Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Opening the door, I get ready to deliver a quick apology to whatever nerd I’m about to meet. My lips part and my mouth opens, but instead of words, nothing comes out. It’s like someone has shoved cotton in my mouth.
On the other side of that door is the girl who made me the laughing stock of my friends. I’m a joke now. Every time someone sees me, they burst into laughter, remembering how I got a beer poured on my head at a party and turned down by a girl that they now call ice queen.
Blair Jensen.
She lifts her head, tossing mousy brown hair over her shoulder, and her big blue eyes flick to mine. I know the instant recognition takes place because her delicate facial features go from annoyed to angry as soon as she realizes who she is supposed to tutor.
“We meet again. Told you, you’d regret dumping a beer on my head.” I force a dimpled grin onto my face. She looks even more beautiful today than she did that night.
“Fancy seeing you here, nerdy virgin,” I teased.
“You’re late.” She points out the obvious, gritting her teeth, letting me know that my pet name for her is irritating.
Using her index finger, she pushes her black-rimmed glasses up her button nose. I stare, studying her for a long moment. The first time we met was outside, in the dimly lit backyard of the frat house. I could barely see her face, but I could make out the outline of her body just fine, and that’s what initially drew me in. She was hiding something beneath that thick sweatshirt. It was nothing special, nothing like the dresses, skirts, and clothes the other girls wore, and I think that’s what captured my attention and continues to because she’s nothing like what I expected her to be.
The bright overhead lights make it easy for me to drink her in. I can really see her now—see the creamy smooth skin of her blemish-free heart-shaped face.
She isn’t wearing a drop of makeup, she’s pure, clean, radiant. Her pink lips form into the perfect pout without an ounce of effort. Fuck me. Too bad she hates my guts. I’m not one-hundred-percent certain she hates them, but it’s close enough.
Fuck, something inside me wants to reach out to her, grab her and shake her. I wonder if she realizes how attractive she is. My guess is no, but I kind of want to be the guy to show her how beautiful she is. Too bad, she’d rather stab me in the eye with a fork.
“Sorry,” I mumble and head to the other side of the table. I don’t apologize often, but I do today because I really need her help. “Really, I’m sorry. I was on my way over and…”
“No, you’re not,” she snaps, shutting the book in front of her and interrupting me before I can finish what I wanted to say.
“Yes, I really am. I didn’t mean to be late, in fact, I was just outside the library,” I growl.
These last two weeks have been a bitch, and partly because of the dark temptress in front of me. Without looking at me, she starts packing up her stuff, shoving her books in her backpack like she has someplace to be. Panic starts to rise up inside of me. Shit!
Is she leaving?
“What are you doing?” I ask, gripping the edge of the table to center myself.
“I’m leaving,” she huffs, tossing her brown locks over her shoulder.
“But I’m here now. We still have like an hour to study.”
“Good for you, but late is late, and I don’t work with people that don’t take my time seriously,” she scolds, and suddenly, it feels like I’m a child all over again, being reprimanded for something that I did but didn’t do good enough.
“Jesus, do you have to be such a bitch all the time?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I’m many things, but I do my best not to be an asshole. The night we first met, I was simply poking fun, not trying to hurt her feelings, but obviously, I poked deeper than I realized.
She pauses briefly, just long enough to give me a death glare, before tossing her bag over her shoulder. “Maybe next time, you’ll be less of an asshole and get here on time, and then I won’t be such a bitch.”
And with that, she storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Fuck my life.
I briefly entertain the thought of running after her, girls love that kind of shit. Well, normal girls. Of course, Blair is nothing like the girls I usually deal with. So, I haven’t the faintest clue about how to handle her. If I chase after her, she’d probably call campus police, and then I’d have a whole other can of worms to deal with, and damn it, I do not need any more attention put on me.