I don’t want you to think
that I am.”
Quite
unexpectedly, he laughs. “How serious and grown up she sounds.”
I swat his arm.
“Jerk. I am serious, because I don’t
want you to expect something that’s not going to happen.”
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s what?”
“Why is it not
going to happen?”
“’Cause,” I say,
as if it should be obvious. Because really, it should be, right? In exactly six
weeks, I’ll be moving to Atlanta. I don’t know where Chris is heading to
college because I haven’t managed to ask him yet. Isn’t that enough of a reason
in itself? You can’t have a relationship with someone when you don’t even know
where they’ll be in two months time.
“’Cause? That’s
your argument? For a future psychologist, that’s a lame-ass explanation.”
He’s enjoying
this. Way too much.
“’Cause I only
date terrible people. Bad, bad boys. You’re too nice for me,” I say, joking.
He makes a face,
not buying it for one second.
“You want a
reason? Here’s a good one—I don’t want
anything to happen between us.”
“Why not?”
“I have my very
personal reasons which I am not inclined to share with you at this moment.”
“At a later
moment perhaps, then?” He keeps looking at me with this half-smile on his face
that drives me nuts because I have the impression that he’s playing with me,
that he can foresee my every word and that he can prepare his response in
advance. I don’t like being two steps behind. Usually, I’m the one to have
everything under control. He’s unbalanced me with this.
“At no moment at
all. I just don’t want it, and that should suffice, Christopher Quinn.”
“How can you be
sure you won’t change your mind?”
For god’s sake,
can’t he take a hint?
Maybe you’re not convincing enough? Because … you
don’t want to be?
“Because I’m
actively working on not changing my mind,” I say in order to drown out my evil
inner voices.
“What if I’m
actively working on swaying it?”
“Ugh! Stop it,”
I say, but I can’t help but laugh. God, I think I like arguing with him. That’s
very worrisome. Very, very worrisome.
It gets worrisomer when he leans towards me and asks
very quietly and calmly, “Why?”
With his green
eyes staring at me, his deep voice cutting right through to the core, and him
being so close, I feel goose bumps form on my forearms but I ignore them,
annoyed. He will not win. He cannot win.
But the worst
thing is that his question is now resounding in my head, and I forgot what the
correct answer was. Why was it, again?
“Do you really
want me to spell out all the reasons?”
“One’s enough,
if it’s a good one.” He grins.
“And you’re the
one who decides if it’s good enough, right?”
“Of course.
Because the way I see it, it would have to be pretty damn good. I like you. You
like me, don’t try denying it.”
I lift my hands
in a ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ fashion, because really, there is no point in
denying it after I’ve flirted with him, danced with him, and laughed with him
until I had tears in my eyes. I do like him.
“We have a good
time together. I’ve made you lunch four times this week. We’re both single.”
“True. And the
lunch almost swayed me. Almost.”
“Ahh,” he moans,
letting his head fall back onto the pillows. “You’re hopeless, and I’m
hopelessly falling for you.”
For a moment, I
feel my heart stop. But then I realize he’s joking. Which is good. Just great.
“You’ve known me
for what, two weeks?” I say to support my claims. “You barely know me.”
“I don’t have to know you for twenty years to know you, Chloe.”
I make a
frustrated sound and get up from the couch.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Bridie Hall sold her first story at fourteen. Since then, she has written dozens more, translated books, studied writing, and started writing novels. Her days revolve around stories and words, her sleepless nights involve plotting and inventing fascinating new characters. The only activity that takes up more of her time than writing, is reading.
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