Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

A moment later he decided to speak. What wouldn't I pay to know what went on in that broody head of his, "what do you do on weekends?"

"Uh..nothing mostly, just in my dorm. Sometimes I just go for a walk."

"I see." It was difficult to look beyond his cool demeanor. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then."

That's it?

I tried to hide the pang of disappointment that washed over me; his eyes did not waver from me until I was out the office door. Nina appeared to be seated in one of the empty waiting chairs typing frantically on her blackberry, giving company to the king of slackers, (who slept through most classes with his leg hoisted over the desk and did not take the liberty of jotting notes and didn't care when asked to leave during classes), still what he said next knocked the air out of me.

"Got a D?" I asked him.

"No." He vacated the seat, picking a single handbook. "I got an A."

See what I mean?

Nina's eyes went widened. I chose to ignore and tried very hard to keep a straight face, "Then, why are you being called?"

He brushed his messy long hair back from his forehead, adjusting his wrinkled shirt, his sleepy eyes fixed on mine, "I slept during his class."

Such Old news

He walked sluggishly, "Alana, right?"

Figures he wasn't sleeping the day I decided to do a grand entry in the university, "yeah."

He pulled his hand out of his pocket to me, shifting his weight from one foot to another, "Edward, but I prefer Eddie or Ed." He offered me a handshake.

I shook his hand. "Nice meeting you, Ed."

"I hate how people think it's funny asking me if I sparkle in the sun or if I know the Voltouri. So anyway, did you get the notes for last week?"

"I did."

"Awesome, so Uh—can we like sit together tomorrow during economics?" noticing my hesitation he added, "I have to fill up my notebook."

"Sure."

He gave me a thumb up, "see you around," with a salute he walked into the office.

*~*

"You're telling me, you already have plans without me?" Chez asked me over the phone, he sounded furious.

"It's just coffee, you're welcome to join though," I said, although I wasn't sure how it would turn out if Chez tagged along with me and Nina to the barista. "I have a crapload of homework to do, so we won't be long. Do you want to join us?"

I heard a dead silence on the other end which had me thinking if he had hung up on me.

"It's Cool Al, you gals can carry on."

Fantastic! Now I was the bad guy here. The villain, who abandoned her best friend over a new friend, but I also needed a girl friend. There were some things that boys never understood no matter how great friends they became because; in the end, they either ended up becoming the boyfriends or possessive brothers. Chez was the latter one.

At the moment, I didn't need either of them.

"If you're sure..." I started saying.

"Yeah. Talk to you later."

The phone went dead on the other end.

I sipped onto the goodness of my coffee letting the caffeine rile up my senses while Nina cooed about a group of hotties who'd just taken over the booth which had been vacated a while ago. I didn't bother to spare a glance in their direction, if the good professor was the male protagonist of the Vin Diesel movies, these men easily qualified as the villains.

"Stop staring." I squeezed her hand.

Nina took a bite off her donut. I realized she wasn't the obeying type. I gazed up just in time to see her and some guy doing weird 'call me later' eye contact.

"Let me guess you're wondering how you could bail me and join his table?"

"Mind reading, huh?" she gave me a toothpaste commercial smile, "sorry to disappoint you sweetness, but I didn't plan on doing that. Have some faith. We just exchanged numbers." She went back to frantic texting, which was going to get her fingers sore by morning. I was sure.

I checked the time, "its eight-thirty Nina, we gotta go. I have just written the economics paper twice. Mr. Masters instructed five. What about you?"

She didn't even look up and raised a finger, "just once?" then she sighed and added "Half, actually. Don't worry I'll either call in sick or write it in the morning, classes don't start tomorrow until ten anyway."

Her curious hunter gaze traveled out the see through wall and she stiffened like she'd just watched a damn Godzilla across the road. She looked away at once muttering 'shit. Shit. Shit.'

I started to turn my head, "NO." She hissed, "Don't turn around."

"Okay, but tell me what's scaring the freaking daylights out of you?"

"Rowan."

I need an ear check, "Who?"

"The mad man teaching us economics." she started to bat her eyes, gaze shooting down she fumbled to get nothing from her purse.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"Pretend like we're not talking about him, okay?" she whispered, her bangs were covering most of her eyes.

My face suddenly turned hot, "what is he doing now?"

She leaned onto the table, careful of not pushing the empty plate off the table. "There's a woman with him."

"A woman?"

My head started to spin; all my happy fantasies came crashing down the fantasy pyramid I'd constructed a few days ago.

"Is she pretty?"

"I don't know what your definition of pretty is, but she's a fine looking woman. She’s no Jennifer Aniston. not even close" she paused for a while and continued, "They left the street together." She emphasized the last word.

I acted on impulse and climbed to my feet, picking my bag and slumping it over my shoulder, "I'm going."

"You're going to follow them?"

"Yep."