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

"I love you, too." I murmured.

"Alana."

"Rowan."

"Alana, wake up."

I fluttered my eyes open and stared into a chubby face. "It's me, Nina." She said.

I could feel the colour rise up my cheeks. I hated this feeling that overwhelmed me; Rowan kept invading my dream world too and on a fucking beach. He felt real, all flesh and bone. My mind seemed to accommodate with the reality that Rowan was not here, but my body? That was an entirely different story.

Nina had tied her dark hair in a French plait. Her baby blue bikini suit fit her perfectly, highlighting her curves which normally went unnoticed. Chez settled beside me, making sure to not wake up the baby sleeping peacefully.

"Who told you I was here?" I asked Nina.

"Duh! Your professor's sexy doppelganger. He called us and asked if we could join you guys at the beach. We couldn't turn down such a kind offer. Speaking of which, where is he?" she scanned the beach from under the heart shaped sun-glasses.

"I don't know, probably conning some tourists into getting laid by playing the widowed single father. He is an egoistic, cocky and an arrogant bastard." I responded taking a sip from the soda can.

"Did I hear someone talk about me?" Dwight interrupted, startling Nina. He carried a blue surf board under his arm, it had large red flames, reminded me so much of a bag of cheetos. "Those were some killer adjectives, Alana."

I'm sure Nina's eyes were bulging out from under those sun-glasses, they were black but transparent. The Master boys were an eye-candy, always have been. Dwight handed us a tray of chilled margaritas, the dazzling smile was working wonders on my friend. She hadn't blinked. Not once.

Dwight's gaze travelled to Nina and Chez, "Thanks for coming."

Chez was too busy reading the back cover of the novel. That moron needed to cut the doucheness.

Dwight caught the whiff of the awkward air since he said, "Uh..I'm gonna go do some surfing."

He turned to go when I saw another man, probably similar to Dwight's age with identical yummy surfboard abs, stood a few steps away, also with a surf board. He caught my eye and waved.

"Can I come too?" Nina climbed to her feet without waiting for Dwight to respond. "I'd love to learn how to surf..I've always wanted to, you know. Will you please teach me, Mr Masters?"

Dwight's brows twitched upward, he looked from Chez to Nina and back at me, then turned to Nina and said. "Of course, sweetness and please call me Dwight. Don't be a stranger."

A loud crunching noise forced us all to turn our head towards Chez, he had squeezed the life out of the soda can.

The little inner circle game of three was on. Nina was looking for attention in hopes of making Chez jealous which was working in her favour. Dwight was just playing the game and going with the flow and Chez, well, he was taking the bait.

Dwight inched a little more close to Nina, I thought he was going to kiss her or something but he didn't, instead he said in his best huskiest voice, "I don't know which is prettier today, the water, the sky or your eyes."

Nina giggled lightly, and I swear I noticed a few butterflies flutter around her.

Chez snorted behind me. "That's the nuttiest, most cliché pick-up like I've ever heard."

Poor Chez.

We watched as the two made their way towards the waves, Dwight had lightly put a hand on her back. Chez was just sulking for the most part when Dwight began teaching Nina how to surf, before we knew it, the two had drifted away a little further with the waves. I still heard her giggles from down there.

"What does she want from me?" Chez asked.

"Commitment." I answered without sugar coating.

"What?"

"Give her that and she is all yours."

Chez was on mute after that, sulking and talking about nothing in particular. An hour later the two arrived, Nina had her arm interlocked with Dwight's arm and the two were just walking on soft sand, they hardly noticed us. I was guessing it to be a Dwight constructed strategy.

By the crack of sunset, we'd all packed our stuff, Dwight and Nina piled into the BMW while I, Chez and Minnie rode in Chez's mustang. I had to tolerate with the smoke and the flames from the driver's side. My luggage was already packed in the morning so upon reaching the house, I only loaded it in Chez's car and told them I needed to change while Nina and Chez got a quick tour of the house along with a quick shower. The two were tempted to stay when words like 'Hot tub' and 'private movie theatre' were thrown at them courtesy of Dwight Masters but they refused to get lured into the trap.

When it was time for good-bye, Minnie broke into tears which made the good-bye all the more difficult. I promised her to come next week. We rode in silence all the way to Carmel; the radio was doing a good job where distraction was concerned. Nina was in the back seat, an outcome of her flirtatious evening with Mr Surfboard abs.

Chez dropped us near the Girls dorms and told Nina that we needed to talk in private. I wasn't sure what this was about, but clearly Nina did. She smiled and walked through the gates with a smile plastered on her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

Chez reached for the glove compartment, summoned a thin glittery envelope out and handed it to me.

I stared at the envelope in confusion.

"Consider it as an early birthday gift from Nina and me."

I laughed. "My birthday is like six months away. What's going on, Chez?"

"Just open it, Alana. Your questions drive me crazy sometimes."

I pouted and tore open the envelope. The contents of the glittery envelope rendered me speechless. This was too much. I couldn't take this. Not something so expensive when I knew Chez was saving up to go to Art college later. This was insane, my friend had gone nuts.