Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

Fitz Higgins slides onto the piano bench, and I reluctantly slide in next to him. Our knees touch. And he pulls them away from me. And scoots to the end of the bench, as far away from me as possible. What the hell? Do I smell bad? Is that it? I subtly sniff my right armpit, but when no pungent odor reaches my nose, I rule out that possibility. If it’s not that, then what? Willis looks around for something on her desk, but when she doesn’t seem to find it, she looks up and tells us, “I’ve forgotten my planner in the other room. Give me a moment to fetch it, and then I’ll be right back.” She leaves, and then it’s just Fitz Higgins and I. The silence between us is overbearing, so I try to start conversation. “So… what year are you?” No answer. Not even any indication that he’s heard me. Okay, maybe he didn’t. Let me try again. “What year are you?” I ask again, this time a little louder. Nothing. What’s up with this guy? He’s not even looking at me. Maybe he’s deaf? Or mute. Yeah, that would make sense. Willis comes back, placing her planner on the desk. She flips through the pages before lifting her head to look at Fitz. “So, Mr. Higgins, does an hour a day, five days a week work for you?” Fitz nods. “Yes,” he says, and my eyes widen in shock. So not deaf nor mute. That means he was ignoring me. Oh, what an… “Asshole,” I mutter under my breath. His neck snaps in my direction at that. Wow, okay. So that, he heard.

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