Billionaire Flawed 2(157)

You're not stupid. Without you, I would still be the old Danny. Now I can read what they say about my footballing skills, although sometimes when I read what they write, I wish I was still illiterate.

That's what I love about you Danny Constance, you're sense of humor.

Don't speak too soon, when you come back to England and live with me, you'll have to put up with it all day.

“I don't care as long as I'm with you.



THE END

SPORTS Romance - Hotter Than Ice

Kara sat by the window, looking out at the rain covering the campus lawn. It was relaxing for her. A small group of girls chatted while standing under umbrellas after class. They smiled and laughed, and Kara wondered if they would have laughed at her jokes as well.

“Is this right, Kara,” asked the student that sat next to her.

She snapped from her trance and turned to look at her mentee. With a quick exhale, she focused her attention on George’s work; running her hand over the page to sort out the details.

“It looks right, but you did the math wrong, here, let me show you,” she said while making corrections.

With a slow and melodic tone, she explained what he had done wrong. At first, he was a bit lost, but the realization of his wrongdoing came to him, and he buried his face in his hand out of embarrassment.

George was a decent student, but he made silly mistakes that were taxing to correct at times. He still always tried his hardest, but he was behind in his studies by a large margin.

The hour came to an end quickly enough, and she was thankful to be done with the session. Not that studying, or teaching, was really that hard for her. Kara had a natural talent for explaining things in ways others were able to understand.

“Same time next week, George,” she said to the student as he tucked his things into his backpack.

George stood up, straightening out his ruffled sweater before throwing his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m having a party, tonight. You’re welcome to come if you want,” he said.

“Oh, that’s alright. I’m busy anyway,” she lied.

“I’ll e-mail you the details anyway, in case you change your mind,” he added before taking his leave.

She nodded.

It’s not as though she had time anyway, she was busy the rest of the day with other students requiring her tutelage. Kara knew she wasn’t like the girls outside, standing in the rain, talking about nothing. There was an invisible line between them and her that she wished she could cross, but found herself unable. So, she reconciled herself to being what she had been since grade school, an outsider.

Kara fixed her gaze back to the courtyard, watching the students sprint across in a vain attempt to stay dry. She took a small amount of pleasure from being dry and watching other students get soaked to the bone.

Then she saw him trotting nonchalantly through the rain. Henry didn’t seem to mind getting wet in the rain. Even now, he played innocently with a handball to pass the time, throwing it against walls and catching it as he walked past.

He was alone this time. Usually, he was crowded with other hockey players; all of them boasting about one thing or another.

She knew the feeling of solitude, and she could tell that he felt that right now. He was making his way inside the library, and Kara ducked down in her seat a little more.

Her next student wouldn’t be here for another twenty minutes, so she’d have to do her best to look busy to avoid him again.

His jacket was soaked through, as were most the rest of his clothes. Henry threw off the jacket, figuring it useless now, and shook the rain from his hair.

Kara watched; he was actually quite attractive. He had a certain grace in the way he held his skinny but strong stature. His clothes were all just a little bit larger than they needed to be, so the rain caused them to sag in unflattering ways. His hair was wild and unkempt, and just a little too long. Still, it framed his face up nicely the way it matted itself to his head.

Henry scanned the room with his intense eyes; despite Kara’s best efforts, he still managed to see her. As though he planned it all along, he stalked up the stairway of the library, straight for Kara.

She put a few things inside her bag, in an attempt to flee before he arrived, but it was to no avail.

“Hello again, Kara,” he said with a smile on his lips.

“Hi, Henry,” she replied, slumping back into her chair with a sigh.

“So, are you going to come to the party tonight,” he asked, taking a seat across from her at the table.

“You know, I have more students coming, you should go,” Kara replied.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said.

She let out a drawn out sigh.

“I’m not that interested. I have too much to do tonight, anyway,” she replied.