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Her
Copyright © 2019 by Porsche Moore aka Portia Moore
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except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover Design: Kassi Jean
Editing: Angela Walker
Created with Vellum
Contents
Chapter 1
Ian
Chapter 2
Ian
Chapter 3
Ian
Chapter 4
Ian
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Ian
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
Megan
A new day, new school. This time it will be different. Let it be different, please.
I repeat my silent prayer as I make my way to my first class. It’s been three years since I’ve gone to school on a campus. I swallow my anxiety. It’s been so long since I’ve been around this many people—most of whom are young, rich, and gorgeous. You don’t belong, not even a tiny bit. No, that’s not true…the GPA I worked my ass off for says differently. I inhale the truth, exhale the lies.
I’m here. I worked hard to be here. Stop worrying.
Purple.
Yellow.
Green.
Violet.
Orange.
Okay, better…almost. I only need five this time. A half hour ago I needed eight. My nerves creep down half a notch, but jolt back up as I’m nearly pushed into a wall by a flood of girls wearing some team jerseys.
This type of thing happens to everyone, it’s not just me.
Don’t panic.
It’s the first day of class, it’s normal to be nervous.
I haven’t been to a place like this in a long time. The last time I attended class on a campus was my junior year of high school. I trudged through it then but after everything that happened, it was just too much.
The past is over with, it’s time to focus on the future. That’s what’s important, one I can be a part of. One step at a time, as Dr. Gavin used to say. Class is only ninety minutes, add on fifteen to get to and from my car.
It’s a cake walk.
Since when has anything been easy?
The campus is pulsating, awake with its own heartbeat. I make my way through the sea of students, all hopeful, bright-eyed, and excited. Most of these people’s biggest problems are probably which laptop to buy. Mine have been a little different but I’m optimistic. It’s been almost two years since…well, that doesn’t matter now. It’s official. I’m a college junior at the best school in the state. Once upon a time I was told that it’d be a miracle if I got my GED. After taking online classes for three years, this is what I wanted, and I only have one more year to go. I make my way to the fifth row of the sixty-something rows in the lecture hall. I have the perfect seat. It’s not too close because I don’t want to appear overly eager, but close enough to be forced to pay attention to the most boring subject. This class shouldn’t be difficult. It’s a throwaway for my business major. Safe, practical, and a sure thing. And if there’s anything I need right now it’s a sure thing. I settle into my seat, pull out the laptop I scored on sale with the cash I made over the summer, and pop a mini Snickers in my mouth.
I made it. Easy as pie.
It’s the first day of class but people are already mingling and greeting, most likely familiar with each other from other classes. It’s okay, I’m used to being a loner. Life is simpler with just me in it.
“Is this seat taken?” a masculine voice asks.
“No,” I mutter, my eyes on the syllabus I’ve pulled out.
“I heard she doesn’t even follow that,” the voice adds. I turn to glance at the person speaking to me. Be polite, but not friendly. Everything is easier that way.
I’m about to tell him thanks for the information but I can’t. My voice won’t work, it’s gone because the eyes that meet mine are so beautiful I can’t speak; I don’t have anything to say. They’re stark blue like the sky, and in front of them sit thick dark lashes. The blue eyes—no, it’s almost an insult just to refer to them as blue—are a wonderful contrast from his almost black hair. He’s breath taking, and my heart plays hopscotch as he sits next to me. He’s attractive in a way that’s mesmerizing. I remind myself that he’s asked me something when his full lips curve into a smile, and now I’m panicking because I’m mute.
His teeth are perfect. His lips are perfect. The two large dimples above his strong jaw is enthralling, and it’s not just that. There’s something about him that’s warm, that is forcing the muscles in my face to stretch into a smile that matches his.
I’m confused. I don’t feel like this towards people. People make me nervous, men especially so, but my chest isn’t tight, my head doesn’t hurt, and I don’t have this overwhelming feeling to run away. I don’t want to go anywhere, I want to stay right here and continue to look at his beautiful flawless face.
“I’m Kameron.” He stretches out his arm and extends his hand. A white polo shows off the lean muscle encasing it.
“Megan,” I tell him, pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. I’m smiling like an idiot but I can’t stop myself. What is wrong with me? Smiling is a signal that I want him to keep speaking to me and I don’t. Well, I shouldn’t.
Stop it.
There’s a lot wrong with me, actually, but it’s never been this. If I don’t stop he’s going to want to keep talking to me and I’ll ruin this, a perfect moment I can hold onto and savor, a moment that I can replay and take with me, because that’s all this will be, all I could ever hope for it to be. Imagining anything different would be insane.
“Have a good day.” I’m standing now and frantically begin gathering my things. He looks bewildered but there’s a smile, that butterfly-inducing one still on his face. I fight to tear my eyes away from it.
“You want some help?” he offers, a relaxed grin on his face, his eyes flirting with me. I thank God he’s holding back a smile that no doubt would make me trip all over myself. I’m not looking at him anymore, I can’t. I don’t know if I’ll trust myself to leave, which is exactly what I need to do right now.