Ruin(19)

David stood right along with me. “We have to record these things, Wes. You know that.”
I groaned and made my way to the door. “I know that. It’s been the same for the past six months, and I hate to break it to you but I’m not getting better.”
“That’s a bad attitude and you know it. The doctor said—”
“Screw the doctors!” I hit my fist against the door as my voice wavered with frustration.
I felt David’s heavy sigh. I was used to those. The last year had been filled with them. First my dad’s sigh at learning that the drugs were our last option, my coach’s sigh when I told him I might not be able to finish out the year, and finally the doctor’s sigh, when he said my chances were at fifty percent.
“Look.” My lips felt so damn dry. A side effect from the meds, I licked them and sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough day. Make the damn note. I feel nauseated, my vision is blurred a bit, and I puked this morning.”
Silence, and then I heard scribbling. “Anything else?” David asked.
“Yeah.” I grabbed my keys from the desk. “I’m going out, don’t wait up—”
“But—”
“Please,” I pleaded. “I need normal right now.”
“Fine.” David swore under his breath. “Just keep your cell on and if you feel funny at all you come straight back to the dorm, alright?”
“Yup.” I waltzed out.
I really was a joke of an RA. I’d been in my room all but thirty minutes the second day of classes. I’d wanted the job though. Scratch that, I needed it. Just like I needed a normal minute. The dean about shit himself when my dad went into his office, guns blazing. I’d never been more proud.
Most people probably assumed the worst, that I’d been demoted to an RA position to make up for the previous year.
Truth? I begged for it.
Coach had been pissed, but at least my dad understood. I told him I wanted to help the new kids, show them the ropes, but really it was about my brother. He’d died his freshman year of college, and I wasn’t about to leave this world allowing that to happen to someone else.
Which is why I stopped on Kiersten’s floor.
I wasn’t sure if she’d be back from class yet, but it was worth a shot. I knocked twice on her door and waited.
After some arguing and shuffling, the door opened.
It was Gabe, the cousin, maybe my competition. I wasn’t sure. He gawked at me for a minute and then a grin spread across his features. “Sleep well last night?”
“Better than you.” I smiled.
He nodded. “I believe it.”
“Kiersten?”
“Homework.”
“On the second day?” I pushed past him and let myself in.
Gabe raised his hands. “All I know is she said she had homework and she’s in her room. She only had two classes today, both morning ones.”
“Good to know I’m not the only one stalking her,” I grumbled.
At Gabe’s smug grin I clenched my hand into a fist and went to knock on her door. “Kiersten?”
Sniffling. I heard sniffling, and then something dropped. To hell with that. I burst in.
Wow, I really should have waited for her to open the door.
She was naked.
Well, not entirely naked, but it sure as hell looked like it. She was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. And I was sporting a grin so wide I’m sure I looked possessed.
“Hey!” Gabe called from the hallway. I slammed the door in his face and locked it.
“Oh, I feel safe now,” Kiersten mumbled, rising from the yoga mat. “Seriously, you can’t just barge in on people.”
“I’m so glad I did.” I moved to the bed, scooted back, and leaned against the wall. “Continue.”
She burst out laughing. “No. Not with an audience. I was working out, you pervert.”
“I thought I heard you yelling my name. My mistake.” I shrugged.
“Wow, all the way from the sixth floor huh?”
“What can I say? It’s a gift.”
“Combine super hearing with stalking and you’re a regular psycho.”
My grin grew.
Kiersten jutted out her hip and put her hand on it. “I’m not working out in front of you.”
“Then let’s do it together.”
Her eyes widened in horror.
That was a self-esteem booster if I’d ever seen one. “Not like that. I mean, let’s go running.”
“You run?”
I shook my head and spoke slowly. “I’m a quarterback. Of course I run.”
She blushed and put her hands on her face. “No, I mean, you run other than at practice.”
“You never played sports, did you?”
She bared her teeth and shook her head no.
“We don’t just work out in practice. I work out two hours a day on top of practice. Keeps me in shape. You know, gotta keep that eight pack alive somehow.”
“Will I ever live that down?” She sat on the floor and sighed.
“Lamb…” I teased. “Never.”
“Fine… Let’s run.”
“Cool—”
“On one condition.”
“Boo.” I gave her a thumbs down.
“Hey!” She stood abruptly. “You haven’t even heard my condition!”
“Okay, fine. You have five seconds.”
“Patient, aren’t you?”
“One…”
“Fine!” Kiersten grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and thrust it in my face.
I was just about to say two when the paper landed on my lap. With a sigh I picked it up and started to read.