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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The day had started so well. I'd put on my music, seen my best friend. I even dropped Jess off without a fight. Which is quite complicated, with all the nonsense she's been up to. And now I have to deal with her sister? The source of all my problems these days! I don't have enough patience.
"Get out! Get out now!"
"Nervous, the Angel..."
"For you, it's Mister Saint", I slip between my clenched teeth.
"Oh..."
My jaw twitches at the sight of that broad smile. What's got her so happy? I'd like to know what's going on in that silly little head! Probably not much, considering all the air that must be passing through it. Otherwise she wouldn't be wearing such a short skirt with such high boots. She looks like a badly painted ladder. Not to mention the colors.
"Pink highlights...yellow skirt...black boots..."
"Do you like it, Angel?"
Then she spins around, the better to show me her outfit.
"Did you fall into a can of paint?"
Her smile fades.
"Stop wasting my time, Jena-catastrophe. I don't have time for your bullshit!"
It's crazy to be so stubborn! She seems to love it: playing with my nerves.
"Why are you so disagreeable?"
"Oh...I don't know...maybe because my girlfriend got arrested, because of you..."
"In my defense, I didn't even know what was in those capsules..."
She starts inspecting her fingernails and I just want to grab her by the collar and kick her out, myself!
"But" then she looks back at me and smiles. "It's behind us, isn't it?"
"" Us"?!"
"Yes! You don't hold grudges, Angel. And..." she's getting closer. "I'm sure we'll find a way to get along."
"I'm sorry, but I don't see how."
Then I rummage through my drawers and pull out the first semblance of a book I can find.
"Look, I've got work to do, Jena. Get on with it!"
I tell myself that by pretending to work, she'll eventually understand. Jess warned me about her. She always finds a way to get herself into an unlikely situation. Then she drags you into it and sinks you. I won't be her next victim. If she's looking for someone to torture, she'd better go to someone else. But, for now, she prefers to sit on my desk.
And tries a maneuver as old as time. She stands in front of me and spreads her legs. I may have my eyes in my book, but I can feel her smiling.
