Shattered Rose

2. NEW ROOMMATES

"Dear Lord, Your way is in the sea and in the mighty waters. Your footprints may not be known, but I pray You guide each one of her steps..."

I sat in my room trying to conjure up any excuse to procrastinate unpacking until I heard laughter fill the apartment. The light giggle was contagious, one that made a person want to laugh even when he or she had no idea what was funny. I was drawn to the sound as if it held some kind of promise. Peeking out of my room, I saw the source. She was talking on the phone and laying on the hideous lip love seat with her head hanging over the edge. Her hair was long and dark, with alternating streaks of blue and purple at the ends. She had it pulled to the side with a sparkly black hair comb and wore tight red pants with black converses. I waited until she got off the phone and then knocked on the doorframe so I wouldn't startle her. "Hi, I'm Avery, your new roommate. Are you Kaitlyn?"She stood up from the lips, looking at me with a mix of interest and horror. I immediately noticed her body, a habit I'd been trying to break for years. It was perfect. Thin and petite, yet curvy where it mattered. The girl was a classic beauty...the kind artists of old would use as their muse to create stunning portraits. Her skin was like porcelain ivory, not pale, just delicate. "I am certainly not Kaitlyn. That is a name my mother gave me. I go by Issy, which is short for Isadora, my middle name. It was originally my grandma's, who was totally cool."Her stare remained intense, a complete contrast to her animated style. "We were wondering when you'd get here.""We? I thought Naomi was in Portugal.""Oh, she is. I'm talking about my cousin, Jake. He crashes here a lot, especially since I've been alone these last few weeks. He's a little protective of me, to put it mildly. He has a key to the apartment, so don't be freaked out if he just walks in."She said all this flippantly, as if it were a normal thing that a guy I didn't know had a key to my apartment. Unease settled over me. My comfort zone was already stretched, and I had a feeling Issy planned to rip it to shreds. She crossed her arms and examined me. "What's your story? Are you wild and crazy, totally annoying, or a kleptomaniac?"I laughed shyly and joined her in the living room. "No, I'm afraid I'm boring, somewhat clean, very private, and not at all annoying, I hope.""Fantastic! Then you and I will get along fine. I was worried when the University said they were giving away Betsy's room. The three of us have known each other since high school, and well, you've seen the crazies around here."I had to hold in a laugh, thinking of how most people who met Issy for the first time would probably use that same descriptor. "Having hot roommates is kind of an essential part of the guy magnet thing."She looked me up and down as if to check my credentials. "You'll do just fine. You've got that hot Midwestern look.""I'm sorry?"Was that a compliment? "You know, blond hair, blue eyes, sweet face."She shrugged. "It's a good package. By the way, we're heading to Caesars tonight to catch the Wild Cats play. They totally rock. You wanna come?""Um, thanks."I had been to Caesars one time last year when I first met my old roommate. She was hooked up in a matter of minutes and left me to make conversation with complete strangers until I finally dragged her home. Remembering what a colossal disappointment that night was made it pretty easy to decline. "You know what? I'll take a rain check. I have a ton to do tonight.""Suit yourself, but if you change your mind, you know where to find us."As I watched Issy frolic and sing around the apartment as if in her own Disney movie, I almost changed my mind out of sheer curiosity. I envied her lightheartedness. She was so dynamic and free, whereas I felt like I was constantly contained in a box. Ironically, I had spent my life running in different directions just trying to escape but realized last year I was my own jailer. I had put these expectations and standards in my life that I just had to achieve, making perfection my unending pursuit. I looked in the mirror and I pulled back my hair. "What is wrong with you?"I scolded myself. "This is a great day, and you are a strong, self-sufficient woman."With my perspective back on track, I put my headset on and headed out the door. At least for the next thirty minutes or so, I would feel free. My run was amazing. I wasn't sure if it was from the adrenalin of moving or my own frustration with my shyness. Either way, I felt great. This was a fresh start, a chance to have it all. With new determination, I put on my favorite tank and pajama shorts, set my iPod to blaring, and started unpacking my mess. My room was finally finished after what felt like hours. The closet was just big enough for my scarce wardrobe, and each one of my enormous engineering books fit nicely on the bookshelf over my desk. The two blank walls were now covered in my favorite photographic art pieces. Hands on my hips, I looked at my final product. One word-inspirational. I started brushing my teeth, fully enjoying every beat coming from my Pandora dance station. Next thing I knew, I was in full rock star mode, using my toothbrush as a microphone and my bed as a stage. It was only after the song ended and I heard the applause die down in my head that I opened my eyes and saw him standing there. He leaned casually against the door frame with his arms folded, sporting a smile that said he had seen more than a few seconds of my High School Musical reenactment. My startled scream echoed off the walls. I jumped off the bed and slammed my door shut, allowing him only a second to jump out of the way. Oh my gosh, that did not just happen! My heart raced faster than a cheetah on speed, knowing how ridiculous I must have looked. Maybe he would be the type to blow off embarrassing situations and make you feel like nothing happened. I slowly regained composure and cracked open my door. He was still standing there chuckling. Nope, he wasn't that type at all. My cheeks flushed a crimson red. "You must be Jake. Um, sorry I slammed the door on you like that. You startled me."I fumbled over my words, sure this guy must think I was not only a nutcase but also an idiot. "And you must be Avery, although Issy didn't mention you were a performer."He drew out the words and paused, giving me an opportunity to respond. I didn't take it. "Where is she, by the way?"Relief at the change in subject filled my voice. "She left hours ago. Said she was heading to Caesars to watch a band play.""Caesars. Ugh. I hate that place. Total meat market."He walked past me and started looking around my room, stopping at one of my art pieces. It was a black-and-white photograph of a high swinging bridge completely engulfed in dense fog. "Why didn't you go?""With that glowing review? Go figure."I felt exposed and vulnerable, so naturally I resorted to sarcastic wit. He continued to examine the photo. He was tall; definitely over six feet, and I immediately noticed the resemblance to Issy. They both had the same intense eyes-iridescent lime with brown specks. His hair was dark as well, almost black, but Jake didn't seem to have the same need to add in multiple colors. "Besides, I wanted to get settled in,"I continued. "Yeah, I can see that."He looked around my room and then back to the photo. "This print is amazing. Where did you get it?""They had an art fair downtown last spring. I picked it up there. I have the photographer's card if you want it.""Sure, I'd like that."He smiled, confident and charismatic, and electricity bounced around the room and washed over me in a wave. Old insecurities returned, leaving my mouth ashy and my movements awkward. I didn't have much experience with boys and less with ones who looked like they belonged modeling Calvin Klein underwear. To make matters worse, he had an intoxicating smell that fully matched his self-assured demeanor. My feet were having a hard time functioning, but I managed to pick up the card and hand it to him without tripping over myself. "I can tell her you came by?""No need, I'll probably see her before you do anyway."He walked out of my room and then glanced back at me, full of swagger and charm. "Nice to meet you, Avery.""You too, Jake."He left the apartment, but his memory and scent lingered, leaving me restless long after I settled into bed for the night. A loud bang shot me straight up at two in the morning. The room was completely dark except for light peeking under my bedroom door. The next bang, followed by laughter, sent me opening my door a crack. My eyes took a second to adjust to the bright light, but eventually I could see the cause of the commotion. Issy had her arm wrapped around Jake's neck and was singing what I was sure were lyrics from the band they watched tonight. It took her only a second to notice me. "Roomie! We missed you tonight. Didn't we, Jake?"She attempted to walk over to my room but stumbled over the boots she had just kicked off. Jake was luckily strong enough to keep her vertical, but she was fighting off his hands. I quickly walked over to her and put her other arm around my neck. "Aren't you sweet? Jake, she's sweet, isn't she?"I secretly wondered if he agreed, but his eyes were vacant, fully absent from anything going on around him. "Did you have fun tonight?"I asked, trying to keep my eyes off Jake-a restraint as difficult as turning down gooey chocolate cake. "Yes. It was amazing. The lead singer totally hit on me. He is so cute. He pulled me on stage, and I got to sing with the band."She threw her arms in the air and spun around, almost falling again. "I was supposed to meet him after the show, but Jake here totally got in the way, like he always does, and here I am."She glared at Jake. "Did I tell you how much I don't like you?"He appeared to snap back to reality. "Only about twenty times on the way home. Now, lets get you to bed or you won't like anyone in the morning."We laid her down, and while Jake was pulling the covers up, I went to the sink and got her a glass of water and aspirin. I set them on her nightstand under Jake's watchful eye and left the room. She cursed at him and then she must have passed out. He quietly shut her door and fell onto the sofa. "Is she going to be okay?""She'll be fine. We ran into her ex at the bar, and then it all seemed to go downhill."His voice matched the exhaustion on his face. Jake ran his hands through his thick, dark hair and started rubbing his temples. "You look tired. I'll let you get some sleep."I started to head back to my room. I'd never been one to linger when I felt uncomfortable. "Don't go. Stay and talk to me. I'm too wired to to sleep right now anyway."He shot me pleading puppy eyes that could only be described as irresistible, and for the first time since I woke up, I realized I probably looked like Medusa. I ran my fingers through my hair to try and settle the waves and slipped into the kitchen to snatch a mint. "Would you like something to drink?""Sure, thanks."I handed a water bottle to Jake and sat down on the opposite side of the couch, keeping a safe distance. After a slow, deliberate gulp, he set down the water and fell back on the cushions. "I love Issy to death, but I hate when she gets like this.""Does she always drink that much?""No, not really. I mean, she's a drinker, don't get me wrong, but it's usually for fun. Tonight felt a little more forced."He stretched out his arms, his long limbs settling on the back of the couch. His fingers were mere inches from my shoulder. The anticipation of his touch sent a shiver through my body, and I prayed he didn't notice. I tried my best to relax as he continued, "Ben did a number on her. She dated the guy two years in high school and then he came here while she finished her senior year. They seemed like the perfect long-distance couple until I ran into him at the Varsity, and he was definitely not acting like he was in any sort of relationship. It seriously took all the willpower I had not to hurt the guy.""Ohhh,"I said, fully understanding her need to escape. "Yeah, when I told her she was livid. She broke three of her mom's favorite vases before I could calm her down."An affectionate laugh came in response to the memory. "Ironically, I think she was madder at the fact she didn't date anyone else her senior year than she was that he cheated."Jake suddenly shifted, folding his arms across his chest, and turned his attention to me. "How about you? Any ex-boyfriends lurking around that we need to avoid?"A shy grin took over my features. "Nope, no current or ex-boyfriends. I haven't had much luck dating."I caught myself before I rambled on further and turned my attention to the lines in my palms, uncomfortable looking at Jake right in the eyes. He was incredibly handsome and seemed to get more so each time I looked at him. "Yeah, men are jerks."The statement wasn't made with much conviction, but then again, he looked ready to drop. "It was nice of you to take care of Issy like that,"I said, trying to fill the silence. "That's what I do. I'm a perpetual caretaker."He closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch. He appeared to be comfortable with me, like we were old friends, but his presence made me jittery. I was acutely aware of him and had to keep reminding myself not to watch him shamelessly. The silence lingered, and I wondered if he had fallen asleep. I pushed off from the couch, ready to make my silent exit, when I heard him say, "It started with my mom, the caretaking that is."His eyes were still closed. "I've always been the man of the house, but when I was fourteen, she got sick and I was the only one around to take care of her. She was able to work for a while longer but then had to go on disability. "About a year later, my teachers were starting to suspect something was off because of the amount of school I was missing. I deflected as long as I could, but finally, one of the teachers called the state and Child Protective Services showed up at my door."One of his eyes popped open to meet mine and then closed again. I was riveted, hanging on to every word. "At that point, my mom was having a hard time even standing on her own, and she needed more care than I could give her. We were living off her disability, which barely covered her meds, so things were pretty rough. They called my Aunt Diana, Issy's mom, and within a week we moved in with them. Things got better at that point, and Issy and I have been best friends ever since..."His voice trailed off at the end, but he didn't move. My heart swelled with compassion. I had no idea why Jake would tell me his story when he'd known me for all of twenty minutes, but I felt honored. I also saw him differently. This was a guy who was handsome and caring...a true anomaly. "I'm sorry,"I whispered, not knowing what else to say. "Thank you for trusting me."He didn't say anything else, and I realized he had fallen asleep. I grabbed a blanket from the closet, draped it over him, and headed to my room. My body wouldn't let me leave without getting one more glance. His head lay relaxed on the back of the couch, and his chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm. My stomach started to flutter, sending waves of excitement through my whole body. I had heard about crushes from Cara but never experienced one myself. However, as I watched him sleep for far longer than was natural, I knew I was in trouble.