Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,7

can hurt too. He should hurt.

Taking my jacket, I pull it over to me and grab my bag. “I’m done here. See you next week.”

Not waiting for him to say anything, I rush out of the room as fast as I can.

How will I keep doing this for two and a half more years? And that’s if I manage to keep up with the tempo I’ve had since coming to Blairwood.

“Yasmin, wait!” he calls after me from the kitchen, but I don’t listen.

The door is just in front of me. In a few seconds, I’ll be out, and I won’t have to see him. Well, for a week, at least.

Grabbing the handle, I twist it and open the door, welcoming the chilly January air touching my heated skin.

“Yasmin?”

That is until I see him.

“What are you doing here?”

And now I know I’m screwed.

Chapter Four

NIXON

“Yasmin?” I blink, trying to understand what is happening here, but nope. She’s still here; I didn’t imagine it. “What are you doing here?”

Yasmin is looking at me with those wide, dark eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights. They’re filled with fear and trepidation, her mouth forming a little O in surprise.

I narrow my eyes at her, but before I can say anything a movement behind her catches my attention. I lift my gaze over her shoulder to see Coach approaching. Like Yasmin, he seems surprised to see me standing there, faltering for a moment before he regains his cool, a mask falling over his face.

What is going on here? What the hell is Yasmin, of all people, doing storming out of Coach’s house?

“Nixon, I…”

I look back at her, lifting my brows, waiting to see what kind of explanation she has to give me for all of this.

Coach moves closer, stopping just behind her. He isn’t touching her in any way, but I can feel my jaw tighten at his proximity. The familiarity it implies.

Is there something going on between the two of them?

“Nixon, how can I help you?” Coach finally asks, breaking the silence.

I lift the disc I borrowed from him with two fingers. “I came to return this. I know you like to go over it first thing in the morning.” My eyes go to Yasmin and then return to him. “I probably should have called.”

“You should have,” he agrees, and it only serves to piss me off more.

What is his deal? With Yasmin of all people? Is he… Are they… Is there something going on between them? Isn’t he aware that she’s a student here?

Yasmin finally snaps out of it. “I’ll leave you two be.”

With that, she slips between the two of us.

I watch him watch her leave, his face softening just a bit. Pain, yearning, and something else I’m not sure how to name cross his features. I turn around and catch a glimpse of her car. It was parked a bit down the street so, I didn’t notice it until this very moment.

“Did I interrupt something?” I ask, drawing his attention back to me. I don’t like the way he looks at her. Like he knows something about her nobody else does. Like there is more between them than meets the eyes. Like she’s his.

My hands tighten into fists by my sides, an inexplicable anger brewing inside me. I want to punch him; hell, if he were any other person, I’d probably do it. No questions asked.

“No, it’s fine.” He rubs at his face and sighs, then notices the disc. He takes it from my hand. “Thanks for bringing this, Nixon.”

And with that, I’m dismissed.

Nodding my agreement, I say goodbye and go back to my car. Once the door is closed behind me, I lean against the seat and look at the ceiling.

What just happened?

“Why do you keep glaring at Coach?” Hayden asks as he joins me on the sidelines. He grabs a bottle of water and sprays it straight into his mouth, not even bothering to take off his helmet.

“Do you know what his deal is?”

From the corner of my eyes I can see Hayden’s confused expression. “His deal?” he repeats.

“Yeah. Like what do we know about the guy?” I watch as Coach works on a play with a few of the running backs.

“He’s the coach, what’s there to know?”

Hayden’s right, and if it were any other day, I wouldn’t think twice about it, I wouldn’t even be asking this question in the first place, but I still can’t get what happened last night out of my head. Seeing Yasmin