that.” My eyes swept over his body in a
dismissive manner as I walked away.
Seconds later I heard him grunt, “Such a…” He held his tongue. Good thing he
did. If I’d heard the word I probably would’ve spun on my heels and
bitch-slapped the hell out of Tobias in front of everyone.
That was the main reason why I hated parties, high school or college. Because
whenever I’d be approached by a guy all the girls wanted, there had to be
something wrong with me for turning him down.
I decided to leave the party early, storming out while Vanessa stayed behind
with Calvin. I was too irritated to stay in the same vicinity as Tobias at the
moment, and I needed air to calm myself down before the drive home to Berlin
Heights.
CHAPTER SIX
Branden
There was no way I’d make it to the party after my session earlier in
the day. It was all very intense; especially with my mother there voicing her
opinion and overlooking mine. Because of that, I decided to spend the weekend
in the dorm and avoid going home, only to elude the misery.
Walking from the parking lot after getting back on campus, I spotted Moya
hurrying down the path toward me. As pissed off as she seemed, I still couldn’t
prevent myself from checking her out. Those jeans certainly complimented her
sexy curves. And wow, her beautiful and shiny curls bounced with every
conquering step she took.
Storming right by me as if I was invisible, I grabbed her hand gently to slow
her down. Moya twisted with irritation then relaxed her face a bit seeing it
was me.
“Hey, are you all right?” I asked.
Moya wrung her hand out of my grasp as she retorted, “I’m fine, just sick of
stupidity.”
I felt concerned. “Did something happen at the party?”
Shaking her head, Moya let out a long breath. “It’s this idiot…uh…why am I
talking to you, anyway.” She concluded bitterly. “You’re all the same.”
I followed behind as Moya continued down the path. “Are you heading for your
car? I’ll go with you. Moya, you shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” I
advised.
“Ha, I can take care of myself. Save that nonsense for some other girl who’s
easily impressed.”
“Why are you so angry?” I finally asked.
She froze in her tracks.
Moya took a moment then turned to face me. Her eyes narrowed in rage as she
walked back. “I am not angry! Why does everybody say that because I refuse to
let any guy take advantage of me?” She pointed a finger at me as she continued,
“Don’t say you’re one of the exceptions because I notice you checking out my
body every single time we come in contact. So, I’m pretty sure you’re not
interested in really getting to know me.”
She folded her arms abruptly as her chest heaved, waiting for me to say
something in defense. It was as if she lived life in that way, always wanting
to put up a fight and never surrender, even if there was no battle to begin with.
I lowered my head, exasperated, not toward Moya, because of the sickening pain
starting to rip me apart from inside my chest.
“What’s the matter, Branden, nothing to say?” She asked sarcastically while
tapping her foot.
There wasn’t much I could say when I was so focused on hiding my discomfort.
Without looking up into her lovely brown eyes, I whispered, “I’m sorry…I have
to go.”
Pressing my hand against my chest as the agony intensified, I swiveled and
walked away slowly.
Moya followed closely behind. “Are you okay?” she asked in a worried tone. It
surprised me.
“Yeah,” My voice was straining for dignity.
Moya fell in stride beside me, inspecting my body. “You don’t look okay. You’re
barely moving.”
I didn’t have the strength to try and persuade her, so I kept walking up the
path toward my dorm in silence. To my amazement, Moya continued along with me,
not uttering another word.
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