Trust Me (Finding my way) (7 page)

“
In Matt’s dorm,” he frowns at me.

“
And what am I doing in Matt’s dorm with you?”

“
Brooke, how much of last night do you remember?”

I sort through the memories from the night before but come up empty.
“Last thing I remember is dancing with you.”

I look away from his eyes because now they are concerned and narrowed. I
’m in what I assume is Matt’s bed in just my underwear; then I notice Tucker is only wearing a pair of boxers.

“
I slept in the other bed,” he assures me when I look up at him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay before I left. I have some stuff I need to do this morning.”

“
Oh…yeah…I’m fine.” I frown and flop back down on the bed.

When I make my way back into my room, both Sophie and Matt are sat at our table.

“
How are you feeling?” Sophie asks pouring me a coffee.

“
Like I have the worse hangover ever,” I mutter.

“
I can’t believe you drank that drink,” she scolds me.

I shrug.
“It would have been worse if I didn’t. Besides I got home okay, didn’t I?”

“
Yeah, but…” she looks between Matt and me. “What’s going on with you and Tucker?”

“
Nothing,” I frown. “We’re just friends”

This time Sophie and Matt exchange a worried look.

“What?” I sigh.

“
Tucker doesn’t have female friends, Brooke,” Matt says carefully.

“
He’s friends with Soph,” I point out the obvious.

Sophie frowns at me.
“You’re not sleeping with him are you?”

“
No!” I all but shout. “Honestly. We’re just friends. I have to put up with these rumors at school; don’t tell me I have to put up with them here as well?”

“
No…just be careful.”

I nod at them both and climb back into bed.

I’m not going to any classes today.

I knock on Tuckers door and wait nervously for him to answer, hoping he hasn
’t got company.

The door swings open and his roommate stares at me, when he takes in my overnight bag, he steps aside to let me in.

“One of yours, Tuck?” he asks and then closes the door behind me.

“
Hey.” Tucker greets from where he’s sat on his bed. I walk across the room into the kitchenette area looking for coffee. I sigh when I see nothing but jars of instant coffee and pull my coffee machine out of my bag.

“
Can I crash here tonight please? Sophie’s sister’s staying over and she’s kicked me out of the room,” I ask as I set up the machine.

“
Only if you promise to make me lots of that,” he says watching the machine, hypnotised.

I chuckle at him because now I understand why people think my reaction to coffee is bad; especially if my expression is anything like his is now.

“I promise.” I roll my eyes at him.

“
I’m Ethan by the way,” Tuckers roommate introduces himself.

“
Brooke,” I smile back.

“
Nice to meet you, Brooke. Tell me something, are you loud?” he asks, throwing Tucker a look.

“
Excuse me?” I ask not having a clue what’s going on.

“
She’s not…we’re not…we don’t. We’re friends. It’s not like that,” Tucker says to him.

Ethan turns his attention back to me and looks at me curiously. I watch as he rakes his eyes over me and then turns back to Tucker
“Whatever dude. Just keep it down, I have a test tomorrow.”

“
Honestly, we’re just friends. We don’t have sex, we don’t even mess around even a little bit,” Tucker tells him proudly.

“
Uh huh and where is she going to sleep?” Ethan asks raising an eyebrow at him.

“
In my bed,” Tuckers supplies.

“
With you?”

“
Of course.”

“
I’m not sleeping in that bed with you,” I interrupt their conversation.

“
It’s fine. I completely understand,” Tucker turns to me, looking sympathetic.

“
You do?” I ask cautiously.

“
Of course. It’s natural,” he says still sympathetic, but I notice something else I can’t quite place in his eyes; I fold my arms across my chest.

“
And what is it that you understand?” I ask trying and failing to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

“
You’re worried that as soon as we get in there and you lie next to me, you’re going to jump me and you don’t want everyone in the building to know what a sex god I am because you’ll be screaming my name so much,” he explains.

“
Shit. We can’t sleep in that bed now,” I say looking disappointed.

“
Why not?” he asks and frowns down at the bed.

“
Because your imagination just jumped in it and now, there’s no room for us in there,” I smile sweetly at him.

“
Okay, I like her,” Ethan announces from his own bed, laughing.

“
She’s not even that nice” Tucker sniffs.

“
Come on, bed. I’m tired. Coffee will be ready to pour when you get up,” I instruct.

I go into the bathroom and change into a tank top and boxer type briefs; when I walk back into the room I see Tucker slipping into bed in just a pair of boxers.

“Oh, no! Put a top on!” I point at him accusingly.

“
Why? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?” he smirks at me taking in my tank and briefs.

“
Fine,” I smile sweetly at him and pull my top off so I’m just in my bra and panties now.

“
Point taken,” he mutters and sits up to put a t-shirt on as I return my tank.

“
You two are so weird,” Ethan complains from his bed across the room.

I shake my head and climb into bed next to Tucker trying not to touch him. Now if you
’ve ever slept in a single bed with a six foot, built like a quarter back, twenty two year old man, then you understand how hard it is. If not, imagine trying to fit a hundred and twenty five pieces into a hundred piece puzzle.

“
Christ, your huge,” I mutter.

I blush when I realise what I
’ve said and Tucker bursts out laughing.

“
This is so wrong,” I hear Ethan grumble from across the room.

“
That’s not what I meant and you know it,” I snap at Tucker embarrassed and elbow him.

“
I didn’t say anything,” he laughs at me.

Grumbling threats to torture Sophie in the morning, I turn my back to him and press up against the wall as much as I can.

I wake up warm and relaxed after a peaceful night
’s sleep until I hear Ethan speaking; he’s obviously stood over the bed judging from how close his voice is.

“
I’m sorry but … are you two
spooning
?”

I feel Tucker shift behind me.
“We’ll we sure as shit aint forking,” he grumbles sleepily.

It
’s then I notice the reason I’m warm, is because I’m wrapped up in Tucker. His one leg is thrown over both of mine, trapping me in; his arm is lazily wrapped around my stomach and side and I look down to confirm because I can’t quite believe it but, yep, he has a hand under my top, cupping my right breast. I try to remove it with my own hand but he resists and he’s stronger than me.

“
Hand,” I prompt him.

“
Hmmm,” he replies sleepily, but squeezes slightly.

I turn my head to see Tucker still has his eyes closed and Ethan is watching us amused.

“A little help, please?” I ask, gesturing to Tucker with my head.

He grins then leans down and twists Tuckers ear. I watch as Tucker jumps up with a yelp and grabs his ear.

“Thanks,” I grin at Ethan, as I get out of bed heading straight into the kitchen area.

“
What was that for?” Tucker demands, rubbing his ear.

“
You were groping me, he was protecting me,” I say, handing both of them a mug of coffee.

“
I wasn’t groping you,” Tucker grumbles, sniffing his coffee.

“
You were. I even tried to remove your hand myself but you put up a fight,” I tell him, taking in the scent of my own coffee and smiling.

“
I can’t help it if my hand has a mind of his own when I’m sleeping; I forgive you though because you gave me coffee,” he says sounding sympathetic instead of sorry.

“
Right, I have to go I have a test in half hour,” Ethan announces draining his cup.

“
Me too. Hang on a sec I’ll come down with you,” Tucker replies, stretching and shuffling into the bathroom. I have three more cups and a long shower before I leave their room with a sticky note attached to the coffee machine with instructions for them on how to use it.

***

“So, which one did you have sex with?” a voice asks from behind me.

I turn my attention away from the selection of fruit in front of me and look up to see Beth watching me. She
’s never liked me but since Tucker and I became friends, she seems to go out of her way to be a bitch to me.

“
Excuse me?” I frown at her.

“
You spent the night in Tuckers room, but Ethan was there as well. So which one did you sleep with? They both deny having sex with you,” she says impatiently.

“
I didn’t have sex with either of them,” I protest.

“
Right…well if it was Ethan, it’s only because Tucker didn’t want you, and if it’s Tucker, then don’t expect a repeat performance because he doesn’t do them. Unless you did both of them; they haven’t been known to do that before, but I wouldn’t put it past Tucker.”

“
Why are you still talking?” I ask not liking what she is accusing me of one bit.

With a look that I
’m sure would make wild animals cower sent my way, she walks off and joins a table full of her friends.

“
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate you?”  I grumble to Sophie as I join her, Matt, Tucker, and Luke at the table.

“
What’s wrong?” she asks turning from her conversation with Matt.

“
I just got asked if I had a threesome with Ethan and Tucker last night,” I tell her eating my banana.

She laughs, doesn
’t apologise, and doesn’t look sympathetic; just laughs making everyone at the table stop talking to watch us.

“
Glad you find my apparent sexual activities entertaining.”

“
What’s so funny?” Matt asks.

“
Sorry. I didn’t think Ethan would be there; he usually stays out,” Sophie says ignoring the question. “Wait, so where did you sleep?” she asks me and I watch as everyone stares at me waiting for my answer.

“
In Tucker’s bed,” I say quietly.

“
Then where did you sleep?” Matt asks him.

“
In my bed,” he says as if it should be obvious.

“
You slept in the same bed?” Matt asks dumbly.

“
Yes,” I snap.

“
And you didn’t have sex?” he clarifies.

“
Nope, but she did mention something about me being huge,” he grins and winks at me.

I throw my banana peel at him
“Not funny. People think we had a threesome with Ethan,” I tell him.

“
No. I can’t see you doing that,” he says sweeping his eyes over me.

Two guys walk past our table and grin at me
“Hey Brooke,” they greet me with a wink.

“
But they can,” Tucker laughs at me.

“
You do realise that the students here all have very colourful imaginations. So, I’m just wondering if they are picturing it with you behind Ethan…or with Ethan behind you.” I smile widely as his face drops and he looks a little sick. “Not so funny now is it?” I ask picking up my sandwich.

“
How can you just carry on as if it’s normal?” he asks watching me take a bite.

“
All this sex I’m supposed to be having is making me hungry,” I shrug at him.

“
So no one had sex in that room last night?” Matt asks still surprised.

“
Uh, no. First of all, I would not have sex with an audience, second of all, I would not be an audience to someone else having sex,” I state firmly.

“
Besides, she wouldn’t be able to walk properly if she had sex with me,” Tucker winks at me and hi-fives Matt.

“
I really do worry about all the women you sleep with,” I sigh.

“
Why? I always wear a condom,” he replies offended.

“
That may be the case, but do you wear it properly?” I ask now that I have his full attention.

“
What do you mean?”

“
It just concerns me that perhaps you’re not covering the right dick, do you put it on the one between your legs…or the one on your forehead?” I tilt my head to the side as if considering him.

“
Speaking of imaginative body parts, that reminds me…I’m missing some socks did you take them?” he asks smirking

“
What the hell would I do with your socks?” I ask frowning.

“
Trying to compensate for something maybe?” he asks staring pointedly at my chest.

“
You tell me, considering I woke up with your hand wrapped around one,” I raise an eyebrow.

“
You’re right, they’re very real,” he sighs.

“
You two should just have sex and get it over with,” Sophie laughs, putting a stop to our insults.

“
She’s not my type,” Tucker announces.

“
You’re type is anything that can breathe on its own,” Matt snorts

“
No. She’s not nice enough,” he sniffs

“
I’m nice, just not to you” I admit.

“
You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to show me a bit of respect now and again,” he turns to me.

“
How so?” I ask, knowing something ridiculous is coming.

“
You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either,” he nods, as if the decision is made.