Check, Please?

Chapter 1

I reached down carefully and struggled with my freshly-painted nails to push the home button on my iPhone.  The silver and sleek numbers of the digital clock read 9:33.  I raised my fingers to my lips and blew air slowly on the red paint, hoping it would dry quickly.  While blowing on the other hand, I sat down on the toilet next to the sink and tried to slip my leopard-print heels on with my foot. “We need to leave in six minutes, so I suggest you hurry,” I said, looking up at the shower curtain in front of me.  I watched as steam from the water swirled around and billowed over the top of the curtain.  I cocked an eyebrow.  “You might want to think about taking colder showers too.  The bill for the hot water was hella high last month.  AND you’re messing up my hair.  It just took me an hour to do.”  I leaned back against the toilet and continued to blow on one hand while I lightly twisted a blonde curl around in my other.  The water shut off.  A large, tan hand reached out from the curtain and felt around for the towel hanging on the loose bar next to the shower.  The screws that were supposed to be holding the bar on the wall wiggled as the hand snapped the towel off of the bar and whipped it into the curtain.  Seconds later, the curtain flew open.

“I knew it was your month to pay the bills, so I made sure to use a lot of hot water.” I watched as he used the towel to dry between his legs and his torso, admiring his cleanly shaven male parts when the towel flicked up just high enough.  “And your hair looks fine, Miss Over-Dramatic.”

I bit my lip as I looked up and down at the bare and glistening body in front of me. “Been working out?”

He shook his brown curls, flicking water at me. I frowned and stood up to leave the bathroom.  My heels clicked on the tile floor.  I pulled my black dress down just a tiny bit at my thighs.  I don’t know why I bothered.  The dress was short, but I liked to pull at it anyway.  I leaned against the doorway to my room and looked at the heap of clothes hanging out of the closet, the comforter that was not even on my bed, and the makeup that was all over my small, white vanity.  I groaned as I looked at the mess. “I should clean,” I mumbled to myself.

“Nice ass-“ I felt a hard slap on my bum as he passed me on the hallway.  I peeked over my shoulder and watched as my apartment-mate’s naked body disappeared into his room across the hall from mine.

“You too…” I said, grinning after I managed to get a glimpse of his full moon.

“New dress?” He called. I hummed a “yes” as I stared down at my phone and scrolled through Instagram. 

“SHIT,” I groaned halfway through my scrolling.

“What’s wrong?”

I rolled my eyes at myself. “I accidentally liked one of Travis’ pictures. Shitty shitty shit shit.”

His tall and lean figure appeared in the doorway across from mine, his damp curls hanging in his face as he looked down at the buttons on his black collared shirt. “Is that the lad you fucked last week?”

I grimaced. “No, that was Tyler.  Travis was the one from last Tuesday that tried to make out with me right after he ate onion rings.”  I shuddered at the memory.

“Tyler, Travis, whatever… If you didn’t ever want to see him again then why did you follow him on instagram?” He asked sassily.  His green eyes flashed up at mine as he waited for an answer. 

I cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. “He asked to follow me and it just seemed like a good idea for me to follow him right then too. I didn’t want to be rude.” My apartment-mate was smirking at me, his handsome eyes studying my face.  I furrowed my brow at him. “Don’t you dare look at me like that, Harry.” I glanced at my phone. “Two minutes.”