SINS (Completed)

DEJA VUS

I sip my sweet coffee, with extra cream this day, sitting on the front table of the cafeteria. I look down at the information I collected on the company Dexter Corp, that Kayla suggested we invest in. It's a suicide.

I don't understand what went down in her head. I seriously need to talk to Sean about this. Just hours ago, I even tried, but he wouldn't even come out of some head's cabin and then I had to leave for classes.

Thinking of Lily, it's been three days post her breakup, and I'm just trying to give her some time to get over it, or else she'll blast like last time.

She has been watching so much porn for these last three days, says she's having a vicarious rebound because real guys are jerks, that I've started to wish our rooms weren't side by side.

I want chocolate. I rise up, resting my sweater on the chair and securing the papers in my holder, I move up to order a muffin. I stand patiently at the counter as the guy fetches me one. I tap my foot idly, when a movement catches the corner of my eye and I turn on reflex.

Hardin enters with an eye bewitching walk, talking to Trevor and Josh. He is in a navy blue Henley, and his face is etched with lazy fascination about their conversation.

I blink slowly, and my mind drinks in his picture leisurely with aching slowness. He runs his hand through his hair and his eyes move around the room carelessly, until they land on me.

I turn away to look ahead of me.

Hardin had been cheating on you for a whole year.

Lily's words come ringing in my head unbidden and I chug the feeling down my throat hurtfully.

No chances. No redemption. That's the policy.

"Thank you." I take my muffin with the small tray and as I turn, my steps halt midway.

Because that no-good brain dead moron is sitting on my table. What, an inconvenience. I sigh. And he couldn't even make out that it's occupied, with all the paper holder and the sweater. I fume, and start pacing down to my table to get it back, when he spills some coffee on the table and very conveniently takes my sweater gliding it smoothly across the wet surface what the actual hell I'M GONNA KILL HIM.

I march down to the table hurriedly, snatching my sweater from his hand with a jerk, and he looks up at my standing figure.

"You goddammed snakewit, what the living fuck do you think you're doing?"

His eyebrows knit into an inquisitive and shocked scowl as I snarl at him. I can feel the moisture on the fabric, and I can see stains starting to form.

"Where- what is your problem today?" He starts with an absurd interrogative expression but drops it with a sigh.

"What is my problem every other day? You, you are the problem, the grand universal omnipresent problem of my life." I lash out at him while folding my sweater and rubbing it against itself, trying to get it better.

"Tessa, you're going to have to start making sense right now, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I look at him, vexed as he sits back in his chair and drapes his arm on top of it.

"This, is my sweater. You just wiped coffee off my sweater, this is not a mop, it's a personal piece of clothing. You can't just ruin it. And this is my table."

I cross my arms in front of me in a strong stance, my sweater dangling from one of my palms.

Hardin stands up.