You're Not Enough

Chapter 73

"You'll be fine," Blairs says. She places her hand over the top of my shaking hands. I give her a warm smile.

I didn't think I would be this nervous; I was fine at first, but as soon as we walked into the admissions building and I saw all the students, I started to get nervous and overwhelmed. That sick feeling is back now, which is perfect timing, the whole car ride, I was fine, but now it feels like I have to puke, and I'm so freaking hot. My blood feels like it is literally boiling. I tug at my shirt, rolling the sleeves up. I wipe the sweat off of my head.

My edges were perfectly laid, and now they're curled up; it is a good thing my hair isn't straight anymore. That would've looked terrible. My nice bun has now turned into a messy one. Not the look I was going for, but it'll have to do.

I open up my folder and read over my work. I hope he likes it. Maybe I should've written newer poems. These are about a year old, some I wrote when I was in the facility. Perhaps I should just cancel and come back. Ugh, no, I can't come back. I'm lucky I even got an interview at all.

"You should try not to look so nervous." Ryder leans over and whispers in my ear. My body shivers. "I can hear your heart beating out of your chest," he adds.

I turn my head to look at him.

Ryder POV

Her eyes are so fucking brown. I love it when she looks at me, annoyed. It does something to me. Most of the time, I fucking mess with her so that she can look up at me and give me this fucking look. This is the look I see every time I close my fucking eyes, every time I fuck someone else, all I see is her. Why?

"I'm not nervous." She lies and looks away from me.

"Sure, you're not," I whisper. I see her body shiver at my words, and her breathing is faster, her chest moves up and down. I think she likes it when I do this to her. "You'll do fine," I tell her honestly. There are many things about her that I don't like, but I like her writing, even though I've only heard one thing she wrote. And she wasn't sharing it with me; she was sharing with the class. Everyone else knows she's a good writer, just too damn cocky to admit it.

"You really think so?" she asks.

"Yes,"

"Ms.King. He's ready for you." The receptionist says.

She takes a deep breath and gets up out of the chair.

"Good Luck." Her annoying ass friend says. How the fuck does she know her anyway? Jayda gives her a friendly smile.

She looks at me and rolls her eyes. Which is enough to make my pants tighten.

She walks down the hall and turns the corner. "So..." her blonde friend turns around to me. What the fuck is her name again? Her eyes are so blue, it's weird. I don't say anything; I just stare at her. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she asks forcefully.

"She asked me to come," I tell her.

"Okay, but you didn't have to come." She narrows her eyes at me.

"I did. She lied to her parents about--

"I know, I know." She cuts me off, holding up her hand. " I mean, you didn't have to come here. You could have just left with us and went somewhere else." I know what the fuck I could've done, but I didn't want to do that. "I know people like you, guys like you, and there's only one thing you guys want."

"I'm not like that," I tell her. I'm not, at least I'm not like that with Jayda.

"So you don't want to fuck her?" she bluntly asks. I hear a foreign accent in her voice that I didn't hear before. Who the hell is this girl?