Crazy House

Chapter 7:It's true what they say about southern men in jeans.

Chapter 7:It's true what they say about southern men in jeans.

Today is my fourth day in the Crazy House. Yesterday I stayed in my room all day, after spilling my heart out to Roman the day before. I only left the room to use the bathroom, I didn't eat a single thing yesterday. I guess that's okay since the carbs I ate on the first two days of being here will take a while to work off.

A tap on my door jolts me out of my thoughts, and before I can let out a reply the door opens.

It's Jessie.

"Hey, me and Roman are going to the mall a city over, do you want to come?" She asks me.

"Uh.." I really don't want to see Roman, since I know he probably thinks I'm crazy now. No matter how comforting he was the other night.

"We're leaving in five minutes, throw on some clothes." Jessie tells me taking away the option of me choosing.

I let out a sigh before getting up and grabbing clothes out of my suitcase. I guess I should go to the mall since I'm running out of clothes. I brushed my teeth and put makeup over my healing eye this morning, so all I have to do is my hair.

I put on a blue tank top, and jean shorts. It's really too hot here to wear anything else. I let out a sigh when I realize I only packed heels.

What was I thinking?

Maybe Jessie will let me borrow some of her shoes.

Problem is I have no idea where her room is.

I know it's bad, but I don't even know my way around this house. It's not that it's too big, because my home in California was bigger, I just haven't had time to look around. Well, more like I haven't felt like it.

I walk to Roman's room and just as I'm taking a deep breath about to knock, the door opens. Roman is standing in front of me with a tight fitting black t-shirt on, and jeans.

Jesus, it's true what they say about southern men in jeans.

He looks hot.

He looks me over from head to toe and my body heats up. His eyes meet mine and he leans against the door frame towering over me. "Did you need something?" He asks.

Only for you to take that shirt off and let me touch your muscles.

"Um, where's Jessie's room?" I ask him trying to get thoughts of him shirtless out of my mind.

"Downstairs," he tells me, "right past the living room, you know that hallway, her room is the first door on the left."

I barely pay any attention to his instructions but I nod my head, "Thanks." I tell him and he nods his head.

"No problem." He tells me, and I catch that cologne again and I almost die on the spot.

I need to get downstairs.

Right now.

I knock on Jessie's door, but I'm sure she can't hear me over the music blasting in her room. I see why they left her downstairs. Poor Liz, I'm hoping her room isn't the one across the hall.

I open the door cautiously, Jessie is smoking, and dancing.

This girl is one of a kind.

"Hey Air," I didn't realize we have nicknames for each other,"Do you need something?" She asks turning down the radio, and stubbing out her cigarette in an ashtray. It's now that I take in how messy her room is. There's clothes all over the room, half of them are men's clothes, that I'm sure don't belong to her. Her bed is unmade, and there's an empty bottle of what looks like tequila on her nightstand.