legs.
I fall back on my bed, my breathing instantly slowing down to its normal rhythm. Kate sits next to me, her curvy hips touching my thin thigh. A chill runs down my back, and I clear my throat to divert her attention from the reaction of my body.
“Wasn’t he the guy from the party the other night?” Kate asks me in a soothing voice, like she’s trying to not break me or something. When I remember my outburst the other day—when I broke the lamp—I think maybe she’s more afraid of other potential violent outbursts. A hole appears in my belly.
“Yes, he’s a TA in my Psychology class,” I mumble, my eyes on the bare wall. It’s sad to see how my side of the room is so bare, so impersonal. It’s even worse when you take a look at Kate’s side and how much it shows her personality. Well, maybe that’s the thing. I don’t have a personality because mine was ripped from me. Or maybe I never had one to begin with.
“The TA is sexy. You’re interested in him?”
I stiffen. “You can go out with him. I don’t care about him, and maybe then he’ll not be as annoying as he is right now.”
“I won’t go for him, silly. He’s yours.”
I sit up and glare at Kate. She recoils a little, surprised by my reaction. “He’s not mine, okay? I don’t want to date anyone! Even if I wanted to, he’s too ... nosy and so not my type.”
She holds up her hands and smiles softly, not that intimidated by my angriness. “In my opinion, he’s pretty much everybody’s type.”
I shrug. She stands up and turns on the radio. “Sail” by AWOLNATION is playing. I relax a little and think back to what Duke said. Having someone so determined to break through my shield is the most frightening thing I ever experienced. I don’t want him or anybody to see how low my self-esteem is right now. Better to be a cold and distant bitch than a wreck unable to take care of herself. And yet, despite my behavior, I made a new friend and that is the perfect example of how human beings are unpredictable and intimidating. Fascinating, too.
Chapter Three
I’m not eager to go to my Psychology class. Not at all. It’s so weird how much I dread this class when it is also my favorite one. Just because one guy is making my life more difficult, I’d do pretty much anything to trade this class for another one. I step in the big room and cringe when I see a couple of guys from Sean’s frat.
More often than not, I wonder what he told them to have them so eager to give me a hard time as soon as their dull eyes settle on me. Right now, they snicker at me, straighten, and walk over. Well, swagger would be a better word I think.
“Padawan Skywalker.” The taller one salutes me, his mouth half turned up in an amused smile. The other one just nods like an idiot, his long arms without many muscles crossed over his too thin chest.
“Very funny. Don’t you get bored with that shit?” I reply coldly, walking to the closest seat available. I put down my leather bag and take out my laptop, ignoring them even though they follow me, shadowing me so close that my heart beats loudly in my chest. I hate not facing them, it makes me feel weak, but I don’t want to give them any more of my attention. It would only encourage them.
“Be careful, little Skywalker. The Force won’t be happy with your behavior,” the thinner one retorts, laughing like what he has said is the epitome of funny. Really, sometimes I wonder how these people were able to get into college.
“How old are you?” another voice interrupts before I can comeback with something feisty. I look past them and see Duke, taller than both of them, a glare plastered on his face.
“What?” the thin guy says. He is way too lanky even for someone of college age. It’s like he never left the bad period of the early teenage years.
“I’m not surprised you don’t understand a simple
I fall back on my bed, my breathing instantly slowing down to its normal rhythm. Kate sits next to me, her curvy hips touching my thin thigh. A chill runs down my back, and I clear my throat to divert her attention from the reaction of my body.
“Wasn’t he the guy from the party the other night?” Kate asks me in a soothing voice, like she’s trying to not break me or something. When I remember my outburst the other day—when I broke the lamp—I think maybe she’s more afraid of other potential violent outbursts. A hole appears in my belly.
“Yes, he’s a TA in my Psychology class,” I mumble, my eyes on the bare wall. It’s sad to see how my side of the room is so bare, so impersonal. It’s even worse when you take a look at Kate’s side and how much it shows her personality. Well, maybe that’s the thing. I don’t have a personality because mine was ripped from me. Or maybe I never had one to begin with.
“The TA is sexy. You’re interested in him?”
I stiffen. “You can go out with him. I don’t care about him, and maybe then he’ll not be as annoying as he is right now.”
“I won’t go for him, silly. He’s yours.”
I sit up and glare at Kate. She recoils a little, surprised by my reaction. “He’s not mine, okay? I don’t want to date anyone! Even if I wanted to, he’s too ... nosy and so not my type.”
She holds up her hands and smiles softly, not that intimidated by my angriness. “In my opinion, he’s pretty much everybody’s type.”
I shrug. She stands up and turns on the radio. “Sail” by AWOLNATION is playing. I relax a little and think back to what Duke said. Having someone so determined to break through my shield is the most frightening thing I ever experienced. I don’t want him or anybody to see how low my self-esteem is right now. Better to be a cold and distant bitch than a wreck unable to take care of herself. And yet, despite my behavior, I made a new friend and that is the perfect example of how human beings are unpredictable and intimidating. Fascinating, too.
Chapter Three
I’m not eager to go to my Psychology class. Not at all. It’s so weird how much I dread this class when it is also my favorite one. Just because one guy is making my life more difficult, I’d do pretty much anything to trade this class for another one. I step in the big room and cringe when I see a couple of guys from Sean’s frat.
More often than not, I wonder what he told them to have them so eager to give me a hard time as soon as their dull eyes settle on me. Right now, they snicker at me, straighten, and walk over. Well, swagger would be a better word I think.
“Padawan Skywalker.” The taller one salutes me, his mouth half turned up in an amused smile. The other one just nods like an idiot, his long arms without many muscles crossed over his too thin chest.
“Very funny. Don’t you get bored with that shit?” I reply coldly, walking to the closest seat available. I put down my leather bag and take out my laptop, ignoring them even though they follow me, shadowing me so close that my heart beats loudly in my chest. I hate not facing them, it makes me feel weak, but I don’t want to give them any more of my attention. It would only encourage them.
“Be careful, little Skywalker. The Force won’t be happy with your behavior,” the thinner one retorts, laughing like what he has said is the epitome of funny. Really, sometimes I wonder how these people were able to get into college.
“How old are you?” another voice interrupts before I can comeback with something feisty. I look past them and see Duke, taller than both of them, a glare plastered on his face.
“What?” the thin guy says. He is way too lanky even for someone of college age. It’s like he never left the bad period of the early teenage years.
“I’m not surprised you don’t understand a simple
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