From Yesterday

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Author: Miriam Epstein
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it's so far from home. I don't know anyone. Maybe another time?"
    I feel guilty. I know what it's like to be far away from everyone you love, even if it was by choice. I nod my head even though I doubt it will ever happen. "Definitely."
    I'm really on a roll with this lying thing. Elyse follows me to the door and holds it open for me.
    "It was nice meeting you, Paige. Knock on my door anytime."
    "Likewise, Elyse."
    That makes two people that I have spoken to in one day for something other than a necessity. If I wasn't still so shaken by the love note in my bathroom, I would almost feel human again.
    I take the elevator to the third floor and head into the parking garage. Though I prefer to walk, this is Miami and public transportation is a joke here. I bought an Acura MDX when I moved here. It is the same car Nicole used to drive.
    The Starbucks on Biscayne and 190th street is unusually quiet for a late afternoon, but I'm thrilled by this because I'll actually have a place to sit. I choose an overstuffed armchair near the restrooms. People don't like to sit close to bathrooms, but I don't care. I pull out my iPad and load the school's online course web page. I take as many courses on the web based service as possible because I'm self-motivated enough to get my work done without someone telling me to and I really enjoy sleeping late. I took an 8 am class the first semester of Freshman year and I got a C simply because I slept through it so many times my professor lowered my grade. Never again.
    I'm taking one of those lame syllabus quizzes that you have to do just so your instructor knows you logged on, when I see a shadow fall across my lap.
    A male voice. "Mind if I sit?"
    Without bothering to look up I tell him, "Yes. I mind."
    "Be careful, Paige. I might start to think you don't like me."
    My head snaps up. Of course it's Brady that is standing over me. My day gets better and better. "I don't know you well enough to dislike you, Brady. I just really like to study alone."
    He sits in the chair next to mine, regardless of my obvious discomfort. His position is legs open and he leans towards me with his elbows resting on his thighs, macho-style, yet there is a quiet grace in the way he carries himself. It does not go unnoticed. I think that if I had not allowed myself to become an embittered version of me that I would like him. I can respect a person that will take my insufferable attitude and not only brush it off, but volley it right back at me in a manner that both disarms and excites. Also, he is damned attractive. Dark blond hair and blue eyes are a deadly combination. "I'm willing to bet that, if you give it some time, you'll take at least three or four weeks before you decide to dislike me."
    There is undisguised mischief in his voice. If I didn't know better, I might think he is flirting with me.
    Except I don't know any better. I prove this by standing up so quickly that my knees smack into the end table where my coffee is resting. Was resting. One second the cup is upright and the next it is not. I watch the still hot liquid cascade over the side of the table and deposit itself directly in the lap of one annoying and extremely good looking male.
    Embarrassment fights its way to the surface but I stuff it back down. Show no weakness.
    Brady is quite good at hiding his own feelings, because that could not have felt good. Yet he says nothing. Nothing turns quickly into disbelief as I snatch my things and force a smirk onto my lips.
    "You're just going to leave me like this?" he asks.
    "Of course not," I tell him. "I'm not a total bitch."
    I toss a few napkins in his direction and I'm gone before he can see my face turn red.

CHAPTER FOUR

    I only have classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday so I don't have to see Brady today. I'm definitely feeling a lot of guilt over the way I've treated him when it seems like he is just a nice person. It just isn't a good idea for me to have people try and get to know me. It's bad

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