My best Friend EARNED My Virginity

chapter 13: A New Phase

Teresa's POV:
Sunlight peeped through the window as the alarm clock broke my sleep.

I had a wonderful dream, a dream where Brad and I were holding a baby, our baby, desperate trying to lull him to sleep. He was just like his father.

A vibrating phone call broke my delusion, snatching the smile from my face. It was Zatanna, another of my childhood childhood best friends.

"If you don't wanna Miss this, come to the college campus. Now ." the call was disconnected.

What could have happened ? Is Brad all right ? Last night I had not met him.

Donned in a cutoff and a tank top, I strolled out, without taking my breakfast. Whether Brad was alright was my sole priority.

Fear and anticipation took control of me as I trembled relentlessly. A constant optimism was my only hope that I could rely on.

The red brick color of Silverdomes College was a relieving sight.

"What happened?" I asked Zatanna as soon as I found her, the terror of witnessing the worst still lingering along like a shadow.

"Where's Brad? Didn't he escort you today? " Zatanna asked me; I felt as if I was struck sharply.

"He must be on his way. We didn't talk........." My voice drowned out as Zatanna snapped

"How could you talk to him ? When he was busy spending lone time with his girlfriend ? " Zatanna spilled.
I could not think straight. Hunger had taken the better of me, overpowering my weakness when I felt the first pangs of dizziness. Leaning over a wall, I glared at Zatanna in disbelief.

"I'm not blabbing, Tea. Stella has been bluffing about yesterday, now the whole campus knows that Brad slept with her ."

I gave up and was about to fall down when a pair of arms caught me and the next thing I saw was a void of darkness.

I woke up to find a guy I had never seen before. Is he an angel? A chiseled face, so suave, his wet hair fell smoothly over his blue eyes. An apt example of Mr. Perfect he was 6" with broad shoulders and an amazing smile that could cheer anyone up.

"Are you okay?" He asked in his resonant voice.
I nodded yes.

"Well, I'm a newbie. Logan Cruse , and the first day I got to see the goddess of the campus. You really are a rare beauty. " His eyes scanned me.

"Can you tell me what time is it ?" I asked

"There's still 5 minutes for the classes to begin. Don't worry."
Logan assured me

"Which subject do you have in the first period.

"Geology" he brought a sigh of relief on my face.
"That means we get to speak some more time with each other." Logan said.

"Yes we do," I blushed out of the blue." Thank you for... everything." I expressed my gratitude.

"No guy would lose that chance. Everyone is freaky jealous of me, throwing me death glares."  said his crisp voice; he has an appealing British accent.

The dizziness and headache resurfaced as I clasped Logan's arm.

"You okay?" He enquired. "Should I carry you?"

"Now I can walk. " I lied as my legs felt limp and numb.

Instantaneously his arms wriggled around my waist and comforted me as I could walk forward. My eyes we're more focused on my feet to maintain a steady walk as I came across a pair of familiar sneakers. Brad. It was Brad, his eyes leered at Logan's hand on my waist.

Is he jealous? If not what is it ?

Our eyes met and the next moment he was gone.