My boyfriend and I go to the same college, and one of the things I enjoy most is sharing a room with him. Sharing a bed. I hoped living together would improve our relationship, which has grown rocky as of late. But he's the jealous type, and I always seem to say or do the wrong thing at the wrong time. I don't mean to provoke him; sometimes I just don't think how my actions might hurt him. Unfortunately, our roommate only sees us when we're at our worst, so she thinks things are bad between us. When he's angry enough at me to kick me out of bed and I have to sleep on the couch. When he snaps at me for flirting with her, even though he knows I don't mean anything by it. She never sees how wonderful he is to me sometimes, or how perfect we can be together when we're alone. I hope her misplaced concern won't come between us. Or maybe it'll be my own stupidity that tears us apart.

I'll Take the Rain

“I amup,” I tease, stretching an arm out towards him. “Come back here and see.”


He flashes me a tight grin but dances out of reach. “I have class in an hour.”


“Skip,” I tell him, burrowing deeper into the blankets. “That’s what I’m going to do.”


He digs a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser without looking at me. “Do you really think you can afford to do that? Your grades aren’t the best. If you get kicked out—“


“I won’t,” I assure him. Where’s this coming from? Why can’t we get back to where we were moments ago?


“If you do,” he continues, as if I hadn’t interrupted him, “then you’ll have to move back home and what am I going to do up here all by myself?”


Any reply I can think of is flippant and guaranteed to piss him off, so I stay silent. He slaps my leg as he passes the bed, harder this time. “Come on, get up.”


Chapter 8