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

Nina broke my trance by waving a hand in my face. Mr. Masters had his nose buried in a large paperback book, swirling the pen on the table, trying to get something to start on the mini projector. He hadn't acknowledged my existence so far.

The session started, so did the epic competition of lusty stare down. Being the desperate bitch that I was I sat right in front of him, if he so much as stretched his hand, there was a likely possibility I'd want to hold it. He was that close. I loved the way he would explain things and elaborate it slowly, making sure everyone understood his point and, like Nina had mentioned earlier, it was clear he didn't take shit from anybody in particular. I wasn't surprised when he hadn't earned a single paper plane during economics class, because apparently, he had earned a bizarre Oscar award for being the best chalk dart thrower.

What's even worse, he never missed a single target.

I jotted down the important points, Nina would point out certain things to me that I hadn't written down, earning a few death glares that had her wither back in her seat, tape-lipped, that's when someone decided to make a grand entry, the door to the library opened.

I squinted my eyes at first for a better vision and I almost bit my tongue when I saw who it was. What did he think he was doing, barging in on a teacher?

Mr. Masters turned to face the intruder, "Yes, Mr. Simmons, Is there anything I can help you with?"

The professor knew Chez. Another Shocker.

Chez didn't take his eyes off me, "Mr. Masters, I'm here to take my friend back to the dorm."

"Well, Chez, are you aware of the fact that barging on a study session is not appropriate behavior?"

"Appropriate behaviors? You're one to talk, Mr. Masters."

Wow, Chez was sure talking wrong to worse turns, what's with the guy's attitude? What did he eat for breakfast?

He went on, "She is my responsibility and we go together."

"She? Who?" Mr. Masters scanned his students.

"Alana."

I detached my butt from the seat reluctantly, "I thought we went through this an hour ago. I need to catch up on things that I have missed for the past six months, Chez. I intend to pass this semester."

"I'll help you with whatever you need to know, now let's go."

"I'll come in an hour when I'm done here, you go first. I'll be fine."

"Seriously?" Chez grimaced, "weren't you the one who kept whining this morning for not accompanying you to your class, what's with the change of attitude?"

Trust me, I know it sounded like a boyfriend-girlfriend conversation, and I'm sure Mr. Masters was getting the wrong idea too because he seemed mad as a bulldog with a caps lock on.

"Both of you," Mr. Masters used that cold-student-threatening tone with us, I flinched. "Take it outside, misbehavior will not be tolerated in my classroom and next time you repeat it, there will be severe consequences."

If that didn't kill me, I don't know what will.

He turned his hot penetrating gaze at me.

I wanted to practically sucker punch Chez for ruining the moment for me, I wanted to stay on the teacher's good side, but I sure as hell knew I already topped his shit list of students. Ranking first.