The Impact of You (3 page)

I’ve
achieved the anonymity I crave– so why do I feel so restless?

It’s why I choose this middle-of-nowhere-Iowa private college –
because practically no one from my high school was coming here, which made it all the more appealing. Safe. Even though my dads wanted me to follow in their footsteps, go to State and become a Viking, I convinced them that this was what I wanted. Now I’m not so sure.

I
replay my conversation with Jase over in my mind. What was it about him that felt so familiar?

Madison prances over to me, lip syncing with gusto.
“
Here’s my number, call me maybe.”

My mouth curls into
its usual crooked grin, watching them sing their hearts out. Once the song is over, Madison removes her bra from under her shirt and thrusts off her jeans. She has zero modesty – in front of me, Noah, or anyone really.

Madison is
my opposite in every way. I wear my hair loose like a curtain to hide behind –the longer, the better. Madison’s is cropped close to her shoulders in a sleek bob that she threatens to chop on a regular basis. She’s also blessed with a flawless olive complexion, while I’m pale except for the fine dusting of freckles across the bridge of my nose and top of my chest. Speaking of chests, hers fits politely inside her shirt, two nicely rounded lady bumps. Mine? Not so much. My boobs and I have never gotten along. Mine spill over a C, but I refuse to buy a bigger size, so I’ve taken to wearing sports bras exclusively since last year. Though it’s not because I care for jogging. They’re just more manageable this way. Of course Madison had a field day with that information, outraged that I’d taken to keeping my lady parts strapped down. She even tried to get Noah involved in making a case to free my boobage, to which he replied, “Eh. I could take ’em or leave ’em. But I have heard guys like those things.” We all cracked up laughing, and that was pretty much the end of that conversation.

Madison flops down onto my bed, forcing me to scoot over.
Noah stretches out on our futon, where he’s regularly been sleeping.

“Did you have fun tonight
, Avery?” Madison asks.

I nod.
“Yeah. It wasn’t bad.”

She
chuckles. “If there’s no one who interested you at that party tonight, you’ve got bigger issues than I can help you with.”

“There was someone,” I admit, my voice tiny.

“Who?”

“His name was Jase.”

“Jase Owens?’

I no
d sheepishly.

Her eyes
fly to Noah’s, which are just as wide and concerned. “Oh honey,” he frowns.

“What?”
I ask, keeping my voice level.

Madison rolls
her eyes and lets out a huff. “Noah.” She motions for him to explain, anchoring a hand on her hip. Uh-oh, this isn’t good.

“How do I put this…
.” He taps his index finger against his chin, his expression grim. “He’s a shark, babe. You need a guppie.”

I frown.
Was Jase a shark like they thought? After talking with him on the deck, I didn’t think so. But then I remembered the large-chested girl who planted herself in his lap just minutes later. Her breasts weren’t bigger than mine, but she had no problem putting them out there in people’s faces. And Jase did nothing to remove her from his personal space.

Madison pats
the top of his head. “Well said, tootsie roll.”

“Relax guys, it’s not like I’m
gonna do anything about it.”

Madiso
n’s eyebrows dart up. “Baby, you wouldn’t even know what to do with a guy anyway.”

I don’t argue. I don’t
tell her she’s wrong. It doesn’t matter because it’s not like I’m planning on getting involved with anyone. Especially Jase. Getting close to people means running the risk of exposing my past. And that is not okay with me. Not even Madison and Noah know, God love ’em.

“Night guys.”
I flick off my lamp, plunging us into darkness and curl onto my side, letting the numb feeling overtake me. I can’t believe I’d opened up to Jase tonight – thinking we’d shared some sort of moment, telling him about my adoption. That was dumb. No sense in getting my hopes up about Jase, I was safer alone anyway.

Jase

I hadn’t expected
to see Avery again, which is why the flash of auburn hair leaves me momentarily stunned. Seeing her in the daylight, I realize she’s even prettier than I first realized. But as quickly as I spot her, she’s gone – diving for cover behind a dumpster. “Avery?” I round the corner and see her couched down, knees drawn up to her chest.

Her eyes dart up and meet mine and she lets out a soft groan.
She doesn’t say anything, just remains hunkered down next to the dumpster. I hold out my hand, offering to help.

Her gaze lift
s from mine, searching for something in the distance before she takes my hand.

“Why are you hiding?”

“I wasn’t,” she says quickly.

I lift one eyebrow.
I can feel her hand trembling in mine.

“Can you just get me out of here?”
Her voice has a raspy, pleading quality to it that I can’t refuse.

“Where do you want to go?”

Her gaze darts behind me. “Anywhere but here.”

Sadness flickers
in her eyes and instantly I know I’d gladly fuck up whoever had hurt her. “Come on. If we cut through there,” I point to a trail at the edge of campus, “my house isn’t far.”

She nods, an
d glances behind her once more before following me.

I have no idea what spooked her, but she’s pale and
jittery, like she might dart away from me at any second. I’m not sure why, but I can’t let her do that. I reluctantly release her hand, but she keeps pace beside me. “Do you have a class right now?” I ask, needing to break the silence.

She shakes her head. “I’m done for the day.”

Damn, only eleven in the morning and she’s done for the day? I don’t take classes that start before noon.

When we reach the Delta Sig house, she hesitates at the front door before stepping inside. It’s trashed
, as usual.

“This is weird – being in a frat house during the light of day.”

I smile. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

“How many guys live here?”
She follows me through the living room. There’s a random dude sleeping on the couch, and Avery looks slightly concerned at this, but continues past him.

“Um, sixteen
, I think. The house is just for the juniors and seniors.” We stop in the kitchen and say hi to Drake and Jared. I figure if I introduce her to a few of my roommates – witnesses – she’ll be more comfortable following me up to my room. Of course I don’t like the way their eyes travel over her sleek jean-clad hips, visually molesting her. “Come on.” I take her hand again, which has become a natural reaction to her even though I’ve always hated holding hands, and guide her to the stairs.

She stops cold at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes full of questions. I turn to face her, resisting the urge to brush the strands of hair back from her shoulders. “I pretty much only
hang out in my room. The rest of the house is nasty.”

She smiles crookedly, unable to disagree that my house is disgusting. “Okay.
But no funny business.”

“Right.
Unless you initiate it, in which case I make no promises to stop it.”

She swats my arm. “I won’t be starting anything,
so don’t you worry.”

She follows me
upstairs, and I’m glad she can’t see the dumb-ass smile planted on my face. She’s not at all like other girls I hang out with, and I like that. We climb the three flights of stairs in silence and when I push open the creaky door to the attic, Avery steps around me to peek inside. Taking the unfinished attic meant I had my own room. It didn’t matter that I didn’t have heat or air conditioning, I had my own space.

I watch as she t
akes in the queen-sized bed, neatly made in cream and navy bedding, desk and chair in the corner, a tall dresser and my acoustic on a stand in the corner. The room is large and open, with dark plank-wood floors and beamed ceilings. It’s freezing in the winter and stifling hot in the summer, but its September, so for the time being, it’s perfect. “What do you think?”

S
he wanders over to my desk and looks at the corkboard above it where I’ve tacked various photos, quotes, and clips from magazines. There’s a photo from last summer of me and my mom at the beach – before she went cuckoo for Cocoa-Puffs – and another of Trey and me having an impromptu jam session.

Avery points
to the one of my mom. “You look like her. Same eyelashes.”

“I know.” Everyone always freak
s over my eyelashes for some damn reason. It’s embarrassing.

Then she turn
s to survey the rest of my room. “You make your bed?”

I nod.
“Habit I guess. I had to every day growing up. It was the one chore I had to do, and my mom would freak if I didn’t.”

She bit
es her lip, trying not to smile.

“Come sit down.” I
slide her backpack from her shoulders and set it on the floor. She sits on the edge of my bed, while I pull out the desk chair for myself. “So, are you going to tell me what you were hiding from?”

She looks down and the terrified
expression on her face is back.

Shit fuck
.

“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s okay.” I hold up my hands in surrender. “You don’t have to tell me.”

She swallows, the tension in her shoulders dissipating slightly as she draws a deep breath. “Thanks.”

“For what?”
I pull the chair closer to where she’s seated on the bed.

“For being cool with my…crap.”
She twists her hands in her lap. “I guess I expected you to be different. The Jase Owens I’ve heard about is a major player and always…” She pauses, biting her bottom lip.

“Always what?”

Her cheeks blush the prettiest shade of pink. And on her fair skin, there’s no denying her embarrassment. “Horny,” she finishes.

I crack a slight grin.
“Well that part’s true, babe.”

Her eyes widen just slightly.

A sudden knock on my bedroom door interrupts our silence. “Hey man,” a muffled voice calls through the door. It’s Trey. I’m sure he’s been briefed that I’m up here with a girl, so there must be a significant reason for him to interrupt.

“Come in.”

His gaze registers Avery perched on the side of my bed like she’s ready to bolt, but his eyes slip past her to me. He doesn’t recognize her from Saturday night. Not surprising, given he was drunk off his ass.

“
Stacia’s here,” he says.

Avery’s head turns to me, clearly wondering who
Stacia is.

“I’m busy.” 

Trey chuckles. “Come out and deal with her pretty ass.”

“Fuck
man, tell her I’m with someone.”

“You know she’ll just wait. That girl’s got no shame.”

Damn. He’s right.

“Okay, tell her to come up.”

Avery

Hiding behind that dumpster seemed important at the time – I couldn’t have someone from my past spotting me, so I’d dived for cover. But now, awaiting someone named Stacia, I question
what in the hell I’m doing in Jase’s bedroom. This isn’t me. I don’t follow guys home. I certainly don’t make myself at home on their beds. This is just asking for trouble. And now clearly he has a girlfriend, which makes me look like an even bigger idiot.

Trey leaves and Jase makes no move to explain.
Since it’s too late to escape, I wait. A few seconds later, we hear footsteps climbing the stairs to the attic.

A petit
e girl with long blond hair rounds the corner and her megawatt smile fades as soon as she sees Jase isn’t alone.

“Oh. Hey
, Jase,” she recovers and leans down to plant a kiss against his cheek.

God
, could this be more awkward? I want to die.

Jase, having perfected his bored-with-life look
, nods once at her and then flicks his gaze to mine. “This is Avery. Avery, this is Stacia.”

Stacia
turns, but her smile was only reserved for Jase because it fades as she takes me in. There’s something she hates about me being up here with Jase, and the inner bitch inside me enjoys that fact. This girl just reeks of fake, and I’m instantly not a fan.

“I d
idn’t know you had someone over.” Stacia’s voice goes soft as she turns to Jase.

“Well
, I do. Did you need something?” His voice is cool, unemotional.