Perfect Opposite by Zoya Tessi Read Free Book Online Page B

Interesting... at that moment he looked almost human to me. Almost.
    “Nothing... you just reminded 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 pretended to look for something in my bag and directed my attention there.
    “Come on, don’t be like that. I made a mistake, I admit that. I wanted to explain everything, but you’ve been avoiding me all week.”
    “I don’t need your explanations, Ty. Everything’s totally clear.” I bit back and was turning to leave when he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.
    “Don’t turn your back like that,” he whispered and stroked my cheek. “You know she’s not the one I care about. It was just a… weak moment, that's all. We shouldn’t let one stupid mistake ruin what we had. Can’t we just try to forget everything and start over?”
    I looked at him with shining eyes, appalled that he could even suggest it.
    “Go to hell,” I leveled at him as coolly as I could manage and tried to wrench my arm free, but he wasn’t letting go.
    “Sweetie...”
    “Let go of my arm. Right now!”
    “ Oh, come on Sasha. I know you still care about me and...”
    “You'd better listen to her,” a deep, gravelly voice came from behind me.
    The bustling hall, which had echoed with noise a moment before, fell silent in an instant and I was sure that if a fly batted its wings, everyone would hear it. The fingers gripping my arm relented a little, so I twisted free, took a