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“I’m Joy,” she said. “My team won the state championship. If any of you guys like soccer, hit me up and we’ll get a hall league going.”
When it was my turn, I said, “I’m Isabel. I like to swim,” and Joy smiled at me.
I always thought that college would be It. Like, instant friends, a place to belong. I didn’t think it would be this hard.
I’d thought there would be parties and mixers and midnight runs to the Waffle House. I’d been at college for four whole days, and I hadn’t done any of those things.
Jillian and I had eaten in the dining hall together, but that was about it. She was mostly on the phone with her boyfriend or on the computer. There had been no mention of clubbing or frat parties. I had a feeling Jillian was above that kind of thing.
I wasn’t, and Taylor wasn’t either. I’d gone to visit her dorm once already, and she and her roommate were like two peas in a trendy little color-coordinated pod. Her roommate’s boyfriend was in a fraternity, and he lived off campus. Taylor said she’d call if there were any cool parties that weekend, but so far, she hadn’t. Taylor was taking to college like a goldfish to its brand-new tank, and I just wasn’t. I’d told Jeremiah I’d be busy making friends and bonding with my roommate so I probably wouldn’t see him until the weekend. I didn’t want to go back on that.
Thursday night that first week, a bunch of girls were drinking in Joy’s room. I could hear them down the hallway. I had been filling out my new pla
But then Joy popped her head in my doorway, which I’d been keeping open the same way the other girls had.
“Isabel, come and hang with us,” she said.
“Sure!” I said, practically leaping out of my bed. I felt this surge of hope and excitement. Maybe these were my people.
There was Joy, her roommate Anika, Molly, who lived at the end the hall, and Shay, the girl with the modeling book. They were all sitting on the floor, a big bottle of Gatorade in the middle, only, it didn’t look like Gatorade.
It was light brownish yellow— Tequila, I guessed. I hadn’t touched tequila since I’d gotten drunk off of it in Cousins the summer before.
“Come sit down,” Joy said, patting the floor next to her. “We’re playing I Never. Have you ever played before?”
“No,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“Basically, when it’s your turn, you say something like,
‘I never …’”—Anika looked around the circle—“hooked up with someone related to me.”
Everyone giggled. “And if you have, you have to drink,” Molly finished, chewing on her thumbnail.
“I’ll start,” said Joy, leaning forward. “I never …cheated on a test.”
Shay grabbed the bottle and took a swig. “What? I was busy modeling, I didn’t have time to study,” she said, and everyone laughed again.
Molly went next. “I never did it with anyone in public!”
That time, Joy took the bottle. “It was at a park,” she explained. “It was getting dark. I doubt anyone saw us.”
Shay said, “Does a restaurant bathroom count?”
I could feel my face get hot. I was dreading my turn. I hadn’t done much of anything. My I Nevers could probably last all night.
“I never hooked up with Chad from the fourth floor!”
Molly said, collapsing into a fit of giggles.
Joy threw a pillow at her. “No fair! I told you that in secret.”
“Drink! Drink!” everyone chanted.
Joy took a swig. Wiping her mouth, she said, “Your turn, Isabel.”
My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. “I never …” Had sex. “I never … played this game before,” I finished lamely.
I could feel Joy’s disappointment in me. Maybe she’d thought we could be close friends too and now she was rethinking it.
Anika chuckled just to be polite, and then they all took turns drinking before Joy started it up again with,
“I never went ski
Nope, never did that either. Almost, that time I was fifteen, with Cam Cameron. But almost didn’t count.
I ended up taking one drink when Molly said, “I never dated two people in the same family.”
“You dated brothers?” Joy asked me, looking interested all of a sudden. “Or a brother and a sister?”
Coughing a little, I said, “Brothers.”
“Twins?” Shay said.
“At the same time?” Molly wanted to know.
“No, not at the same time. And they’re just regular brothers,” I said. “They’re a year apart.”
“That’s kind of badass,” Joy said, giving me an approv-ing look.
And then we went on to the next thing. When Shay said she’d never stolen before and Joy took a drink, I saw the look on Anika’s face, and I had to bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing. She saw me, and we exchanged a secret look.
I saw Joy around after that, in the hall bathroom and in the study, and we talked, but we never became close.
Jillian and I never became best buddies either, but she ended up being a pretty good roommate.
Of all those girls, Anika was the one I ended up being closest to. Even though we were the same age, she took me under her wing like a little sister, and for once I didn’t mind being the little sister. Anika was too cool for me to care. She smelled the way I imagined wildflowers smelled when they grew in sand. Later, I found out it was the oil she put in her hair. Anika almost never gossiped, she didn’t eat meat, and she was a dancer. I admired all of those things about her.
I was sorry we’d never be roommates. From now on, I’d only ever have one roommate again—my husband.
Chapter Seventeen
I woke up early the next day. I showered, threw away my shower shoes, and got ready one last time in my dorm room. I didn’t put my ring on, just in case. I put it in the zippered pocket in my purse. My dad wasn’t the most observant guy when it came to accessories, so it wasn’t likely, but still.
My dad was at the dorm by ten o’clock to move me out. Jeremiah helped. I didn’t even have to give him a wakeup call the way I’d pla
I stopped in some of the girls’ rooms, hugging them good-bye, wishing them good summers. Lorrie said, “See you in August,” and Jules said, “We have to hang out more next year.” I said good-bye to Anika last, and I teared up a little. She hugged me and said, “Chill out. I’ll see you at the wedding. Tell Taylor I’ll be e-mailing her about our bridesmaid dresses.” I laughed out loud. Taylor was going to love that. Not.
After we were done loading up the car, my dad took us to lunch at a steak restaurant. It wasn’t super fancy, but it was a nice, a family place with leather booths and pickles at the table.
“Order whatever you like, guys,” my dad said, sliding into the booth.
Jeremiah and I sat across from him. I looked at the menu and picked the New York strip because it was cheapest. My dad wasn’t poor, but he definitely wasn’t rich, either.
When the waitress came over to take our orders, my dad ordered the salmon, I got the New York strip, and Jeremiah said, “I’ll have the dry-aged rib eye, medium rare.”
The rib eye was the most expensive thing on the menu. It cost thirty-eight dollars. I looked at him and thought, he probably didn’t even look at the price. He never had to, not when all his bills got sent to his dad.
Things were go
“So, what do you have going on this summer, Jeremiah?” my dad asked.