Page 16 of Reckless Hate

That was the last letter she had written to her former best friend before giving up. That’s when she knew she couldn’t trust or rely on anyone but herself. Her father left her and her best friend too. Love or attachments of any kind only brought pain.

She never made a single friend again and swore not to. She promised herself that people would remain mere acquaintances and she wouldn’t care if any of them left.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed away those memories and finished her coffee before preparing for the upcoming day.

***

She ordered a French omelet once again at the main cafeteria. Grabbing a bowl of fruit and a freshly baked croissant along with the omelet, she carried her breakfast tray and sat in a corner.

She took a bite of her omelet and it was perfect. The cook once again made it just like in a gourmet French café. She had barely taken a couple more bites when a dark shadow fell on her.

A moment later, Ved Simha sat opposite her. Some of his fangirls followed him and were about to sit next to him, but he waved them away with a hand.

“Leave,” he ordered.

There were angry, disappointed faces. One of the girls threw her hateful looks before leaving. Samantha recognized the girl as the one who had been talking about having a threesome with a popular guy.

Ved was most likely that guy.

“When are you leaving?” he asked.

When she didn’t say anything, he leaned closer. She could once again smell the citrusy cologne. “I wasn’t joking about yesterday’s warning. I want you gone from the university.”

The words were spoken in a low, menacing tone.

She met his eyes. “I wasn’t joking either when I said you can leave if my presence bothers you. But I’m staying here.”

His eyes glittered darkly. “Is that your final decision for now?” he asked.

“Yes. It will be my decision for now and also until I graduate.”

She expected anger, but his mouth slowly twisted into a dark smile, flashing just one of his dimples. He leaned back on his chair while watching her closely.

“No, Samantha Roy,” he said in a loud voice.

She could feel dozens of eyes turning towards them.

“I’m not having sex with you in the cafeteria bathroom,” he continued in same loud voice. “I don’t care that you know a French technique that involves your tongue.”

There were shocked gasps along with whistles, hoots and laughter at his statement.

Anger warred with embarrassment, but she kept her face neutral. He got up from the chair while the dark smile remained on his face.

“Consider this as warning two,” he said. “I want you gone by this weekend.”

With those words, he walked away from her and sat at a table where the group of girls and some of the guys were seated.

He sat facing her, so she could feel his eyes on her while she finished the rest of her breakfast.

What her former friend didn’t know was she had faced bigger challenges and humiliation than the one he threw at her. And he would soon find out that she gave a damn about people’s opinion of her.

***

The news of what happened in the cafeteria spread fast. Samantha became instantly known as the new girl from France who had offered Ved Simha a blow job in the cafeteria bathroom, and he turned her down.

Girls glared and sneered at her while the guys stared at her curiously or lustfully. She ignored them all and went on to attend classes.

The curriculum at Simha was very different. Although she had transferred from a top ranking university in France, the curriculum in Simha was much more in-depth. There was more practical, hands-on experience at Simha which she knew she would enjoy.

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