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When Jake looks down at his phone, I glance at Damien.
It looks like he is on his laptop, reading his emails. About time since Seth said he rarely used it. Damien is facing the window so everyone in the cafe can see what he is doing.
I can’t tell if it is stupidity or if he just doesn’t care anymore.
Looking back down at my coffee, I try to ignore the nagging sensation to go over to him and plead for him to take me back. Blackmail be damned.
Mara gasps. “Oh my God, look at him.”
I turn to look at him, despite Jake’s warning glare.
Mara would be suspicious if I didn’t glance his way, so I let my gaze wander over to him.
I instantly regret looking in his direction.
He is no longer alone. Sitting next to him, wearing the skimpiest summer dress I’ve ever seen, is the teacher I’ve had my suspicions about.
I watch as Damien gives her a giant smile that feels like a punch to my heart.
“Wow, he is a grade A asshole. How can he do this to you? How could he move on so fast?” Mara is about to get up, but I stop her.
“Let’s just go. We can eat and drink while we walk to class.” I suggest.
“Great idea.” Jake says and loops his arm through mine like Mara did on our walk here.
It leaves me feeling like shit since Damien happens to look our way just as his arm goes through mine.
I push his arm away and make my way outside, leaving Mara and Jake to rush to catch up.
Jake walks with us since his class is in the same building.
I don’t want to talk to him after the blatant set up at the cafe, so I keep to my inner thoughts.
Walking next to Mara, I feel guilty because she still doesn’t know that I broke up with Damien, and then blocked him without an explanation.
My heart aches thinking he moved on so fast, especially with Miss Perfect. I have no right to be upset, but I am.
Did I mean nothing to him?
Is there something going on with them?
Do the two of them share an intimate past?
Shaking those questions out of my head, I try to focus on my future. I need to catch up on all the reading and work so I can apply for jobs and then be miserable for the rest of my life.
What a cynical outlook I have seemed to have adapted today.
Walking into class, I head to Seth’s desk in the corner. “Professor, do you have a moment to talk?”
He glances to my side and I see Mara followed me.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I just want to apologize for not coming to class last week. It was inexcusable and won’t happen again. I promise to make up the work before the next class.”
It will mean that I have to stay up late to ensure everything gets done, but it is something I need to do.
“Understandable. Thank you for your eagerness to finish the work, but I want to make sure you are getting adequate sleep as well. Just make sure it is made up before the end of next week.”
