Chapter Five
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I HADN’T GOTTEN MUCH SLEEP last night due to a certain male in the house inducing butterflies in my stomach and giving my brain whiplash. Being up before Camden wasn’t an issue this morning. I decided to stop tossing and turning at around five and went downstairs to read a book. I heard creaking upstairs about an hour later, and it didn’t take long till a groggy looking Camden came trudging into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He was wearing a pair of dark grey sweats that curved over his perfectly toned ass. His upper body was bare of any clothing. The defined muscles in his back moved as he filled the pot with water. All tan and smooth skin, my mouth went dry with his every movement. Why must he walk around half naked and be all delicious? I nearly groaned when he turned around and faced the living room. He had yet to see me, and I was thankful because it spared me a few extra seconds to scrutinize his every inch. Camden leaned down and placed his elbows on the counter, resting his head in his hands. He was a picture of perfection. Looking at him now, I only hoped that I’d be able to speak to him without making an issue out of how he’d treated me during my first week here. The coffee pot behind him beeped, and he rubbed his hand through his unruly hair and tugged at the ends. Standing up, he was about to turn when he caught me looking at him.
“Morning,” I said shyly. I looked down to the book I’d closed and rested on my lap.
When he didn’t reciprocate my greeting I glanced up at him. His dark eyes were on me, but I couldn’t tell what kind of mood he was in. “What are you doing up?” His normally deep voice came out rough and scratchy.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He regarded me before turning away. “Coffee?”
“Please,” I said, getting up from the couch. I walked over to the island and sat down. He poured two cups. He made my coffee just as I had the other day; splash of cream and two teaspoons of sugar. I hadn’t realized he paid that close of attention.
He passed the mug to me and I said, “Thanks,” enveloping my hands around the almost too hot cup. The silence was making me squirm, and I felt as though I needed to start this conversation before I chickened out. “Are you always up this early?” I took a slow sip of the steaming joe. He’d made it perfectly.
I noticed his eyes were watching my mouth as I licked any stray drops of coffee from them. “Usually.”
“Are you going for a run?”
“Probably.”
“You’re quite the conversationalist in the mornings,” I mused sarcastically.
He grunted at me. “And you talk too much.”
Was he teasing me, or was he being serious? This was exactly why I needed to talk to him. I knew nothing about Camden, and I didn’t really know how to gauge his behavior and responses. I gave him a small smile to show that if he was teasing I picked up on it. If he wasn’t, well, at least I seemed to feign indifference.
“Just trying to figure you out.”
He set his mug down, and he leaned against the opposite counter from me. His arms folded over his chest making him appear even larger than he already looked. He crossed his ankles, and I noticed his bare feet. I swallowed, hard. What was it about a man in sweats or jeans with bare feet that was so tantalizing?
“Alright Blue, what do you want to know?”
I raised my eyebrow at him and took another sip of coffee. “Well, for starters, what’s with the nickname? You’ve barely spoken a few short sentences to me since I moved in here.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Obviously not,” I retorted, being a smartass.
“Next question,” he said, disregarding the first one.
“You’re not going to answer?”
“Nope.”
I grumbled under my breath. I noticed the side of his mouth twitched up but quickly went away. Did I just catch him trying not to smile at me?
“Fine. How about telling me about your gym?”
He seemed to roll his eyes at the question. “Dodger told you?”
“No, not really. He said you and your brothers owned one, and that you were the manager of it. That’s all I know. I don’t know where it’s at, or anything about it.”
He sighed and released his arms. “I’m surprised. Dodger likes to run his mouth. The gym belonged to my dad until he decided to retire early and pass it along to us. He and my mom wanted to travel so the gym is now ours. I was the one who showed the most interest in it, more than my other siblings. It’s the one a few blocks over, The Dugout.” He shrugged. “Well, except for Dodge, but he’s not interested in managing the place, he just likes to train.”
I felt like I had been slapped stupid. This was the most that Camden had spoken to me since, well… ever. What was even more surprising was him being so forthcoming with the information. I only expected responses from him similar to what he’d given me so far this morning. Short and clipped.
“Hmmm, I’ve actually driven past it a few times. But I’m catching a theme here; The Dugout, Camden, Dodger… your parents have a thing for baseball?”
“You’re quick.” His mouth tipped up in a smile.
“So are your other two brothers also named after something baseball-ish?”
“They are.”
We’re back to being short. “Care to share?”
“My older brother is Turner, and my youngest brother is Wrigley.”
I grinned. “Some pretty unique names. So your parents named everything after baseball?”
“Something like that.” He regarded me with wary eyes. “Is it my turn?”
I glanced down at my coffee cup. Steam was still rising from the surface of the liquid. “Your turn for what?”
“To ask questions.”
My heart picked up its pace. “What do you want to know?”
A look of mischief danced behind his eyes. “Why such a large age gap between you and your little sister?”
I really didn’t want to talk about my family, my mom in particular, but he’d divulged some information so I guess I needed to reciprocate. “My mom got pregnant with me when she was still in high school. My sperm donor—” he cocked an eyebrow at the term, “—left after she told him of my impending arrival. My mom raised me by herself, and then twelve years later she told me Sarah was on the way.”
I didn’t know if he was expecting more, but I had no intentions of going further. “Is she your only sibling?”
I nodded. His body shifted as he reached for his cup of black coffee, and I openly watched the way each muscle bunched under his skin. His eyes narrowed, and I knew he saw me checking him out. “So, what do you know about The Dugout?” His change of subject gave me pause. Between our very unusual conversation, and him actually being sort of nice, I felt almost put off.
“Well, I’ve only really heard about it. Macie had a membership there not too long ago. She was trying to get the attention of a guy who was going there, but it ended up not working out. Anyway she cancelled it because she didn’t want to run into him again and the girl doesn’t need to exercise. Her body is already pretty perfect.”
He curled his lip as though something I said left a bad taste in his mouth. “First of all, going to a gym to get a guy’s attention is just stupid. And second, I don’t care what you look like, everyone should work out.”
I shifted in my chair. This topic felt more taboo than telling him all the ins and outs of my mom’s sorted affairs. I was already insecure with myself, but when you couple that with the Adonis standing across from me and eyeing me like he meant that comment for me, I bristled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He took a step forward, as though he knew I’d spar with him over the subject. “Exactly what I said, you can be skinny, tall, short, healthy, out of shape, or fat; everyone should be working out.”
Was it me, or did my ears pick up on his emphasis on the word ‘fat’? I knew I was probably overreacting, but suddenly I wanted this fight. “Why does it sound like your words are a jab in my direction, Camden?”
He jerked back slightly. “What? I was making a general statement. What are you being so sensitive about?”
I rolled my eyes and hopped down from the stool. Rounding the counter I tossed the rest of my coffee in the sink. “Oh give me a break! I heard you the day I signed those papers, and I’ve seen the way you look at me. I get it okay? I know I’m not thin, and I don’t have the best diet. But who in the hell are you to judge me for how I live my life? If I wanted to put my fat ass in a gym, I’d be squatting with the rest of those skinny girls you bring home.”
I hadn’t realized that I had moved to stand directly in front of him. My stance was completely confrontational, and my hands were shaking in anger. His brown eyes looked menacing as he stared me down.
“I don’t know what kind of insecure little girl issues you have going on in your pretty little blond head, but my words were not directed at you. If I have something to say to you, I’d say it.”
Pretty? I glowered at him. “You know what?” I stopped to regain my composure. Taking a deep breath in through my nose, I closed my eyes and then reopened them. “Just forget this conversation ever happened. It’s obvious that you and I are incapable of being friends. I don’t want to live the next eleven months in a house with someone who is cruel and judgmental. So do me a favor. When you see me just pretend I’m not here. I’ll stay out of your way, if you stay out of mine.” I turned to march upstairs. Before I thought about it any longer, I flipped back around, my hair flying into my face. I was certain I looked like a mad woman. “And another thing, I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop bringing your stick figured, zero percent body fat, fake boob, airhead bimbos in my house. And yes, it’s also my house. I have a contract that says so.” Boom. Now I was done. He said nothing after my rant, and I stormed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. Sitting on my air mattress, I tried to calm my breathing.
In the few minutes that passed, I tried swallowing down the large lump that was forming in my throat. I’d really gone off the deep end. I let my image issue get the best of me. But I had a feeling that it was more than just me picking a fight with him. From the time I moved in here, the air had been tense between us. The pressure was too much, and I was buckling. I truly enjoyed having my independence and living here despite my few run-ins with Camden. I couldn’t break now and say ‘screw it’ and move back in with my mom. I would make this work. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to feel around Camden after my little episode downstairs. And I hated the way he made me feel like I was under a microscope when he was in the same room with me. I knew that had to be mostly in my head, but I’d always put people like him up on a pedestal, which only served to make me feel bad about myself. That had to stop, right…now! He was a normal person, just like I was.
Now the other issue at hand was the draw I felt when he was near. It was more than just attraction. And that really pissed me off. I didn’t want to like him. He was very good looking, and that was just something that wasn’t going to change. But the air between was so electric it was almost tangible. Last night was something that shouldn’t have happened. I let him mess with my head. He was being nice, and he seemed to like to make me want him. Maybe he was one of those guys that got off on the idea that if a girl didn’t appear to be into him, he’d lure them in and feel attraction. Had he done it on purpose just to mess with me? I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to that. For now I’d go back to my original game plan. I would ignore him when he was around, and I would do my own thing. Today I’d stay in my room and study for my A&P test later this week and maybe call Macie to see what she was up to.
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I’d just gotten out of my history class when I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around, and Dodger was crossing the hall to get to me.
“Hey there Blue, whatcha doing? Just get out of class?”
I groaned. “Not you too. Care to tell me where that name came from? Your brother doesn’t seem so forthcoming.”
He barked a laugh. “It’s your eyes, Keegan. They’re the bluest I’ve seen, even compared to mine. It fits you.”
My eyes? That was where Camden got the nickname from? I shook my head refusing to think too much into it. “Well, I don’t think I care for it. Besides, isn’t that the nickname for the old guy on the movie Old School? You’re my boy Blue.” I did the worst impression of Will Ferrell.
Dodger was practically in stitches laughing at me. I tried to scowl at him, but honestly the air around him was light, and I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. This was why I enjoyed being around him. He was always happy.
He wiped under his eye and stood up straight. “Didn’t know you were an impersonator. You got any more you can do?”
I nudged him with my arm as we started walking. “Shut up.”
“No seriously, that was great. You shoulda taken off your shirt and ran through the campus yelling it. Would’ve made it so much better.”
My face heated, and I knew I was red. He was still laughing as he slung his arm around my shoulder. “You’re unbelievable,” I scolded him.
“That’s what she said.” He wagged his eyebrows at me.
I sighed. He could go on all day, so I quit while I was ahead. I noticed a backpack hanging off his shoulder. “How did I not know you were a student here? I’m feeling like a crappy friend here.”
“The subject never came up. I’m in my third year, going for my physical therapy license.”
“Huh, I can see that,” I said, glancing up at him. “Would you work out of The Dugout?”
A sly smile spread across his face. “Camden tell you about it?” When I nodded but didn’t say anything else he continued, “I figured, why not? I wouldn’t have to open my own place, or find some doctor’s office to work out of. I’ll probably add on to the building so it seems more separate, and I can use the equipment in the gym for what my clients will need.”
I winked. “Sounds like you have a good plan.”
We walked silently and fairly slowly when he asked, “Where are we going?”
“Well I am going to the Bulldog Café. And you are more than welcome to join me. I always meet Macie for lunch.”
“Macie, huh? What’s her story anyway?”
I quirked my brow at him. “Why do you ask?”
He looked straight ahead and dropped his arm from my shoulder. “Just curious is all.”
“Uh huh. You are interested in her, aren’t you?” When he didn’t say anything I glanced up at him. “Mace is my best friend, and I love her to pieces, but she’s a bit of a player.” I stopped walking and pulled on his arm. “Listen, I get that you are probably into her, but I’m thinking it might be best if you stay away from that one. I hate talking about her like this, but I really like you Dodger, and I don’t want to see either of you hurt.”
His emotions flittered across his face before he settled on a grin and teasingly said, “I’m not looking to marry the girl, I was just wondering.”
“If you say so, just please, be careful alright?”
He reached out and ruffled my hair, and I swatted at him. “You worry too much. Loosen up. Oh, speaking of, so there’s this party at one of the frat houses…”
I interrupted him with a gasp. “Oh my gosh I would have never pegged you for a frat guy.”
“Well if you would have listened to what I was saying I was getting to the part where I would have said one of my really good friends lives in the house that’s hosting it. It’s going to be a Halloween party so you’ll need to dress up, but it would be fun if you came. I could introduce you to some people, and it’ll give you a chance to get out and stretch your legs some.”
“Stretch my legs?” I giggled.
“Yes, stretch your legs.” His smile was beaming. “So far I’ve only seen you work, go to school, and hang out with your sister and Macie. Get out a bit, Keegan. There’s got to be a little she-devil hiding in there somewhere.” He squatted down so he was eye level to me and acted as though he were searching.
I blushed. “No, there’s not. And I don’t want to go to some frat Halloween party where I’m forced to dress like a slutty cop or a sexy nurse. It sounds like a nightmare stuffing me into spandex and something too short. I would look like a can of exploded dough.”
His face became stoic. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“Seriously Dodger, I’m not blind. I know what I look like, and I make no qualms about what I see in the mirror. Squeezing into something that is only going to make me uncomfortable all night doesn’t sound like a good time.” I stopped talking when I saw him clenching his fists, and his mouth had formed a straight line. Tilting my head I said, “Did I say something wrong?”
He shook his head. “You really don’t see yourself clearly.”
“What?”
“You have a very distorted view, ‘cause what you’re seeing is not what I’m seeing. You’re not fat, or chubby, or whatever else you like to call yourself. You’re beautiful, Keegan. And before you argue with me, I’d like to believe that I’m a pretty good judge on what’s hot and what’s not. You, my friend, are smokin’.” His eyes ran the length of me while he gave me a wickedly handsome smile.
I felt like I wanted to go hide under a bush. I had no doubt my face was bright red, and I really wasn’t sure how to respond to his misguided compliment. “Ummm…thanks?”
“You say that like it’s a question.” He placed both of his hands up on my shoulders. “So you’re not one hundred pounds soaking wet and as tall as a skyscraper. You have something else that those girls don’t have.”
Now he’d piqued my curiosity. “And what would that be?”
“Tits and ass,” he said it with a casual shrug.
I laughed. “Maybe. But it’s just unfortunate that my curves also come along with a hefty spare tire.”
He glanced down at my stomach, and all I wanted to do was cover it up. “Once again, you’re seeing shit that just ain’t there. But now it seems I’m on a mission.”
“Oh God, should I be worried?”
“Definitely,” he chuckled. “I’m going to prove to you that you are a desirable woman. I can’t stand that you have such low self-esteem when you are a freaking ten on my hot meter. It must be fixed.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’re barking up the wrong tree. But knock yourself out.”
“Why don’t you come to the gym with me tonight?”
I balked. “So your first order of business is to take away the curves that you say are attractive and turn me into one of those skinny chicks? No thanks, Dodger, I’m not interested.” I was turning to walk away.
He grabbed my forearm and stopped me. His baby blue eye searched mine. “You’re not hearing me. I’m not trying to change you, Keegan, I’m trying to help you. You think you look a certain way, when I don’t see anything wrong with it. My solution is to change the way you see yourself.” He looked genuinely unsure about whether he was reaching me.
A few seconds passed before I wiped under my eyes to rid the moisture and straightened my back. “Fine.” Dodger was truly not trying to hurt my feelings by saying what he did. “Come get me after six, I should be home from work by then.”
He nodded. “Aren’t I still coming to lunch with you?”
“No, I need a little bit of time alone with Macie, if that’s alright. I don’t mean to be rude.”
“Not rude at all. I’ll catch ya after work. Tell your friend I said hi.” And with that Dodger turned and walked toward the student parking.
I continued on to the café, ready to dump all of the swirling negativity on Macie’s lap. I wanted to get her take on everything. I really felt adamant about going to The Dugout and possibly running into Camden. He was at the forefront of my mind when Dodger mentioned taking me with him. If I went, it would feel like I was conceding to every word Camden said to me this weekend, and it ticked me off. I didn’t want him to think he got his way, and he somehow got his chubby roommate into the gym. I swear I could practically hear him laughing about it now while giving me an ‘I told you so’ face. I balled my fists until my nails were biting into my palms. Just the idea of it made me feel murderous. I knew Dodger wouldn’t let me back out. Little did Macie know, I was going to drag her along. At least she could act as a buffer while I was there. All of the guys would be paying attention to her instead of watching me huff and puff on the elliptical. I’d survive this. I promised I’d go with him tonight, but that didn’t mean every night after that. And one evening in the gym wasn’t going to change the way I saw myself. As I approached the café, I felt resolute that this was going to be a one-time deal. After that, Dodger would have to find a new way to show me how I should be seeing myself. I’d also be crossing my fingers that Camden had better things to do than be at work that late in the evening.