asshole she was currently dating broke her heart, and she came running to me to cheer her up. The funny thing was that I was the worst person to go to when you needed to be comforted. Weepy and upset people made me uncomfortable--so uncomfortable that I’d rather have a root canal, minus the freezing, than to be the shoulder to lean on. But for some reason, unbeknownst to me, Vanessa kept coming to me for support. Maybe she was as fucked up as she claimed me to be.
I sighed. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
~*~ TT ~*~
“Well, darn. Where’s the book? Was supposed to be right here.” I examined the entire shelf, and the book I needed wasn’t there. The computer said the school library had one in. I was about to head back to the librarian to see if she could track it down when I noticed a two-inch gap between two books.
It’s somewhere in the library. With somebody. Well, double crap.
Most people would come back later and hope for the best. Not me. I wasn’t someone who gave up easily. There was only one thing I could do – find the person who had it. The essay wasn’t due for two weeks, but I preferred to get things out of the way, and I needed that book in particular as a reference. I planned on having it written and passed in by Friday. Walking to the end of the book stack, I planted my hands on my hips and took a moment to formulate a plan.
I’d start with the individual cubicles upstairs and then work my way back downstairs to the group tables. If it was in the library, then by God I’d find it. Once upstairs, I proceeded left down another stack of books. This library was like a giant labyrinth of stack and aisles. As I neared the end, my mobile phone began to buzz in the pocket of my red, fitted, leather jacket. Pulling it out, I looked down at the screen.
MOM
I groaned inwardly. I really didn’t want to talk to her right now. Since my father’s murder a little over four years ago, she’d been a basket case. It was impossible to have a conversation with her without her breaking down in tears, reminiscing on all the good times she had with my father and asking me why God felt he needed my father so soon. How in the hell should I know? Even if I believed in heaven and hell and all that stuff, which I didn’t, I still wouldn’t have a clue.
Dismissing the call, I was in the process of shoving the phone back into my bag when I collided with what felt like a solid wall. I yelped in surprise as I lost my balance, stumbled and began what seemed like a slow motion tumble backwards. Just as I braced myself for the impact of hitting the floor, a pair of strong arms encircled me, and I was pulled up tight against the very thing that caused my near fall.
“You okay?” a deep male voice asked.
“Yeah, fine. Nothing hurt.”
But my pride , I silently added, looking up to see who it was I collided with and was surprised to see it was the guy from my first class--Kyle, I believe it was. Our gazes locked, my dark eyes on his icy blue ones as I lingered in his arms a moment. Taking a deep breath in, I inhaled the intoxicating scent of his aftershave. It was a woodsy scent with a spicy undertone. It was nice, and it made me want to stay in his arms, but I didn’t. Pushing lightly at his chest, I reluctantly removed myself from his embrace.
“Hey, aren’t you in my Human Sexuality course?” he asked taking a step back, crossed one ankle casually over the other, and leaned against the book stack.
“I’m in that class.”
“Thought so. Listen, since I missed last week, I need to catch up on last week’s notes. Don’t suppose I could bum those off of you?”
I looked down the length of his body and immediately spotted the one thing I’d been seeking, the book I needed for my essay. Chewing at my lower lip, I gave him a smile I reserved for men I was trying to charm and nodded. “Depends.”
He cocked a brow up at me and
I sighed. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
~*~ TT ~*~
“Well, darn. Where’s the book? Was supposed to be right here.” I examined the entire shelf, and the book I needed wasn’t there. The computer said the school library had one in. I was about to head back to the librarian to see if she could track it down when I noticed a two-inch gap between two books.
It’s somewhere in the library. With somebody. Well, double crap.
Most people would come back later and hope for the best. Not me. I wasn’t someone who gave up easily. There was only one thing I could do – find the person who had it. The essay wasn’t due for two weeks, but I preferred to get things out of the way, and I needed that book in particular as a reference. I planned on having it written and passed in by Friday. Walking to the end of the book stack, I planted my hands on my hips and took a moment to formulate a plan.
I’d start with the individual cubicles upstairs and then work my way back downstairs to the group tables. If it was in the library, then by God I’d find it. Once upstairs, I proceeded left down another stack of books. This library was like a giant labyrinth of stack and aisles. As I neared the end, my mobile phone began to buzz in the pocket of my red, fitted, leather jacket. Pulling it out, I looked down at the screen.
MOM
I groaned inwardly. I really didn’t want to talk to her right now. Since my father’s murder a little over four years ago, she’d been a basket case. It was impossible to have a conversation with her without her breaking down in tears, reminiscing on all the good times she had with my father and asking me why God felt he needed my father so soon. How in the hell should I know? Even if I believed in heaven and hell and all that stuff, which I didn’t, I still wouldn’t have a clue.
Dismissing the call, I was in the process of shoving the phone back into my bag when I collided with what felt like a solid wall. I yelped in surprise as I lost my balance, stumbled and began what seemed like a slow motion tumble backwards. Just as I braced myself for the impact of hitting the floor, a pair of strong arms encircled me, and I was pulled up tight against the very thing that caused my near fall.
“You okay?” a deep male voice asked.
“Yeah, fine. Nothing hurt.”
But my pride , I silently added, looking up to see who it was I collided with and was surprised to see it was the guy from my first class--Kyle, I believe it was. Our gazes locked, my dark eyes on his icy blue ones as I lingered in his arms a moment. Taking a deep breath in, I inhaled the intoxicating scent of his aftershave. It was a woodsy scent with a spicy undertone. It was nice, and it made me want to stay in his arms, but I didn’t. Pushing lightly at his chest, I reluctantly removed myself from his embrace.
“Hey, aren’t you in my Human Sexuality course?” he asked taking a step back, crossed one ankle casually over the other, and leaned against the book stack.
“I’m in that class.”
“Thought so. Listen, since I missed last week, I need to catch up on last week’s notes. Don’t suppose I could bum those off of you?”
I looked down the length of his body and immediately spotted the one thing I’d been seeking, the book I needed for my essay. Chewing at my lower lip, I gave him a smile I reserved for men I was trying to charm and nodded. “Depends.”
He cocked a brow up at me and
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