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

Dwight laughed, "Bad liar should be your middle name."

"This place is wonderful." I nibbled onto the sandwich ignoring his comment.

"I've been hanging out here for the past ten years." He dug his hand back in the basket and pulled out a Budweiser can, "beer?"

One sip wouldn't hurt right? I took a swig and handed the can back to him. I settled beside him on the trunk, "I'm kinda wondering since you never talk about yourself, not that Rowan is very keen on discussing about his family. Do you have a girlfriend?"

It looked to me like he was dazed. Of course he would be, I had just tried to pry into his personal territory. How very ludicrous of me. I quickly added, "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it."

"It's complicated." He smiled before turning back to the lake, "I've been in love with her for as long as I remember. Katelyn is my secretary."

I gaped at him, "Have you told her about your feelings?"

"Ask me how many times have I haven't." He paused for a second, "I've tried everything, she keeps turning me down by saying she can't be in a relationship with her boss moreover she even told me one day that she doesn't want to be with a man who has screwed half the chicks in the office."

"Have you?"

Dwight downed the remains of the can, "Of course but half the woman in the office would be over-stating it. Those women throw themselves at me. I'm just glad to oblige to their desires, no strings attached and Katelyn has watched me closely."

I started to say something, but he raised a finger, "let me finish, Alana. I let those other women have me because I can't have the only person I want. Those girls mean nothing to me. It's reverse psychology. I watch her feeling dejected every time I walk out with a woman but it's not like I can do anything. I don't know how to convince her, I don't know how to be all emotional about it."

"Then what do you know?"

"I know how to make a woman come."

"Dwight!" I warned him but couldn't stop myself from cracking up. The laughter died down after a few seconds.

"So.... are we friends now, Alana?"

"Yeah. We always were." I didn't remember the last time I laughed so much. "I might be able to give you some advice on how to woo a girl. First, you need to stop hitting off with random women. Persuade her by being nice. Make her feel special; tell her how much you've loved her for the past years. I'm sure she'll give you one chance."

Dwight gave me a genuine smile, one that wasn't flirty or cocky, "Thanks, Alana."

"And you should bring her here. Set up a nice table. It'll be downright romantic and she would be a rock if she wouldn't be impressed by it." I took a gulp from his third beer can.

"You think it's romantic now?" Damn! He was so quick with teasing me.

"It would be if Rowan was here instead of you."

Dwight puckered his lips in a playful pout. I chuckled, "You're thirty and that makes you too old to pull off that pout."

"Well, I think old men are like wine. The older, the better." Dwight cracked.

"Gross."

Our battle of witty word-play continued until the sun set and for the first time in weeks, I found myself enjoying with Dwight. I didn't need to put on the show of make-believe for him nor did he judge me as someone who tuned into Loony tv most often which put me into a more comfortable zone. I couldn't be happier about the weather. I knew we had to go packing if there was a rainfall. We watched the orange sun go down and the darkness enlightening the lake which glistened like there were polished pearls twirling with the waves.

"Should we get going?" Dwight climbed to his feet, brushing the mud off his denims. He offered me his hand.

I nodded as I slipped mine in his. The thought of going back to the dorms depressed me. I told Dwight that I was glad he brought me here and that I wanted to come back again. We had walked a good distance since the clearing when little droplets of rain poured down in full swing. Dwight seized for my hand as we charged towards the car. I dived into the car the second we reached. Dwight pushed the car into drive and pulled away on the road. I insisted upon being dropped off back to the dorms but he was even more potent about having dinner first. Greasy fat burgers were appealing to me so Dwight bought me a fat meal with onion rings and a mega large coke. It was much better than one of his choices that included some very expensive restaurants. When we reached the University campus, I had already polished off half of my meal.

"Thanks for today, Dwight." I said sincerely. "I really had alot of fun. I can't tell you how much I needed this...change."

"Thanks for giving me a chance. You're quite a cheap date so don't sweat it." He cracked pointing towards the greasy meal I was holding.

"It's alright because you said that to me but next time you're gonna take your girl on a real date. Hold your fucking tongue if you don't want to be beaten to pulp with a size thirty-six."

"Got it! I'll keep that in mind." Dwight agreed.

"I'm not sure I want to use Rowan's car."

"Trust me, you do." Dwight fidgeted with the touch screen, the car filled with another song.

"I'll let you know about that proposal you made about going to your house for the weekend."

"Please."

I thanked him once again as I got off his car but when I entered my dorm room, the memories began flooding back in. A change had been good but not good enough to wipe the previous week. I gobbled down the remaining of the food and tucked myself in. This time, I was grateful about not having bad dreams. I didn't even wake up screaming or crying that night which was a major improvement.