Chapter 5
Great!
Not only was I clumsy. I was also stupid. I had just embarrassed myself in front of not only Ryan but every other person in the cafe. My shirt was soaked with hot chocolate and worst of all I wore white. I could smell the bitter scent of the liquid as it soaked into my clothes.
I was so humiliated!
"You okay?" I heard someone ask. But I was too ashamed to look up. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this… especially Ryan.
I just wanted to disappear. To crawl under a table and die.
Fighting back the tears forming in my eyes, I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the coffee shop. I didn't care where I went. As long as it was far away from here.
Tears stung my eyes as I ran through campus. My class was about to start and I was late, I didn’t have time to change my shirt or take a shower. All I could think about was how miserable I felt. I was angry at myself for letting myself get carried away like that. And now I had to deal with my embarrassment.
How could I be so foolish! What was I thinking? That Ryan cared about me. That our one kiss at the party meant anything.
I should have known better. Ryan had told me himself. People were nothing more than playthings for him. I was just another boy who happened to catch his eye.
Now he was with someone new. Someone hotter. Why was I still hung up on one stupid kiss? I’m sure he doesn’t even remember it. I’m sure it wasn’t that memorable.
I felt my heart beating fast and my palms were sweaty. I don’t know why, but the sight of Ryan with this blonde girl made me jealous.
Why am I still so upset? It’s not like Jason hadn’t warned me about his playboy of a brother. It’s not like his reputation was anything new.
I came to the conclusion that I must be crazy. How could I ever have thought I could have had a chance with him?
Ryan had always been a playboy and I was naïve enough to fall for him after a single kiss.
“Fuck!!” I cussed as soon as I got to class. I slumped down on the nearest desk. My body was tense, trembling from the embarrassment.
I wanted to scream, cry, or throw up. Instead, I just sat there and stared at my textbook. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of Ryan or the fact that I had just made a fool out of myself in front of everyone. But I couldn't help it.
The class lasted forever. It felt like I was sitting in that fucking room for hours. All I wanted was to get back to my dorm and never come out again. I was so disgusted with myself.
When the final bell finally rang, I bolted out of the classroom. I was in such a hurry that I I almost bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going!!"
”Sorry,” I muttered and was about to walk away when the guy grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Wait!" He said.
His voice startled me. I stopped and looked at him.
"I'm sorry," I repeated again, trying to apologize for bumping into him.
“Your shirt….It's stained.” He pointed at my chest. “And I think I can see through it which by the way I think you aren't comfortable with.”
Really??!
My shirt was completely see-through because of the stain from the hot coffee! I glanced down. Sure enough, it was.
"Oh fuck! Sorry!" I cussed underneath my breath as I miserably tried to cover myself up because I had some scars that were visible and I didn't want anyone to ask about.
What was I supposed to do now? A stranger had just told me that I was practically exposing myself.
This was so embarrassing. I was sure everyone was staring at me.
“Do you need help?” The guy asked.
I looked down at his hand still resting on my shoulder. I was so mortified that I couldn't even speak.
“You can have my shirt,” he said and began to pull his shirt off. I looked at him in horror. Was he taking off his shirt in the middle of the hallway?
Everyone was staring at us. I could see their shocked faces. Not only because of the fact that he was removing his shirt, but also because of his body….
His body was flawless… ripped. His pecs were perfectly formed. And his abs... oh my god! They were cut.
He was definitely fit. Athletic. Strong. And damn sexy.
I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside.
I was so distracted by his good looks that I didn't notice I was holding my breath until I began to gasp for air.
"No… I don’t …” I shook my head. “I can’t take your shirt.”
"Why not? You really need to change that shirt."
I didn't answer. I just stared at him.
He was tall and lean. His hair was dark brown and messy. His green eyes hid behind his glasses.
He had the kind of face that was handsomely rugged. If I saw him on the street, I would have walked right past him without a second thought.
But seeing him shirtless in front of me was something else.
"Yes, but…" I hesitated. "I don't know you.”
“That’s easy to solve. My name is Brandon... Brandon Knight. And if there is one thing I hate, it’s seeing a handsome young in stained clothes or distress. So, I'll give you my shirt. And after that, we can pretend this never happened. Okay?" He said with a smile and winked at me.
My heart skipped a beat. He was really offering me his shirt.
“Thanks..” I mumbled, unsure of what else to say.
“Oh and incase you want to return it. I stay at the Ultra modern dorm. I will be in by 8pm.”
He winked before turning around to leave. My eyes and those of others were glued to his tight ass as he walked away.
I looked down at his shirt in my hands, the material soft against my skin. I held it close to my body as I hurried to the nearest restroom to change.