“But they cover your skin.” I pointed out. “And a tattoo is forever. I mean, don’t you think it’s kind of trashy?”
“Who are you?” She squinted. “Apparently your small town was built underneath a rock.”
“Um…” I laughed. “My point exactly.”
“Trust me, the only reason you don’t like tattoos is because you’ve never seen them spread over a hot body. You’ll change real fast when you see that yummy goodness on a six pack. Hell, last time I saw a shirtless guy with tattoos I asked if I could lick him.”
“What did he say?”
Lisa sighed. “Yes…” Then she shrugged. “We dated for a week, then I left him for greener pastures.”
“Bigger tattoo?”
“How’d you know!” She threw her head back and laughed. “I was kind of kno
wn for being the school slut, but it was better than not being known at all.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I kept my mouth shut, especially considering I’d never even kissed a guy before. Too embarrassed to admit my inexperience, I just shrugged. “Well, that’s what college is for. It’s a fresh start, right?”
“Right.” Her eyes flickered away from mine for a brief moment. Her smile fell from her face. “Well, at any rate, we should get some sleep if we’re going boy-hunting tomorrow.”
“Right.” I yawned again. “And thanks, Lisa, for checking on me.”
“What type of roommate would I be if I didn’t come running?”
“One who didn’t kill lamps and wake up with two bruises?”
“Damn lamp,” she muttered. “Night, Kiersten.”
“Night.”
Chapter Two
If it looks like a rat, smells like a rat, and talks like a rat, it’s probably a freaking rat.
Kiersten
“Name?” The guy at Registration didn’t look up, merely paused as his fingers hovered over the iPad. I’d woken up at seven so I could make early registration at eight. Tables were lined outside the Student Center in prison-like fashion. At least twenty upperclassman stood in front of the tables with packets and bored expressions.
“Kiersten,” I answered.
He let out an irritated sigh. “There are over thirty-five thousand students on this campus, and you want me to look you up by your first name, Kiersten?”
“Sorry. Uh… Rowe. Kiersten Rowe.”
He typed away. “Well, Rowe Kiersten Rowe, it looks like you’re registered for nineteen credits and have yet to decide on a major.”
What was he? A profiler? “That’s right.” I leaned back on my heels and cleared my throat. He still didn’t look up.
“Hmm…” His hands moved fluidly over the screen. “Alright, I’m sending your schedule to your school email.” He set the iPad down and grabbed a packet. “Campus map, mailbox number, student email, everything you need is in this package. If you have any questions, you can ask your RA.”
I hoped he meant resident advisor, because if he meant something else I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Okay.” I took the packet he thrust in my face. “What about my student ID card?”
“Next!” He lifted his head and shot me another irritated glance.
“Excuse me.” I stood my ground. “Where do I get my student ID card?”