sizes too big. “I’ve done a lot of
studying
in my day.” He reached out to slap another high five with Sam, but the boy was too engrossed in his game to notice.
“I’m Chloe, by the way,” the girl piped up, taking a step farther into the room. She stole a glance at Sam again, but he still hadn’t seemed to notice her. Probably because of Heath’s programming, Brandon thought—he’d told the kid not to waste time with freshman girls, and no doubt he’d ruled out prospectives unilaterally.
“Listen, Chloe.” Brandon felt a bit bad for the girl. She was probably totally lost on campus and didn’t need Ferro teasing her. He’d be amazed if any of the prospectives decided to come to Waverly after meeting his abrasive roommate. “Maybe it would be best if you—”
“If you took your shirt off!” Heath cried. “Has Brandon told you about the naked rule? Or is he just trying to teach by example?” Heath quickly ripped his polo off over the top of his head, exposing his muscled, fake ’n’ bake chest.
Brandon was sure Chloe was going to gasp and then make a break for it, but she held her ground in the doorway, seemingly unfazed by Heath’s sudden half-naked state.
“You see, my dear,” Heath continued, grabbing at Sam’s shirt and trying to pull it off, “We have a no-shirts policy in this room, and if you don’t comply with it, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.” His eyes gleamed devilishly, and he continued to yank at Sam’s shirt while Sam mumbled, “Quit it,” and stared down at the game.
Chloe narrowed her eyes at Heath. “I don’t think that’s in the Waverly handbook,” she said challengingly. She put her hands on her hips, and Brandon was momentarily reminded of Callie when she was annoyed and didn’t want to take any bullshit. Who would have guessed this girl had that kind of spunk?
“It’s not.” Heath shrugged in a you-can’t-fight-city-hall kind of way. “But Brandon here feels
very
strongly about it. Don’t you, Brandon?” With sudden inspiration, Heath stuck his head out the open window and cried, “Naked party in Heath and Brandon’s room!” at the top of his lungs.
Chloe just shook her head. “You guys are so immature. I can’t believe such pretty girls have crushes on you.”
Heath turned, taking a sudden interest in Chloe. “What girls? What girls, what girls,
what girls
?” He leaped across the room and lay prostrate at Chloe’s feet, tugging at the hem of her sweater. “You have to tell me!”
The prospective just rolled her eyes and batted Heath’s hands off of her. “Well, I overheard Sage Francis saying she thought Brandon was cute,” she said, looking at Brandon disapprovingly. “But God, I’m going to tell her not to bother!” And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out. As she clomped off down the hall, Brandon thought he heard her mutter, “And I thought eighth-grade boys were bad!” Poor girl. She still didn’t know what room Alan lived in, and who knew what awaited her behind any of the doors in a dorm full of teenage boys.
Brandon pulled his clean shirt on over his head thoughtfully. Sage Francis? She was pretty cute, although he’d never really thought of her that way before.
Heath was rolling on the floor like a dog, laughing, and Sam, now shirtless, was still engrossed in his game of Spider-Man. Maybe he should try talking to Sage Francis, Brandon thought. It had to be better than hanging out here.
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in my day.” He reached out to slap another high five with Sam, but the boy was too engrossed in his game to notice.
“I’m Chloe, by the way,” the girl piped up, taking a step farther into the room. She stole a glance at Sam again, but he still hadn’t seemed to notice her. Probably because of Heath’s programming, Brandon thought—he’d told the kid not to waste time with freshman girls, and no doubt he’d ruled out prospectives unilaterally.
“Listen, Chloe.” Brandon felt a bit bad for the girl. She was probably totally lost on campus and didn’t need Ferro teasing her. He’d be amazed if any of the prospectives decided to come to Waverly after meeting his abrasive roommate. “Maybe it would be best if you—”
“If you took your shirt off!” Heath cried. “Has Brandon told you about the naked rule? Or is he just trying to teach by example?” Heath quickly ripped his polo off over the top of his head, exposing his muscled, fake ’n’ bake chest.
Brandon was sure Chloe was going to gasp and then make a break for it, but she held her ground in the doorway, seemingly unfazed by Heath’s sudden half-naked state.
“You see, my dear,” Heath continued, grabbing at Sam’s shirt and trying to pull it off, “We have a no-shirts policy in this room, and if you don’t comply with it, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.” His eyes gleamed devilishly, and he continued to yank at Sam’s shirt while Sam mumbled, “Quit it,” and stared down at the game.
Chloe narrowed her eyes at Heath. “I don’t think that’s in the Waverly handbook,” she said challengingly. She put her hands on her hips, and Brandon was momentarily reminded of Callie when she was annoyed and didn’t want to take any bullshit. Who would have guessed this girl had that kind of spunk?
“It’s not.” Heath shrugged in a you-can’t-fight-city-hall kind of way. “But Brandon here feels
very
strongly about it. Don’t you, Brandon?” With sudden inspiration, Heath stuck his head out the open window and cried, “Naked party in Heath and Brandon’s room!” at the top of his lungs.
Chloe just shook her head. “You guys are so immature. I can’t believe such pretty girls have crushes on you.”
Heath turned, taking a sudden interest in Chloe. “What girls? What girls, what girls,
what girls
?” He leaped across the room and lay prostrate at Chloe’s feet, tugging at the hem of her sweater. “You have to tell me!”
The prospective just rolled her eyes and batted Heath’s hands off of her. “Well, I overheard Sage Francis saying she thought Brandon was cute,” she said, looking at Brandon disapprovingly. “But God, I’m going to tell her not to bother!” And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out. As she clomped off down the hall, Brandon thought he heard her mutter, “And I thought eighth-grade boys were bad!” Poor girl. She still didn’t know what room Alan lived in, and who knew what awaited her behind any of the doors in a dorm full of teenage boys.
Brandon pulled his clean shirt on over his head thoughtfully. Sage Francis? She was pretty cute, although he’d never really thought of her that way before.
Heath was rolling on the floor like a dog, laughing, and Sam, now shirtless, was still engrossed in his game of Spider-Man. Maybe he should try talking to Sage Francis, Brandon thought. It had to be better than hanging out here.
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