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

That was meant to piss him off but there was a likely possibility of being ripped to shreds by the woman sitting next to me. I watched from the corner of my eye and caught Alana grimacing, she bit her lip with what I could only assume was jealously.

Please don't be mad.

"Felicia McHugh."

I tried to recall that name and I did remember her. Felicia was an ex-student, passed out of Carmel two years ago, there was no way in hell Chez even knew her, so where the fuck does he even get that stinky info, I was gonna act daddy cool, "Yes, I do remember her, Felicia. What of her?"

"You guys were an item back then."

Alana seemed close to stabbing me or Chez with a fork, I had to come up with something fast. What kind of joy did he find by hurting his own friend? This guy wasn't going to give up until he'd fucked up my life real good; I needed to play discreet, "We weren't an item. Felicia just met me once in a party and she was too drunk and as a teacher it was my duty to see to it that she made it home safely. I dropped her home. You should check with your sources before asking me, Chez, because it clearly lacks originality."

These were practically kids to me. I'd come across worse than this. Who did Chez think he was?

"Felicia was one of the three?" turns out Chez wasn't backing down. He was going to make sure Alana dug up my grave and buried me alive, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a funeral speech ready.

"No, she wasn't. You expect me to be a saint? Those were merely flings; you could hardly call that being an item. You agree with me, Alana?"

I squeezed her hand beneath the table.

Come on, play the game.

"Yeah, Rowan was a major player back then and I'm not here to discuss ex-girlfriends and flings." she said nonchalantly, flipping through the menu card, I didn't miss the sarcasm there, "hey how about we order a large margarita pizza and a chicken fajitas pizza with cheese calzone?"

We placed our order and within a few minutes, the hot pizzas were served with mouth watering side dishes of Calzone. Minnie began picking on the cheese, "Minnie, you're eating the entire slice, stop jabbing it with the fork. Alana's friends are gonna laugh at you and call you a loser."

"dey are the Looousers." She shot back.

Yeah, that was my daughter.

"That's bad manners Minnie, you don't say like that."

She turned to Chez, plastered a smile and said, "Shorry."

"Oh God. She's so cute." Nina cooed, taking a sip of her soda.

"Daddy, who iz the fat girl?" Minnie pointed her fork at Nina.

I knew I'd be dead by the end of the day but didn't think it would be so soon.

"Minnie, where are your manners? Apologize to her. She's not fat."

She turned to Nina and said, "Shorry."

Before I knew it, I began to enjoy their company and started to blend slowly into their conversations. Chez started to let me loose. Hanging out with them wasn't so bad after all; maybe it was just my crazy paranoia. My insecurities always used to get the better of me, forcing me to make the wrong decisions, forcing me to think what is impossible but for once, I was letting my heart do the job where decisions were concerned. I sneaked a glance at Alana, who seemed to be enjoying herself-she laughed at a lame joke Nina had cracked, a soft ringing laughter that I could record and keep listening to all day. She pushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear and caught me staring.

"What?" she seemed amused by the fact that she'd caught me staring.

She hadn't a Damn clue what she did to me.

"I love you." I simply said to her, she punched me playfully-her cheeks turning crimson.

The angel walked into my life two and a half months ago, disguised as a normal girl but she'd done a great job of putting her hand right through my chest and pulling my heart out, claiming it as her own, the only girl who was determined to tame the beast that was me, giving everything and not asking anything in return, filling my never ending gray life with vivid colours. I wanted to be the guy she'd be proud of and I was still working on it.

"Mr Masters."

I glanced up to see who had interrupted my thoughts, and found myself staring into pools of gray. Helena, my ex-student and supposedly the sleazy hoe ranking first in C.U, approached our table with her crew. She wore a very tight short dress, almost squeezing the life out of her assets, screaming for attention.

"Hi" I had lost count as to how many times she'd offered to accompany me home, I'd flat out denied which obviously didn't stop her from whoring the remaining Carmel body, I faked a smile. "How are you doing, Helena?"

Helena beamed at me, doing that flirtatious thing with her eyes again, "I'm doing good, Thank you" her face turned sour once it took halt on Alana, "but it doesn't look like you're doing too well."

"Why don't you speak for yourself, bitch?" Alana shot back.

"Please. I'm not even talking to you," Helena's mouth was set in an annoyed line, she turned to me, "So Mr Masters, I was wondering if you could, y'know tutor me privately for economics? I could really use some help."

Disgusting. Did these girls have zero self- dignity?

"I never took private tuitions during my time in Carmel, Helena, and just so you know, I don't plan on taking them in future but ofcourse I could always help you by asking my colleagues." 

"Sir but.."

"Don't waste your breath. That's just his polite way of telling you to fuck off. Why don't you take a hint?" Alana snapped at her.

My brave Girl. Always there for my rescue.

She continued, "Besides he's not gonna fall for your bobby trap, no pun intended."

Nina snorted, Chez joined in and I couldn't keep a straight face any longer. Horrified and unable to come up with a smart come back, Helena spun around and trotted back to her crew. I put a hand around Alana, and squeezed her shoulders, "Did I mention that you're my knight in the shining armour?"