Perfect Opposite by Zoya Tessi Read Free Book Online Page B

something to hold on to, but there seemed to be nothing.
    “Here...” Alex grabbed my wrists, drew my arms around his waist and without any warning, started the engine.
    Frightened of the noise and the jolt that came, I grabbed his waist and cursed under my breath, squeezing with all my might. As he accelerated my stomach seemed to flip over, so I shut my eyes tight and felt the air rush past my head, trying to imagine being someplace else. With my head resting against Alex’s back, somewhere between his shoulder blades, and my thighs pressed firmly against his, the feelings I experienced were a world away from the disgust I wanted to feel.
     
    The bike slowed and came to a stop, but I was still too afraid to open my eyes. When I finally did, I found we’d arrived in the parking lot. Jumping off the back like a scorched cat, I moved away from the damn thing and nervously brought my hands to the task of restoring order to my now chaotic hair.
    “ The bloody Academy of Art University.” I heard Alex’s voice “Oh, I’ll kill him!”
    Looking up, I saw him leaning forward slightly in his seat, one arm resting on the tank, watching me curiously.
    “What?”
    The corners of his lips seemed to curl up slightly, forming an amused expression, but not a smile as such. Interesting... at that moment he looked almost human to me. Almost.
    “Nothing... you just r eminded me of a plucked chicken.”
    Shocked by his statement and outraged by how hurt I felt by it, I turned around without a word an d made a dash for the entrance.
     
    Striding through the halls, I didn’t need to turn around to see if Alex was following; the expressions on the faces of the girls passing by told their own story. Wondering what was wrong with the floozies who fell so fast for tattooed bad boy types, I entered the lecture hall and purposefully moved back towards the last row of seats, where only one was empty. I put my bag down with a smack on the tiny desk in front of me and sat down heavily.
    Entering the hall, Alex glanced over the heads of other students down at the front, until he caught sight of me and moved towards an empty seat in the third row. The professor walked in soon afterwards and began his lecture, ignoring those students who continued to whisper amongst themselves.
    I made an effort to concentrate and make some notes about Roman architecture, but my eyes continually wandered in Alex’s direction. He was leaning back in his chair, one leg bent at the knee, looking totally bored all while the girl to his right was whispering something in his ear, twisting one of her curls between her fingers. Disgusted by this movie cliché, I rolled my eyes and went back to my notes, forcing myself not to look again until the lecture was over. I was probably the only female in the room who wasn’t staring wide eyed in his direction, drooling.
    As soon as the professor left the room, I grabbed my books and was one of the first to get out into the hallway, hoping that if I was fast enough I might somehow escape my nemesis. I didn’t rate my chances highly, though.
    “Sasha!" I heard someone calling my name and felt the twist in my gut.
    Oh shit! Why today?
    Resigning myself quickly to the situation, I turned around slowly.
    With the seductive smile that was almost his trademark, Tyler pushed away from the wall he was leaning against and started towards me. It wasn’t really any wonder that I’d fallen for him. Looking like an improved version of Channing Tatum, all sky blue eyes and innocent lips, any girl he looked at just had to melt on the spot. The white shirt he was wearing brought out his broad shoulders, and in a pair of dark jeans he looked even better than ever. I wished the ground would just swallow me up.
    “You don’t answer my calls. Why, honey?”
    “Why do you think?” I asked, wishing my voice weren’t starting to tremble.
    It was too much to bear, seeing his perfect face and the blue eyes I’d once dreamed about, so I