Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

"May I come in, sir?"

Mr. White glanced up from his laptop, "come inside and have a seat Ms. Hayes."

I walked into the office slowly, and settled into the comfy leather seat. His eyes darted to mine, clicked the computer shut, summoning a cream envelop from one of the drawers, "since I don't like to beat around the bush, I'll get straight to the point. That way, we'll save ourselves from any discomfort."

"Yes, sir."

He studied the white document on the top of his desk, which was urgently in need of a paper weigh, "You joined Carmel last month, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

The corners of his mouth twitched upward, "what did you do in a month, which the rest of the female body couldn't do in the past three years?" clearly, his sense of humor sucked ass.

"Excuse me?"

"Ms Hayes," he clasped his hands together, all traces of humor flew out the window "what you do in your free time or who you choose to hang out with is none of my concern, but if your personal life mingles with my faculty, I have every right to take matters in my own hands, hence, the question. What personal relationship do you share with Mr. Rowan Masters?"

I cleared my throat, "I fancy him, that's what's there to it."

He touched the khaki envelop, and slipped a few pictures out of it. I knew the envelope wasn't for show when he'd retrieved it from the drawers. "They seem to tell a different story, Ms Hayes, take a good look."

I took the pictures with jittery hands, it weighed like a rocks all of a sudden.

I thumbed the edge of the picture and pulled it out; I stared at the pictures in utter horror.

It was a picture of me and Rowan caught up in an intimate embrace. No fucking Photoshop. That made me think which A level bitch took it in the first place. There was also a second picture, in which I held hands with Rowan. Again, it wasn't showcasing any healthy relationship between us, whatsoever. Wow I just issued my ticket to 'doom land'.

"That's me." sure I tried lying at first, but you certainly cannot lie when you've been caught with your hand stuck in the cookie jar. "So am I going to be expelled?"

"That depends on your part of the story, Ms Hayes; I am giving you a chance to speak up now. I am not here to judge you; therefore, you need to specify your circumstances clearly. I need you to tell me what's going on between you two, the truth and not some cooked up story. That might be helpful."

The 'L' word got stuck in my throat, I had a desperate urge to spill my guts, I wanted to tell him I loved Rowan but that would only jeopardize Rowan's job, not to mention, my future. But then again, if I had been bothered about my future I wouldn't be in the dean's office in the first place. I just didn't want Rowan to lose his job for me so I said, "It isn't Mr Master's fault, I was interested in him from day one and that's the reason I asked him to meet me that other day, even though he was on a rejection spree, I kept forcing myself on him so technically it's my mistake."

Mr White's expression told me he wasn't buying it, though he nodded in an 'I-m-a-principle-so-I-hear-all-my-students-problems.' kinda way.

"If that's the case, then you'll have to face severe consequences. You're not supposed to have any kind of forbidden relationship with the faculty Ms Alana Hayes; do you understand this simple thing? It's a taboo."

"I know sir, but I like him and what's done is done. I don't regret it."

"Very well Ms Hayes, I will need to speak with your professor regarding this matter and listen to what he has to say, in the meantime please continue with your regular classes." He pressed the button on the phone, "Grayson, I need Rowan in my office. Urgently."

I started to leave, before I could step out of the office I stopped short, "Mr. White, I have a request."

"I am not sure you're in a position to place any requests at the moment Ms. Hayes, nevertheless, Ask away." The pen in his hand scribbled frantically, jotting down points on how he could ruin my life, I was damn sure.

"Mr. Masters will not be sacked, for this, will he?" I might have forced the idea into his brooding brains.

Bummer!

Mr. White stared into space, let out a long sigh. "I don't hold the power to fire anyone; the order comes directly from the committee. If they decided to fire him and expel you, that'll be the final word though I might be able to do something. We'll see."

"He hasn't done anything to me." I clenched my fingers into a fist.

"I hear you, Ms Hayes. Thank you for your time." He went back to jotting down endless rubbish in a dismissive gesture.

****

I stepped out of the office with a tissue in my hand, I dabbed my eyes with it. Rowan was seated in the plastic waiting chairs. As soon as I approached him, he stood up abruptly. Though I was more than positive he was dead worried, his face appeared to be masked by the usual nonchalance, "looks like it didn't go that well."

"Such a dead giveaway, huh."

"Come here, you."

He cupped my face in his palm, reached for my palm and kissed the centre, "I'll make everything right, baby, I promise."

Rowan Masters had an ability to make everything right by doing one wrong, and that was my huge concern.

"I'll see you later then, get back to class." that said, he left to enter the office with a smiling face, like a soldier who knew he didn't stand a chance in the battle and was all ready to be slain.

I would have taken a picture of that smiling face, if only I knew it was the last time I watched him smile.