Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Still, once I reach the right classroom for my American Literature lecture, I basically retreat to the back corner of the room where an empty desk sits. I'm not trying to hide. I’m just…keeping to myself. That’s all. There’s nothing cowardly about that, right? Sitting back here, I can observe other people filtering in from the hallway, teasing each other, flirting…all the stuff I don’t expect in my own life. I have to force myself to stop paying attention to these strangers. They only make me feel bad about myself.
I’ve made up my mind to block them out when an absolutely massive guy walks in. I’m surprised he doesn’t have to duck to make it under the doorframe and he almost has to turn sideways to fit his shoulders through. He doesn’t seem threatening, at least not right on the surface, but there’s something about him that makes me watch his every move just the same.
So when he walks my way, my pulse picks up speed and my palms go slick all of a sudden. From under his lowered brow, his eyes are trained directly on me, too. He’s looking at me like I did something to personally offend him, and I can only gulp loudly once he comes to a dead stop next to me.
Okay, just a little creepy. What did I do to deserve this?
He doesn’t keep me waiting for long. “This is my seat.” He even points to it like I wouldn’t know what he was talking about otherwise.
His seat? It must be the nerves that kept me up half the night, but something about those four words strung together makes a breathless, disbelieving laugh burst out of me before I even know it’s coming. I mean, what is this? Grade school?
It doesn’t take more than a heartbeat to know he’s not kidding. “Sit somewhere else,” he growls in a voice so deep, I swear I feel it vibrating inside me.
On top of that, everybody’s paying attention. I feel them staring, I hear their soft laughter. So much for blending in so no one notices me. I’m too overwhelmed to say a word so I don’t, rushing through getting out of the chair and taking another desk two rows over. My whole body burns with embarrassment by the time I drop into the chair.
He couldn’t have been much more rude if he had tried. And he had to make sure everybody in the room knew how annoyed he was, too, and now they won’t stop looking at me. How about he paints a target on my back while he’s at it?
Who the hell is this guy? What makes him so special that he gets a reserved seat? Why did everybody act like it was some kind of a big deal? Like they were expecting me to get my ass kicked or something. Just my luck, getting on the bad side of a bad guy.
I should be paying attention to the professor, but it’s like there’s an elephant in the room. How am I supposed to ignore him? Especially when he stared down at me so menacingly. When I look his way from the corner of my eye, all I can see are his long legs jutting out from under the desk. Slowly, I turn my head, sizing him up. Even if he’s the sweetest guy in the entire world, which I somehow doubt, there’s no way his build doesn’t work against him when it comes to first impressions. I mean, he’s like a walking building—at least, according to me. I might as well be a toddler next to somebody that big.
Somebody whose head snaps around so he can glare at me just as my gaze lands on his sullen but handsome face.
Shit! And what’s the one way to be sure somebody knows you were looking at them? Looking away all at once.
Which is of course what I do, snapping my head around hard enough to leave a twinge in my neck. I need to forget this guy exists if he’s ever going to do the same for me. I very much want him to do that. Otherwise, he might squash me like a bug, the way he’s looking at me.
Instead of looking at him for the rest of the class, it’s the clock I focus my attention on. I have to get out of here the second class is dismissed. There’s too much risk of the big guy in the back catching me otherwise. I doubt anybody would stand in his way. They might get run over.
Come on, come on. I’m poised, ready to bolt, holding my breath in anticipation by the time I hear the words, “See you all on Wednesday.”
Thank God. I jump out of my chair like it’s on fire—but then, so does everybody else. This is what I get for not taking the desk next to the door. There’s a sea of bodies in front of me before I know it, blocking the way. For one insane moment, I see myself jumping out a window. Anything to get out of here before it’s too late.