Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,19
all along who was coming.
“What is that?” Her voice is icy, but I don’t deserve better.
God, I’ve been a grade-A asshole to her.
“An apology.”
“I’m not interested,” she dismisses me, returning to whatever she’s been working on.
I should probably respect her wishes, tuck my tail between my legs and go. But I can’t.
I don’t care if it makes me a selfish asshole, I just can’t leave knowing I made her cry last night. I can’t leave because that empty brokenness swallowing her dark eyes will haunt me. It already does, and it’s been mere hours.
Seriously, can things get more messed up?
There was something about Yasmin that drew me in from the very first moment I met her, but she dismissed me with one look. That’s all it took for her to see through my shit. I found it endearing that after years of getting everything and everybody I wanted, there was this girl who didn’t give a rat’s ass about me. I couldn’t charm her with my smile, my status on campus or my money. Somebody would probably say that the idea of a chase excited me, but it was more than that.
I wanted her to notice me.
I wanted her to look at me.
I wanted her to get to know me.
The real me.
The guy hiding behind the smile.
So instead of leaving like she asked me to, I slide down into the seat next to her.
Yasmin sucks in a gulp of air, her body going stiff by my side. I don’t dare reach out to touch her since I’m not sure I’d leave with all my fingers intact.
“I’m sorry, Yasmin. Seriously. All the things I said. I—” I rub my hand over my face. My head is still hurting despite the two Advils I took once I got a grip on my queasy stomach.
“Do you seriously think this is the time and place?” she hisses quietly, interrupting me. Those dark eyes of hers pierce mine, a mask of cold and collected fury plastered on her face. “I asked you to leave me alone. After all, you owe me at least that.”
She holds my gaze, hard and unnerving.
“Hey, Yas…” From the corner of my eye I see a girl coming closer. She stops when she sees me. “Am I interrupting something?”
A long, quiet moment passes between us. I’m waiting for… something, but it doesn’t come, so I’m the first to concede.
“No,” I say, getting to my feet. I scan the space, noticing that the classroom has filled up since I got here and that people are looking curiously in our direction. Giving one last glance at Yasmin, I shake my head. “I was just leaving.”
Chapter Nine
YASMIN
“So… what did Mr. Quarterback want?” Heidi asks as she takes her seat, her eyes glued to Nixon’s retreating back.
I’m still fuming with barely suppressed anger. My fingers are wrapped so tightly around the pen in my hand I’m surprised it didn’t snap in two.
Who does he think he is? First, he assumes I’m some kind of whore that’s sleeping her way through college, and then he has the audacity to bring it up in a classroom full of students? Seriously?
The nerve of the man.
“Yas?”
“Huh?” I turn and only then realize Heidi has been talking to me. “What were you saying?”
She gives me a funny look. “Nixon? What did he want?”
“He…” My gaze falls on the coffee sitting on the desk in front of me. I wish I could have poured it over his head. But since he’s thankfully gone, I force myself to pick it up and tip it in her direction. “Came over to bring this as a thank you. For lending him my notes,” I lie since there is no way I’m telling her anything close to the truth.
Her brows rise. “I didn’t think you two knew each other.”
“Hmm… My roommate is dating his friend.”
I take a sip of the coffee, hoping it’ll prevent her from asking for details since I hate lying. The familiar taste of cinnamon spreads over my tongue as the warmth fills my belly.
I pull the cup back a little, and sure enough, it has the familiar Cup It Up logo on it. The smell of cinnamon is so strong I don’t have to bring it all the way to my nose to smell it. Just the way I like it.
How did he know?
“Callie, right?”
“Yup.” I let the P pop to fill in the silence, my thoughts still on that damn coffee.
He probably just asked whoever’s there to make my favorite.