A Different Side (University Park #4)

by C. M. Doporto

  “I know where all the private places are on this campus,” I teased, enticing her just a little.

  “Of course you do,” she said. The expression on her face confused me. I didn’t know if she was serious or curious. Time would tell.

  I grabbed a nearby chair for her and set it next to mine, positioning it close, but not too close. I sat and took out my laptop, iPad mini, and the blog post I had started writing for the assignment from my backpack.

  “That’s what I’ve written so far.” I handed her the paper.

  “Okay.” She scanned over it and my stomach tensed. Was it good enough? Had I done okay or screwed up?

  “Are these your ideas for your paper?” The tone in her voice hinted toward satisfaction rather than disappointment. Maybe I was getting this after all.

  I rested my chin in the palm of my hand and swayed closer to her. “So far.”

  She kept her eyes directly on the paper. “The assignment is about Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane?”

  “Yep. I have to write a few paragraphs about it,” I said in a low voice, as I peered over her shoulder.

  “Well, that’s easy.”

  “If you’ve read it,” I confessed.

  “What?” She spun her head around and we were face to face.

  Mere inches separated my lips from hers. I took a hard swallow when her lips started trembling in anticipation for mine. My tongue slid out, ready to entwine with hers. I rolled it across my lips, making it nice and wet. I wanted to kiss her so freakin’ bad. Never had I wanted to kiss a girl this much, but I refused to make the first move. I had to know she was ready to fall in The Raven’s trap. If I kissed her and she slapped me for it — game over.

  No tutoring.

  No friendship.

  No chance.

  I’d steer clear from that play. I held my position, waiting for her to make the move. Damn, she was sexy. I could think of all the ways I’d worship her body if she let me. Her eyes zeroed in on my lips and I knew I had her. Or, at least…I thought I did. She reeled back quickly.

  Damn.

  “So, you didn’t read it?”

  I shook my head, totally disappointed. I knew I should’ve read the book, but I was also stupid to think she would kiss me.

  She pressed her lips together, telling me she’d never allow me to experience them. And I wanted to cry.

  “Can I give you some advice?”

  “Sure.” Nothing else could disappoint me now.

  “Assignments are much easier if you read the material.” She smiled, picked up my iPad, and handed it to me. “I believe you can download it for free from Amazon.”

  “But I don’t have time to read it.” I took the tablet from her hand. Reading comics was ten times better than old fiction stories. I was smart enough not to tell her that, though. That would definitely offend her since she was an English major. They were all into the classics, and raved about them.

  Hell, not me.

  She leaned over and looked at my laptop. It took all my strength not to pull her into my lap. With that skirt on, it would’ve been easy access. I snickered internally at the thoughts ravaging my mind.

  “It’s fifteen minutes until seven and it’s a short story. I suggest you get started.” She winked at me and my heart stopped for a second. “Can I give you another secret to successful writing?”

  I took a deep breath, restarting my heart. “What’s that?” I rolled my shoulders a few times. That had never happened before. How did Lexi have such an effect on me, when I hadn’t even kissed or had sex with her?

  “The more you read, the better you become at writing.” Sincerity rang loudly and I remembered why she was there with me.

  To help me.

  Nothing more.

  Nothing less.

  A relationship with this girl was next to impossible. I had to get over it and stop fantasizing about her. Lexi Thompson was probably the most unattainable PHU student I had encountered.

  “Yeah, yeah. That’s what the other tutor told me.” I turned on my tablet and tapped the Amazon app. I typed in the title of the book and it immediately came up.

  “Well, it’s true.” She reached into her purse and took out a tablet with a purple PHU cover. I had signed several of those — apparently they were popular with girls. Would Lexi ask me to sign hers?

  “What are you going to do?” I leaned against the wall, getting comfortable while I waited for the book to download.

  “I have my own stuff to read for class. Don’t worry about me, you just read that story and then we’ll work on writing that blog. I promise, once you read it, you’ll be able to write about it.”

  Lexi was easy to like and it made it that much harder for me.

  “Promise?” I smiled.

  She tucked her hair behind her ear and I wanted to caress the delicate spot right over her pulse. “Yes. Now, get started.”

  I turned my head and focused on the screen. If I didn’t, I knew I might lose all control and show Lexi all the hiding spots in the library — whether Beth was there or not.

  A few hours later, Lexi helped me finish the blog post. It was concise and to the point. There was no doubt I would earn an A on it. Lexi was easy to work with and so encouraging. Not once did she make me feel like an idiot or shoot down my thoughts. When she suggested different ideas, she did it in a way that was neither demeaning nor overpowering. She definitely was the best tutor I’d had.

  “Thank you so much for helping me.” I held the door open as we exited the library.

  “You’re welcome. I knew you could do it once you read it.” A cold burst of air swept across us as soon as we stepped outside. “Wow!” Lexi quickly grabbed her skirt. “That must be the front my brother was telling me about.” She wrapped her thin arms around her body, trying to shield herself from the cold.

  I reached for the zipper on my coat and stopped. “Where’s your jacket?”

  “I d-didn’t bring one.” Her teeth chattered uncontrollably. “I came from my brother’s apartment, remember?”

  “Oh, that’s right.” I set my backpack on the ground and took off my jacket. Lexi needed it more than I did. “Here, put this on.” I held it up, waiting for her to slip her arms through the sleeves.

  She shook her head and it wobbled like a bobble head doll. “No, that’s okay. It’s a short walk to my dorm.” By the way her teeth chattered, I knew she was lying. Her sheer clothes provided no warmth for her thin frame. It was cold, so she had to be freezing.

  “Don’t be silly,” I said, urging her to put the jacket on. “There isn’t an ounce of fat on your body to keep you warm.”

  She hesitated for a moment and then slid her arms through the sleeves. The jacket swallowed her, making her look like a kid wearing an oversized coat. She was so cute. With one arm crossed over the other, she pulled the jacket tightly against her body. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and keep her warm, but I kept my distance.

  “What about you? It’s freezing out here.”

  “Seriously?” I laughed, waving off her comment. “I play football in colder weather than this.” Which was true, but the first cold front always got me until my body adjusted.

  “Yeah, I guess you do.” She folded the sleeves, allowing her fingers to move. Her long, slender hands called to me, begging to be held. All I wanted to do was feel her delicate skin underneath my calloused palms, and keep her warm.

  “Come on, I’ll walk you to your dorm.” I motioned for her to follow me.

  She stayed frozen in place, looking around as if making sure no one would see me with her. Why? Maybe she didn’t want to be seen with me. My bad boy status could ruin her good girl image. I couldn’t blame her. “That’s okay, you don’t have to.”

  I turned around. Despite statuses and images, I wasn’t going to let her walk home by herself. Not at this hour. “Lexi, it’s almost eleven o’clock. I kept you out this late, the least I can do is walk you to your dorm.”

  Her eyes narro
wed as the wind continued to pound against us. Long strands of hair swirled around her and peaches and honey permeated my airways. It was the best cold air I’d ever smelt. I’d stay outside freezing my ass off just to revel in her sweetness.

  “Okay, I guess.”

  I held back the smile dying to escape. Lexi was allowing me to walk her home. Hell yeah! I sounded like a sixth grader with his first crush. So damn pathetic.

  She walked hurriedly, looking left to right as we trekked toward her dorm. I was positive she was keeping an eye out for someone. But who? With one hand stuffed in the pocket of my jeans and the other holding on to my backpack, I kept up with her steps. Puffs of air released from our mouths as we crossed the lawn. Out of nowhere, a guy on a bike zipped by, nearly crashing into her.

  Instinctively, I threw an arm around her and pulled her out of the way. “Watch out!” I yelled at the dumbass. She was so light, but full of life at the same time. With both arms embracing her, I held her close, cradling her like a football I refused to let go of. Her chest moved rapidly and her eyes were wide with fear, which made me want to soothe her — make her feel safe.

  With labored breaths slowing to full, steady ones, she rested her head against me. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. I didn’t let go, giving her what she wanted and what I needed. Never had I felt something so intense, yet innocent, at the same time. Lexi fit perfectly against my chest, like she was made exactly for me.

  She pressed her hand to my chest and gasped. “Thanks.”

  “Are you okay?” I stared deep into her eyes as the air swirled around us. She was so beautiful.

  Pure.

  Innocent.

  Nothing like me.

  I reached up and brushed the hair from her face.

  “Yes.” She smiled and slowly moved her hand from my chest.

  I fought every urge to take her hand and place it back on me. To feel her touch was amazing. Our eyes stayed fixed on one another for what seemed like an eternity. Never had anyone really taken the time to look at me. See me for who I was without passing judgment. Although I had no idea what Lexi thought of me, I’d like to think by the way we were connecting that my past didn’t matter to her. It was hopeful thinking, but it gave me something to hold on to.

  We finally broke eye contact and I released her from my arms. She took a step back and then swiveled around, taking off down the sidewalk. I followed her and stopped outside the front door of her dorm, waiting. Would she ask me to come in? If she did, I wouldn’t be able to control my actions. Better to keep it professional. “See you Tuesday?”

  She nodded and waved goodbye as I shot her a grin. I took a few steps backwards, not wanting to look away. I could’ve stared at her perfect lips, perfect hair, perfect body, and perfect smile until the sun came up. Her hand lowered and she turned, walking inside. Lexi was creating her own trap and I was quickly falling for it. And I bet she didn’t even know it.

  I walked slowly down the path, passing the dorms and student union. It was late, but a few students still lingered inside, studying by themselves or with a group of people. I stopped for a second, looking at them. What I wouldn’t give to have more study time with Lexi. A chuckle escaped at that thought. I shook my head and continued toward the stadium. Another strong gust of wind pounded me and I immediately rubbed my arms. That’s when I realized I’d forgotten my jacket.

  I considered my options: call her tomorrow or go back and spend a little more time with her. As the wind continued to beat against my back, I remembered it was my only jacket and tomorrow morning would probably be just as cold.

  Pivoting on my heels, I made a path back to her dorm. With every step, I walked a little faster, and it wasn’t from the cold. What the hell was I doing? I had to be crazy. Then I heard that inner voice, reminding me how screwed up my life was. I wished it would just shut the eff up. My past was my past and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It was a part of who I was and nothing could change that — ever.

  A guy walked out of the dorm and caught the edge of the door. “Need in?”

  “Yeah.” I extended a hand, keeping the door open. “Thanks, man.”

  “No problem,” he said as he passed me.

  It was pure luck because you needed a code or a card to get in the dorms. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and just as I started to text Lexi, a beautiful melody drew my attention. A girl sat at a grand piano in the foyer, playing a popular John Legend song as a couple stood nearby. He was one of my favorite artists.

  I took a few steps closer and that’s when I noticed my jacket and long brown hair cascading down the middle of it. How did I miss that?

  It was Lexi.

  She was playing the piano.

  And she was damn good.

  The couple swayed side to side as Lexi played for them. They were enjoying it, and so was I. A low hum filtered from Lexi and I wondered if she could sing. I repeated the words quietly under my breath as she stroked every key. She played with so much intensity, it gave me goose bumps. I think she was a better pianist than my grandmother, and that said something because Mimi had been playing for her church since she was a teenager.

  I kept a safe distance, not wanting to disturb her or make her nervous. It was awesome, just listening to her make beautiful music with her delicate fingers. I could sit back and listen to her play for hours.

  The song dwindled to an end and Lexi closed it perfectly. I immediately started clapping. She deserved the recognition for playing such a beautiful piece of music.

  Lexi looked at the couple and then turned around, looking for her admirer. “Raven.” She was totally surprised. “How long have you been listening?”

  “For a while.” I walked toward her. “You didn’t tell me you played the piano.”

  “Um…I didn’t think to tell you.”

  I kneeled next to her, bringing us to eye level. “You are truly gifted, Lexi.”

  Her cheeks flushed a bright pink and she inclined her head. “Thanks. I really enjoy playing.”

  “Don’t stop, because that would be a waste of talent.”

  She covered her mouth and giggled. “Is that your line or did someone tell you that?”

  “Both,” I grinned.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you here?” She held onto her hands, my presence making her a little uneasy.

  I thought about telling her I just wanted to be there with her, but quickly tossed that remark out the window. I tugged on her sleeve. “I forgot my jacket.”

  She glanced down and looked back at me with wide eyes. “Oh no, I’m sorry.” Slowly, she began to take it off and I stood to help her. Something my mom drilled in my head: when a woman is putting on or taking off her jacket, you help her. It’s a kind but simple gesture that goes along way.

  “It’s okay, but since it’s the only jacket I have right now, I need it back. I’ll have to grab another one from my mom’s house.” I would’ve let her keep it, because I could tell she didn’t want to give it back.

  “No problem.” She smiled.

  “Can you play anything else besides All of Me?”

  Her eyes lit up like I’d said some type of magical words. “Yes, lots of songs.”

  “Would you mind playing a few for me?”

  She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I held up my hands in surrender. “It’s okay, if you don’t want to.”

  “No!” she gasped. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’d be happy to.”

  Did she want to or not? Girls confused me. “Are you sure?”

  She smiled. “Yes, I’m sure.” She shifted. “It’s just that I rarely have anyone ask me to play for them, other than my roommate and family.”

  “Well, I love the piano.”

  She cleared her throat, and said, “Have a seat, Raven.” She moved to the right and patted the bench.

  It probably wasn’t a good idea to sit so close to her, but I eased to the bench anyway. She smelled so damn goo
d, it would take complete self-control not to do something stupid. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and my hand tensed, eager to run my fingers through the strands. “How long have you been playing?”

  “Since I was ten.” Her hands lowered to the keys and she pressed a few chords, playing a familiar tune. I tried not to notice the ring on her left hand, but it kept staring at me. If she were engaged, she would have told me. I quickly diverted my attention to the song.

  I pointed to the keyboard. “I know that song. That’s um…” I racked my brain, trying to recall it.

  She continued playing as I tried to place it. “Don’t tell me… it’s from that vampire movie. Twilight!”

  She threw her head back and laughed. “You know Twilight?”

  For a moment, I felt like Edward, eyeing her gorgeous long neck. I didn’t want to sink my teeth into her though, just press my lips to her. “Who doesn’t? Besides, my mom was one of the Twi-Moms or whatever you called the mothers who followed the books and movies.”

  She stopped playing and turned toward me. “Your mom sounds cool. Unlike my mom.” She sighed heavily. “I tried to get my mom on board but she never took an interest.”

  I shrugged. “You can’t win them all.”

  She stared at me for a moment and then elbowed me. “Name a song.”

  I cocked a brow. “Any song?”

  “Preferably one dominant in piano.” Her fingers scrolled up and down the keys. Damn, she could play like a pro.

  “Lean On me,” I smiled.

  “You’ve got it.” She picked out the chords and began playing the intro.

  Music filled the air and I felt it deep within my soul, the chords striking the inner part of me, giving me that overall good feeling. I started humming and by the time she reached the first verse, we were swaying to the beat of the music. She began singing in a low voice so I joined in, not holding back. I never thought of myself as a great singer, but Mimi claimed I had a good voice. It didn’t matter, though. I wasn’t trying to impress Lexi, I was just having a good time with her.

  We bellowed the words at the top of our lungs, as though we were lifetime friends. Lexi’s beautiful voice touched the inside of me. She made me feel so comfortable, as though I could tell her anything and she’d be there for me. I wanted her to know the same.