Even in high school, before all the fame and fortune, Brody had dated more than his fair share of girls. I'd heard rumors,mouth-wateringrumors that might've interested me if only I weren't still a virgin at the time.
Now, I watched in sullen silence as Waverly glided past me, heading toward the rear hallway, where the bedrooms were located.
I held my ground for like two whole seconds before it suddenly dawned on me that I'd be smart to follow, if only to preserve my own space.
As I strode after her, I called out, "The last room on the right is mine."
Without looking back, she said, "We'll see about that."
I kept on going. "No, you'llsee, because I'm already settled in."
In the hallway, she stopped at the first door and opened it to peer inside. Curious in spite of myself, I joined her at the doorway to get a look of my own.
The unfamiliar bedroom was nice and roomy with a queen-sized bed, two tall dressers, and a big window overlooking the private back yard.
I remained stubbornly in the hall while Waverly entered the bedroom and pulled open a random dresser drawer. It was empty, just like the next one she opened. Without bothering to shut either drawer, she strode to the bedroom's opposite wall, making straight for a narrow wooden door that led to who-knows-what. She yanked it open to reveal an empty closet.
With a sound of disgust, she said, "There's no bathroom."
"Yeah, well, there's a really nice one at the end of the hall."
She turned and gave me a dubious look. "Hownice?"
"Really nice," I said. "It has a bathtubanda shower." The distinction seemed important, because my own bathroom had only a shower, not that I was complaining.
She asked, "How's the lighting?"
"In the bathroom?" I said. "Good. I guess."
"How good?"
I jerked a finger toward the bathroom. "It's right down the hall. Youcouldcheck it out for yourself, you know."
"Oh, believe me, I will." And with that, she left the first bedroom and brushed past me, heading deeper down the hall.
She stopped at the next door and opened it. Inside, there was king-sized bed, a wide dresser, and another interior door. Waverly marched into the bedroom, yanked open the mystery door, and looked inside.
It was another closet – empty, just like the first one. She looked to me and demanded, "Where's the bathroom?"
"How shouldIknow?"
"Well, you told me about theotherbathroom."
I crossed my arms. "Which youstillcould see for yourself."
"Oh, I intend to," she said, leaving the second bedroom and striding once again past me. When she reached the hallway bathroom, she opened the door to reveal everything the bathroom had to offer – a nice long countertop, two sinks, a small jacuzzi tub, and a separate shower.
She flicked on the lights and eyed the whole setup with obvious disappointment. "The lighting's awful."
The lighting looked fine to me. But then again, I wasn't nearly as put-together as Waverly. Her makeup was flawless, and her long blonde hair was twisted into an elaborate knot, making her look more like a movie star than a show producer.
Who knows, maybe sheneededgood lighting to achieve such a perfect appearance.
As for myself, I tended to favor a more natural look, which meant that I could probably get ready in near-darkness if I needed to.
With a huff, Waverly turned away from the bathroom and pushed past me yet again. She headed toward the third bedroom – the one whereI'dbeen staying.
The door was shut, and with good reason.
