Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Sorry...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
I'm sorry, stop!
I didn't mean to...
Seth's voice haunts my dreams. But he speaks words that are not his own. I think I'm losing my mind. He left yesterday and that's what I wanted but...he was so angry and sorry at the same time that I felt guilty. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings or call him a pervert. I just panicked when I saw Charly. And then how was I supposed to react? Hi Charly, thanks for the drinks. Being tied up made me hungry? No, right? Besides, I still haven't talked to him since. The night is over. It was supposed to help me, but the only idea that came to me was to leave. Leaving the country, that's extreme...
But I don't have any choice anymore. I can't even make it to class this morning. I can't face Seth or Charly. It makes me sick to my stomach. Seth is just another guy but Charly has been my best friend since kindergarten. I don't want to lose him! It would really hurt me if we got mad at each other over something like this. We've survived worse. But maybe it's time to face facts. I need to look for another place to live, before the atmosphere becomes toxic. What's the point of having a roommate if we don't talk to each other? No point!
"Jessica!!!!"
Charly opens the bedroom door and I freeze. What am I supposed to tell him? He doesn't seem to be that angry. Maybe he has forgiven me. But right now he's just staring at me in his super sexy tennis outfit. I would have complimented him, but I can't get any words out. I'm shaking like a leaf. Shit, we're still talking about my bestfriend. Even he's feeling this weird vibe. How did we get here?
"You forgot that I was your best friend and that you could tell me anything", he says as if he could read my mind.
My heart hurts. I feel bad. I want to tell him how I feel but all that comes out is a slight:
"Sorry."
"No big deal."
I think we made up.
"I love you, Chacha."
"Me too, silly!"
He's smiling at me and I'm already feeling much better. Maybe this day won't be as awkward as I thought.
"Shall we go?"
"Uh, I don't go to class, Charly."
"Are you kidding?!"
"I'm..."
"You're not going to fail the class because of some hot, intimidating teacher! Besides... I don't think after yesterday, he's likely to talk to you."
I smile nervously, but deep down I hope he's wrong. I want Seth to talk to me. I wish it were as easy with him as it is with Charly. If he could also smile and reassure me....but I know it's going to be much more complicated. And I can't blame him. I deserve that he doesn't talk to me anymore. But, when I arrive at the door of the classroom, I freeze. Charly dropped me off with his car. He tried to make me laugh with his unfunny jokes. It didn't work but I salute the effort.
