“I hate it when we fight in front of Shane,” I say, and he laughs. “What about Jenna? I hate lying to her.”

“I’m not ready to tell my sister about my sex life. Do you think you can hold out?”

I nod and Fletch goes outside and retrieves my boxes, and Shane brings me a cup of coffee. They really are both very sweet when they want to be.

“So, we are keeping this just between us,” Shane says. “I heard you guys say you don’t want Jenna to know.”

“I hate lying to her. She’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, it would suck if I had to lie to Fletcher. Maybe you should tell her.”

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

It’s not like this will last for very long. We’ve barely just begun, and we’ve almost broken it off a couple times already.

But I keep thinking about Fletch being jealous. Of me. How crazy is that? Especially when I consider that he’s not in the least bit jealous of me being with Shane.

I curl into the corner of the couch and watch as Fletch does some pull-ups on the doorjamb and Shane ducks into the bathroom wearing his tighty-whities and a towel around his neck.

I do have a lot to learn about guys, and I start thinking maybe figuring them out is going to be even more fun than quadratic equations.

Chapter Thirteen

The weather turned today. Autumn came overnight, and all day has been dark and gloomy. It’s the kind of weather that drives you indoors, and when you have two totally hot roommates, being indoors is not a bad place to be. Just after dinner, the wind kicked up and brought hail and rain with it. I can’t even imagine how much it would suck to still live in that tiny room with Sami. Be trapped in there where it was spookier than the storm outside.

I just finish putting on my sleep cami and pajama pants when a gust of wind howls against my window, and then I hear a transformer pop down the street. The power lurches on and off a few times, and then everything goes dark.

This is the first time I’ve ever not been at my parents’ when the power goes out. The dark is unnerving. I hadn’t realized how, even at night, my chargers and laptop emit light. I blink a few times, wondering if my eyes will get used to it. Branches scrape across the side of the house, and I realize I’m kind of freaking the fuck out. Every scary movie I’ve ever seen begins this way. I find my phone in the blankets and use it as a flashlight to find my way out of my room. In the living room, Shane is lighting candles.

Everywhere.

“Wow,” I say, looking around. “This is amazing. Where are all these candles from?”