SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 16 - SIXTEEN

- HAZEL -

Do I open it or do I not? I thought, staring at the letter Killian left for me at the café. I don’t even know if he left it on purpose or it slipped out of his pocket accidentally and just happened to fall on the table I sat in in the café.

I want to believe the latter happened and ignore this. Why would he write to me anyway? Not like he knew I was going to be there.

I cleared my throat. I’m done with my assignments. At least, I’ve written them all down, all that’s left is to type them in my laptop and print them for the lecturers tomorrow and I need to do that early in the morning.

I need to prove that I’m a student worthy enough for a second chance to take their courses seriously. Or my parents will kill me. They will literally kill me.

I stared at the letter. That’s more reason why I shouldn’t open it and hand it over to him tomorrow after I’ve completed everything I need to do. Killian is a distraction. One I can’t afford and one I should not even try to afford.

I cleared my throat and resumed typing my work on my laptop. I glanced at the letter then back on my screen, then at the letter again.

Ugh, I trust myself to waver around my decision. How could I not open it when it’s just staring at me in the face begging to be ripped?

I bit my lower lip. Plus, I wonder if he assumed he’ll meet up with me someday and chose to give it to me. Who knows?

It could probably be information regarding my skipping of classes anyway.

For that, I’ll read this letter.

Only because of curiosity and educational purposes.

Sure, deceive yourself and believe that. My conscience judged. Well, all I’ve got to say to that is fuck you, mind!

I ripped the top of the envelope carefully. Not to lie, it feels too thin to be pages of folded paper. If anything, it could just be a few pages. I turned the envelope upside down and something dropped on my bed. It’s a card.

I picked it up and frowned.

Yup, maybe this happened to slip out of his pocket. Who goes around with something like this anyway?

I rolled my eyes. I don’t know why I feel a hint of disappointment while staring at the blank card. I turned the card to the other side.

Oh. It isn’t empty after all.

It says ’Meet me.’ typed in bold with a fancy cursive font. Below the page, at the left side are two letters, ’- KI’.

I’m guessing this is his initial. I know the ’K’ most likely means Killian but I wonder what the ’I’ stands for. For now, that’s not a priority for it can be anything.

I stared at the card for a second. This is such a stylish way to request a chat. I’m tempted to go despite every bone in my body that tells me not to.

What could he actually want to talk about? And this late?

Well, to be fair, he handed the letter to me this afternoon and I chose to open it now. So this is my fault.

A deep sigh escaped my lips. I want to meet him. I want to know why he wants to see me. Something tells me that this is hundred percent because of my missed classes but I wonder if there’s more.

Part of me desires more but that part of me will hate myself something more happens.

I sighed, still staring at the card which is between two of my fingers. There’s no address or time or anything written on it. How does he want us to meet without such detail? It’s very vague if I must point out. And very unprofessional.

I looked inside the envelope again. There’s a small sheet of paper inside. If I wasn’t so cautious, I would’ve missed that. I dropped the card on my bed and dipped my hand inside the envelope to pick the paper. It’s a hand written note.

’If you see this, meet me in front of the library. 8pm. Don’t be late, kitten.’ It read.

In front of the library huh? That’s not so far from my dorm. I looked at my phone to check the time.

But it’s twenty minutes past nine. Shit!

I hurriedly climbed down my bed and put a sweater on then arranged all my books and laptop carefully yet semi organised by my pillow and straightened the sheets just well enough so it doesn’t look squeezed.

I walked back, away from my bed to have a look. Yup, it looks tidy. Perfect!

I’m not even sure Killian is going to be there by this time, but I will head there to find out. It’ll be better if I arrived after seeing the letter than stand him up. Although I couldn’t care less about this. Who on earth leaves this kind of message to someone anyway?

He does. And it’s absurd yet kind of attractive.

I shook the thought out of my head.

Focus Hazel. You’re probably going to be scolded or given make up assessments to cover up your bad behaviour. I reminded myself.

I hope not. Not to lie, if that happens, my attraction to him will die faster than a mayfly.

I cleared my throat. My roomies are out. This makes the timing even better, I don’t have to answer to anyone and I can come back quickly before they come in. Sweet!

The door barged open as I turned around. Loud chatter slid in my ears as well as the sound of a bouncing ball.

Shoot! I hate it when I think about something and the opposite happens.

Part of me hoped the people who walked into my room are cheerleaders or people selling treats for some kind of charity who happen to have gotten keys to every dorm room but the louder their voices became, the further my hope vanished.

"Hi guys." I said hoarsely. I sound nervous. Too nervous. Their keen selves will notice something’s up right away.

"Sup girl, heading out?" I would recognise that deep voice anywhere. It’s Jasmine’s. Tossing her ball up in the air. She crouched forward, letting it swing over her back and bounce on her back then to her arms. She gripped the ball with her fingers after pushing it up with her elbow then threw it on the floor. The ball bounced as she kept on passing it through the space between her legs like she was trying to dribble someone.

I love how much it shows that she loves basketball. And even though I’ve never seen her in a game before, I love how well she plays with herself when she’s in the room and outside. She literally takes her ball everywhere.

For someone who loves sports, she sure was really into listening to my gossip over attending practice.

"I swear Jasmine, if that thing touches my hair, I’ll put a hole in that ball!" Savory said, giving her a death glare. She ran her fingers through her hair then looked at me. "Hello, teacher fucker!"

She sure seems more than excited to call me that. I flickered my fingers to wave.

"Hiya b." Ash said. You see? Why can’t they all be like Ash? No questions asked nor any weird nicknames.

[b - babe]

I chose not to reply any of them individually. It’ll leave room for more questions which I can’t handle right now. I need to meet my professor. More like I want to meet him. "You guys sure are back early." I murmured.

I didn’t expect them to be here at all. At least not until midnight.

"Yup. Studying is boring." Jasmine sang-song holding her thumb upside down.

She can say that again! It actually is.

"I’m heading out for a bit. I’m leaving my key so don’t lock me out." I said and glanced at my bed once more. I feel very uneasy.

"Going to meet a certain someone?" Savory questionned with a knowing smirk. "Someone who enjoys teaching." I took a deep breath in, already knowing where she’s headed. "And gives great sex!" She yelled that last part out.

Ash tapped her shoulder hastily. "Savory!" She cautioned.

You see? I love that Ash is on my side. She understands the meaning of pri-va-cy.

Savory shrugged, laughing. "What? It’s just a question."

"I am interested though." Ash added, peering at me.

Remember my earlier thought about her? Strike it out.

"Haha, if that person is my best friend then yup. We’ve slept together alright." I said sarcastically.

"Not to lie, the sarcasm aside, that would be pretty hot." Savory added.

My jaw dropped as I made a face. This is the end of this conversation. "Okayy! Bye, see ya later." I walked to them. They’re still standing by the door. I gave Jasmine a hug, Ash a kiss on each cheek then I stood in front of Savory. I don’t know if she’s open for any form of intimacy so I held both shoulders. "Darling, take it from me, go to church. Baptise your mind. I say this with love."

Ash bursts out laughing.

"I’ll be sure to pass my gratitude to the priest." Savory stuck her tongue out with a grin. She clapped her palm in front of her chest without breaking away from my touch. "Forgive me daddy for I’ve been a bad, bad girl."

At this point, I give up. My fingers clenched softly on her shoulders. "You’re a lost cause." I said and pulled her in for a hug. She hugged me back.

"I know." She said and smacked my ass. I wasn’t expecting that. "Now go meet your hot professor and be back with some juice."

I walked out the door with a thumbs up. I doubt. There won’t be any juice to be back with unless they want to hear a tale about me being scolded for skipping classes. I walked

through the passage leading outside. And even if there was something to tell, fat chance to me revealing that to them.

Not again.