Page 26 of Falling for Her
“Iwantfourchapterscompleted by the next class, there will be a test on it,” Professor Art shouts as everyone clears up their belongings.
No one moans, knowing he’ll add more chapters, which he has done before plenty of times, which only ticks everyone else off in class, though I can see several trying to hide their disdain. I smirk, descend the stairs, ignore everyone around me, and leave the classroom.
Professor Art is the strictest teacher on campus and doesn’t take crap from anyone. He called me out three times during class for being in my own world today and he even locked two students out before they were thirty seconds late.
Trying to concentrate today was not easy, not after the crap Trina caused yesterday and Professor Art noticed. Something no student wants because now I’m on his radar for the wrong reason.
Damn, Trina!
For the first time in my life, I could have hit someone, and I was close, though unfortunately for Trina, I wasn’t her main problem. I swear I have never seen a pregnant woman so mad. Her husband barely said two words to my employee while his wife ordered, didn’t even look her way, and yet she hit on him all because he was wearing a suit and his wife had a rock on her finger.
Trina wants to be kept and doesn’t give a crap if the man she snaps up with is married or has a baby on the way, but the fact she actually went to attack the pregnant woman causing the man to stand in between them, was shocking and of course, Trina doesn’t like to be told no so the man protecting his wife only pissed her off more. She threw, actually threw, plates before grabbing the tray I brought through full of baked goods and smashed it down on my mother’s counter, breaking the glass before attempting to leap at the pregnant woman.
Mom loved that counter, and I cherished it.
Over the years, parts of the bakery have evolved, but that counter was hers, and Trina smashed it all because a married man didn’t pay any attention to her proving to everyone that she is indeed crazy.
My eyes tear and I put my head down as I walk to the exit, happy dad persuaded me to keep the bakery closed today with how shot my nerves are.
While eating last night, Damian took my phone and called my dad, explaining everything he had walked in on. Dad demanded the bakery stay closed, so I did something I thought I’d never do and I handed Damian the keys so his friend could fix the glass on the counter.
Knowing I won’t be going into the bakery today, my nerves are shot, I itch to be in the kitchen, to keep business alive and considering Dad rang this morning and said he was taking the day off work to spend it with Aiden, I’m lost on what to do.
I’m caught up on all my schoolwork, heck I don’t even need to read the four chapters on finances because I’ve already read them.
What on earth am I going to do?
“Hey,” a voice says from my right as I reach the door. I look up and lock eyes with Cody, and I smile.
“Hey, friend,” I whisper, and his eyes soften as he wraps his arm over my shoulders, and I lean into him.
“How are you doing?” he asks, and I shrug and admit, “I’m not sure. I feel a little lost.”
“Do you want me to cancel on Haley?” he asks and can’t help but smile a little as I shake my head.
“No,” I say sternly, “she already hates that we’re friends, and I get it, I do, but I don’t want her to think something is going on when there isn’t.”
Cody sighs as he opens the door and guides me out of it, not removing his arm. Students pass us, and some look our way, but I don’t pay attention, my mind is too frazzled.
I don’t know what it feels like to have free time. Normally if I’m not at school or the bakery I have Aiden and I won’t allow Cody to cancel on Haley, I’m not that type of girl. He may be my best friend, but he’s her boyfriend and technically my ex so she has to come first not me.
“Well, I’m definitely never going to have another chance,” Cody jokes out of the blue.
I furrow my brows and look up at him. He smiles softly before tilting his head towards the parking lot. I look and pause mid-step on the stairs as my heart clenches. Leaning against his matte black Harley, his shades on his face, Damian’s sole focus is on me.
“How did he know I was here?” I whisper in awe, and Cody snorts before admitting, “I told him when I called him knowing not working today will be hard on you,” I look at Cody in shock, and he shrugs, “I knew you wouldn’t want me to cancel on Haley and he gave me his number when he came to speak to your dad three days ago in case there was a problem, and well, I believe this is a problem he can fix.” Cody kisses my head and mumbles, “Go be happy Ess…”
I nod and squeeze his waist with gratitude before I walk away without saying a word, focusing solely on the man waiting for me, who makes my heart race.
Damian tilts his head as I approach him, but I don’t know what he’s thinking, especially since his eyes are covered by those shades. It makes me feel a little uneasy. I know seeing Cody with his arm over my shoulder probably pissed him off, and I don’t know how to feel about that, knowing I may have hurt his feelings even though we’ve only had one date.
Clearing my throat, I squash the weird feelings running through me and stop before him.
I raise my brow, and he smirks as he says, “I thought we could go for a ride.”
I smile back and retort, “I thought men usually waited a week before contacting a girl again after a date.”
He grins and replies, “Only idiots,” and I laugh before I eye the bike.
