Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,123
more but she didn’t want to listen. Some bullshit about needing to be fair. How is it fair that one of the best students in the whole class is freaking failing? How? So I told her to screw it. If you’re not getting a second chance I don’t want mine either.” I chuckle humorlessly. “Although honestly speaking, maybe that’s my way of making sure that if you ditch my sorry ass now, I force you into seeing me next year too because I’m not giving up on you, on us.”
Seriously, I thought Dr. Stevens would have an apoplexy or some shit when I told her. She tried to reason with me, but I didn’t want to listen. I even went as far as threatening to break her laptop if she didn’t delete my late email submission. If she didn’t want to give Yasmin a second chance, I didn’t want mine either.
“You did what?”
My whole body stiffens when I hear her voice, loud and clear and coming from… behind me?
Slowly I turn around and come face to face with Yasmin standing in the middle of the hallway. Her big dark eyes are looking at me as if I’ve gone mad, two bags hanging in her hands by her sides.
I blink, and then blink once again. But it’s her. “What are you doing here?”
She was supposed to be in the room. The light…
The door opens behind me.
“Great, you’re here. Now I can finally go, so I don’t have to listen to his sappy ass any longer.” Callie shakes her head as she walks around me.
What the hell just happened?
YASMIN
What is he talking about?
If you’re not getting a second chance I don’t want mine either.
What second chance? What is going on? Why is he here?
My heart is galloping a hundred miles a minute, and it feels as if it’ll burst out of my chest.
Callie comes to me, leaving the door to our room wide open. Grabbing one of the bags out of my hand, she gives me a quick hug.
“Give the guy a chance? He’s been pouring out his soul to that stupid door for the past ten minutes.”
“Why didn’t you stop him?” I ask, turning to look at her. Maybe if I ignore Nixon he’ll disappear, and I won’t have to deal with all of this yet. Or ever.
Her blue eyes shine with mischief. “Oh, he deserves a little grief for what he did. Besides, it was fun.”
“Pouring ice water over him wasn’t enough?”
After Mom and Grace left, and I walked around mindlessly for a while, I decided to stop being a coward and called Callie. I asked her to meet me in the dorm, and when she came, I finally confessed everything. My reason for coming to Blairwood, who my father is, what happened with Nixon. Every. Single. Thing.
I expected her to be mad at me for keeping it a secret for so long, but as she pointed out, all things happen for a reason, you just have to wait long enough to figure it out.
“Not even close.”
“I love you, Callie.”
“Right back atcha, Yas.” Callie pulls me in for another hug, her lips brushing against my ear. “Give him hell, but think about taking him back? He’s like a lost puppy, making a mess of things, but deep down, he isn’t a bad guy.”
“I—” I lick my dry lips. “I’ll think about it.”
I wasn’t sure I could take more heartbreak. And heartbreak is Nixon Cole’s middle name.
“Good.” She pulls back. “Call if you need me. I’ll be back.”
I nod, and watch her leave. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turn back and face him.
My darkness.
My heartbreak.
My love.
The man who stole my heart and then broke it into pieces.
Seeing him sober in the light of day is like a punch to my gut. My heart aches with the need for him to come and wrap me in his arms and tell me everything will be all right. But my heart is a sucker for punishment, and my brain is done with taking the punches.
A couple of girls come up the stairs, giggling obnoxiously loudly. They stop in their tracks when they see us, giving us curious glances. Well, giving Nixon curious glances. It’s like I don’t exist.
Clearing my throat, I wrap my arms around myself. “We can talk inside,” I say, tipping my chin toward the room.
Nixon runs his finger through his hair. He looks tired, the bags under his eyes still as prominent as they were the day of his