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

Nina had been waiting outside of Mr. Masters' office, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, when I stepped out of the office; I found her leaning towards the side of the office door.

"Sexy looking bastard, isn't he?" she asked, her eyes glued to her phone.

"No shit."

"Did you see the look on Dana's face?" Nina snorted, "That bitch gets wet dreams just looking at the professor."

I wasn't one for college gossip, but I wasn't the type to plug my ears either. I was headed towards my English class and yet to figure out why Nina was tailing after me. Uncapping the top of a water bottle, I took a long gulp which is when I heard heavy footsteps closing in on us, I spun around to find Chez jogging towards us. Judging by his not-so-appealing appearance, I figured he had been running laps on the field.

Chez had a goofy grin on his face."Hey.” His eyes left mine and halted over Nina who continued to stare back at him with goo-goo eyes. I watched the silent eye communication between my childhood friend and my new friend, something was going on here like they were bound by a fairy-tale spell.

I snapped my fingers in his face and jabbed an accusing finger in his chest. "You can't keep promises."

"I know you're mad, but I'm sorry. I'd set an alarm and I told Sam to wake me." Chez was great at making excuses.

"Let me guess, your alarm didn't ring and Sam never woke you up."

"Exactly."

Chez wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead revealing a red striped pattern on his right cheek. That had me laughing, "What's that?"

He shrugged, "I tripped in the bathroom and fell."

Yeah. Right. It had to be the floor mat pattern printed on his face, which I was damn sure he fell face flat in the morning while rolling.

"Ahem." Nina cleared her throat as she shifted from one foot to another. "Wondering if you guys thought I was wearing the invisibility cloak."

"Uhm...Chez, this is Nina." He nodded at her. I turned to her, "And Nina, this is Chez Simmons, my childhood best bud."

She took his hand in hers almost forcefully, "Nice meeting you."

"Likewise." He said and turned to me, "so, where are you headed next?"

He grabbed for my bottle, took a long swig, emptying the remaining contents, he dropped the bottle in the nearest trash can with a clank.

"English." I told him, "and I need to get going now. I don't want to be late."

"You're in college, not high school." He reminded me.

"I know, but I don't wanna get in trouble if I'm going to attend classes regularly."

"Whatever." He nodded in distaste, "who teaches you Economics?"

"Mr. Rowan Masters."

He frowned at me, "Mr. Eye candy. You're a goner."

"Why?"

What's up with these people? First Nina said the same thing and now Chez too?

"Rumors, y' know." He leaned closer to my ear, "People talk about how he's been taking advantage of his female students in exchange for grades. You should maintain arm's length with him, do you understand?"

Bitch, please!

"Sure, but I thought he was super nice, and like ultra-sexy. Calvin Klein model type."

"Looks can be deceiving, darling." That was Chez's jealously talking. He slow back walked as he continued, "I need to change and catch up with my Anthropology class, so...I'll see you around."

Spinning around he disappeared down the hall.

Nina was still staring at him. "That was hot or what?"

"Hot? I think not."

"Not your boyfriend, is he?" she asked.

"All yours."

She wiggled her fingers back and forth between herself and me. "We are so totally BFF's from today."

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The classes took almost an eternity to get over; no wonder people start cutting classes and get their names on the blacklist within a year, Duh! Who likes being tortured when you have a choice?

What was even worse was the fact that I would be sticking around for too long. Every Freaking Day, considering the amount of syllabus they had covered when I was not present. A lot would be putting it mildly. It made me want to go hollow man. I found myself begging at all the professors for an extra copy or at least for an available original copy so I could make mine. Exhausting to the maximum.

Here in Carmel, it was like no one cared, back in my previous college in Ridgewell, the professors would hover above us until we had stuff completed and submitted. This university was a major party where studying was a bash.

By the end of the day, I had five extra books in my bag which weren't mine of course. I borrowed them so I could see what I had to keep up with, and then I remembered Mr. Hot shot's afternoon extra classes. I was beyond exhausted but if sitting in his class meant I could check him out for two hours, well, it was worth every damn minute. I could care less if he was reciting nursery rhymes.

I texted Nina and she texted back that we were supposed to go to the mini library and Viola! I found a college campus map, pretty confusing, but neat. Fortunately, it was in the same building, I let out a sigh of relief.

I remembered whining back in Ridgewell about how my previous college was so tiny and wasn't any fun when it came to taking a stroll during breaks.

Boy was I tired now? I totally missed my good ol' school with those good ol' really Old teachers. Well, I stopped being all emotional the minute my eyes zeroed on Mr. Hot-shot-demon-professor with a good heart. He was patiently waiting for the students to take their seats, his lips curled in an irritated pout. I didn't regret getting transferred here one bit.

Mr. Masters remained seated in the middle of a large rectangular wooden table, the numerous chairs beside him were empty, and every chair in the corner was taken. Two of them were sleeping right under his nose. Why even bother attending extra classes when you weren't serious about it, let alone study during the time. I guessed it was all about earning extra brownie points for attending this extra class, so Mr. Sexy wouldn't be able to rub it in their faces for not being serious when actually they were attending by sleeping through the hours. Smart move but not a wise one.