SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 15 - FIFTEEN

- HAZEL -

I shut my eyes closed and stretched my arms. My shoulders are killing me and I’m not even done writing down this journal.

What kind of people are these lecturers? Do they think we are fucking robots? What happened to just printing out pages from certain sources?

I groaned and rolled my eyes in exhaustion. One major problem I’ve had with skipping certain classes is I’ve arrived late to two other classes twice. Now I’m suffering from it. I dipped a salmon bagel in my mouth and took a bite. This is the third snack I’ve had from this cafe. I’m not hungry, but something about having to sit outside and study in a café raises the food cravings.

I sipped out my glass, half filled with diet coke. My eyes are still glued to this page. I’ve read and reread it countless times and there are so many things that need to be corrected and rewritten but I’m highlighting every line that I think needs to be rephrased. Once I’m done with this written project, I’ll type it out on my laptop with the respective corrections and submit.

I leaned my back on my seat and stretched my legs. Sleeping would come in handy right about now. I yawned.

I feel ridiculously tired yet I have a deadline to get all these done and I can’t miss it. I don’t even have a choice because I need my grades to keep being good.

It will be bad for me if my parents think I am not coping with the extra curricular activities this school has to offer. I haven’t even registered for any, but it’s better they don’t assume such.

I yawned again and leaned my hand on the table to raise my phone up to check the time. It’s thirty minutes past three. I’ll stay here for an hour longer than head back to my dorm to have a nap. Then I’ll finish the rest of this in my room.

I drank out of my cup again.

I think I should probably get some coffee because my eyes are so close to being shut.

I think I should change my plans and have a nap now then finish this up later. But what happens if I oversleep? I’ll be doomed.

This indecisiveness is messing with my mind!

I emptied the contents in the coke can into my glass cup and drank it all. I’ll finish this bagel then leave. There’s not much to do anyway if my eyes can’t take the stress.

I heard a lady giggle. On a normal day, I won’t be intrigued by it but I’m bored out of my mind.

"This is your favourite spot?" A man asked. That made me freeze.

I blinked profusely and stared around. No one’s here, or at least, no one’s visible to my tired eyesight. It must just be in my head. I cleared my throat.

Am I that down bad that I’m hearing his voice in my head?

I shook my head. I hope not.

Chatter slid into my ears, followed by a giggle. "What do you think?" A lady asked.

"It’s not that bad. Rather decent, if I must say." I nearly choked on my bagel.

Was that also in my head? Or am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep while studying and this is me dreaming that I’m studying? I pinched my thighs.

Ouch. That hurt. I’m not dreaming.

A frown formed on my face.

If I’m not, why can I hear his voice yet not see him? Why is the universe so against me?

"Admit it. It looks good. Instead, let’s have a bite first then give me your review." The same lady said and giggled. Because of the faint voices of Killian I seem to hear, I’m paying attention to every single conversation I can eavesdrop.

"We’ll see." His voice became louder. Okay, that was too audible to be delusion. I gulped down my saliva forcefully down my throat and examined the café again. I still can’t sight anyone.

I’m not dead.... am I?

Why do I hear random voices but see no one?

"If it isn’t Hazel." A voice from behind made my body quiver and I jerked in my seat. Right, I didn’t look behind me while searching for the owners of the voices.

I stood and turned to face the man standing in front of me. Killian is putting on a black shirt which is well tucked in his pants. I gulped. His outfit fits his body perfectly.

No one deserves to look this good in clothes. My eyes widened as I ran my eyes down his body. Soaking every inch of him in.

I hate that I know what that body looks like naked. I also hate that I know what that body does to mine. What it did to mine....

"K.." My words hung in my throat. I feel like I can’t breathe. For the first time since we met officially in this state, he looks at me like he’s intrigued and the only words I can mumble apart from the first letter of his name is nothing?

Oh my God!

He glanced at me then at something behind me. Without turning, I can already tell he’s looking at the table I was sat in. Killian didn’t say a word but his lips formed a line. He looks... forgive me if I’m wrong, polite?

And I can’t deny, that stare literally does things to my body. I cleared my throat and stared at his side. A blonde lady is standing by his side.

"Do you know this lady, Killian?" She asks, glancing at him then at me. My heart sank. I guess this is the point where he denies me. I won’t even be surprised.

"Yes, I do." Killian said.

That made my heart beat violently against my rib cage. He didn’t deny me. Why does this give me some sort of joy?

"She’s your friend’s daughter or little sister?" The woman asked politely. I sneered, the age difference is suddenly getting to me. For him to be my professor, he must be over twenty years older. I’d not more. But damn! That body is too chiselled to term it as ’old’.

I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at Killian, expecting to hear what he’ll say. His jaw tightened. Is it just me or did he seem kind of offended by her statement?

And if yes, why did my heart dance to his expression?

"Neither." He said. "She’s a student." Killian moved closer to me and crouched a little. His face is so close to mine that I held my breath. "Who apparently is the same one one skipping my classes." He said and stroked my chin with a finger.

He noticed my absence. That gave me butterflies.

Despite his face being so close to mine, I tried to avoid eye contact. He pulled back and stood straight again.

What was that for? I swallowed. Making a lady nervous seems to be his specialty.

"Hello." I said to the blonde who responded with a smile. Killian obviously isn’t going to introduce us, so I’ll do him the favour. "I’m Hazel. A student." I eyed Killian. I can’t believe he’s with another woman already. "I know his fiancée." I grinned from ear to ear by my pettiness.

I gave Killian a side eye but pretty boy was too busy looking pleasant to be disturbed. But why? I just blocked whatever chemistry was about to be formed between these two.

Unless she already knew he’s engaged and they are just friends. Now I feel flushed.

"Nice to meet you Hazel. If I put this correctly, you’re a student at the school I teach in." My throat creased. Fuck!

I nodded.

"You don’t offer any of my subjects?"

"None that I know of." I said to her.

She stretched her hand forward for a hand shake which I received.

Of course they’re both professors. Ugh, I feel so stupid.

"And you know his fiancée, that I’ve heard so much about?"

I raised a brow. Oh I see. She’s interested in him. I almost burst out laughing at how ridiculous this is.

"Yes I do. She’s my friend."

Her facial expression questioned my answer. I nodded with a smile to reaffirm it.

Watch your back bitch! And stay away from my friend’s man.

That’s quite controversial but.... at least I am trying.

She looked at Killian. He chuckled. "As she said." He said to the blonde, referring to my answer. "Now, lunch?" He asks, stretching his hand out. She dipped her hand in his. This lady is blushing so much and it makes me cringe.

I don’t know if it’s jealousy or anger. Or even both. And if it is, why do I feel it?

"Would you care to join us?" Killian offered.

Huh?

No. No fucking way! Even if the earth demanded it.

"I’ll pass. I was heading to my dorm anyway." I responded courtly.

"Anything that suits your boat lady. Have a lovely day." With that, he left with her. I want to look back and watch them but that is pathetic. A deep sigh left my lips. I’d rather leave because knowing myself, I’ll peak on them through the glass walls all day.

I turned to pack my things when I noticed something unfamiliar. It’s an envelope. My brows furrowed as I picked it up and turned it around.

Printed at the lower left side of the envelope is the letter ’K’.

Killian.

Of course he’s one to do this. I wonder if he knew I’ll be here.