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

Forty minutes in, and I wasn't sure what I'd understood so far. As if on cue, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. Relief and disappointment washed over me in equal measures.

The girl from earlier spun to face me, "Do you stay in the dorms?"

I started to jab the books back in my bag, "Yeah I do. You?"

"Me too." she continued, "The elite rooms, huh?"

Yes, the elite. The dorm rooms were classified into two the general rooms where two or more girls shared a room depending on the size while the so-called Elite rooms only allowed one girl per room, so apparently, the girls living in the dorms had named it that, although I refused to think of it otherwise. It had nothing to do with me being snobbish or tantrum-throwing, being the only daughter of a brain surgeon and a lawyer came with a benefit of its kind.

"Yeah." I figured she must live in the general dorm since she dropped the dorm hierarchy discussion and jumped to fast introductions.

"My name's Nina."

I started to open my mouth to tell her mine, when she asked, "You’re Alana, right?"

Right. Of course. She heard the hulk man call me out, who didn't?

I nodded, as she offered me her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Alana."

Numbers, Instagram id's and other communication mediums were exchanged. She was nice enough to offer me to show the next class, which would have saved me the time for navigation. I picked up my bag and crossed the aisle.

Mr. Masters appeared to be busy with putting away things back in his briefcase. He looked up, not making any eye contact, he asked, "Alana, would you mind staying back for a minute?"

Nina looked at me apologetically; she waved her long fingernails at me, mouthing me a see you later. I sat in the desk nearest to the lovely Greek god, drinking him in. His muscles flexed as he began writing in a blue file. He didn’t even look too old.

When most of the class was cleared, and a few nerds walked out after clearing their silly doubts, we were completely alone. The clock ticking, was the only distraction on the depth of silence.

He stood up. "Alana, have you picked the notes from the earlier term?"

"No, sir."

"Figured." I was relieved to see him smile again. "I have a few extra copies of whatever you might have missed from the last term. It's in my office if you'd kindly follow me."

I followed right behind him to his office which was on the same floor towards the end of the hallway. He halted right outside a door that had a nameplate stuck on it that read Rowan Masters. He led me inside. I scanned the office as I stepped in. The office was a cozy one; the huge office desk occupied most of the center space. The sunlight poured from the large windows was suffocating bright, but it highlighted the color of his dark hair. I noticed the devil’s ivy growing with the support of the wall. It felt refreshing and had a Go Green vibe.

"Here it is." he found it and thrust the copy in my hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Masters." He studied me, doing that sexy thing with his eyes again.

I swallowed hard, wishing I could squirm under that table.

I wasn't dismissed yet, the office door was shut tight, couldn't get any better. If he decided he wanted to sexually harass me, I would be glad to oblige. I smiled to myself and the smile quickly faded when I noticed I was still under the hawkeye.

"Are you shocked to find out that I'm your teacher?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Very much. I thought you were a student like me.”

He grinned, almost teasingly, I smiled. "Just so we are clear, I’m not allowed to date my students. I wanted to put it out there because some girls seem to get the wrong idea.”

He was so straight forward, it was unnerving.

"I understand."

It was a shame.

"Good, also I'd like to inform you about the one-hour study group sessions I take during the afternoons every twice a week, for students who have difficulties understanding certain units, and since you're new it occurred to me that you could use some help. So if you're interested, you're welcome to join."

"Oh." It took a while to sink in, "Uh sure, sir. Yeah. I'll be there."

Like Totally.

He smiled in approval.

"So, I've already written my number on the back of your study material copy. Okay? In case you need some help feel free to call me."

"Thanks." My heartbeat was so rapid like it wanted to jump out of my chest.

"Any time," and with that I was dismissed. "Off you go."