Damaged Beyond Repair (Student/ Teacher) ✔️

Chapter 1- Alana

Authors Note*

Please note that this is Non-edited. It's a first draft and my first novel, written back in 2013 when I was still very young.

It is Not a slow burn romance, because the story focuses more on the conflicts and the character developments, kindly bare that in mind while you read on. I know it is a bit fast paced in the start, (cliche and SUPER cringy in the beginning)  but if you decide to stick around and once you get past 10 chapters or so, I assure you that you will enjoy the twists :)

For all those Silent Readers: Guys, It would really mean alot to me if you could take out some time to Vote every chapter you read and comment telling me your thoughts.

 

Happy Reading! 

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Chapter 1

The alarm blared in my ears, threatening to deafen me. I raised my palm to my face to shield myself from the sunlight pouring out the windows. I glanced towards the clock sitting beside the night stand

Holy SHIT!

It read 9:00 am, and I was still under the covers, late for my first lecture on the first day of my college. I got ready in a matter of fifteen minutes, not bothering to apply mascara or whatever, running a hand through my hair in a hurry. I'd already packed the stuff I needed the night before which was a relief. Next thing, I grabbed for an apple from the dorm lunch room, ignoring the irritated yell from the lunch lady hounding me to sit and eat. I ran out the dorms to the university building on the opposite side of the road. The last thing I wanted to do was make a bad late comer impression on my professors which would take me an eternity to wipe clean.

I pushed through the massive campus gate, and into the never ending campus garden which was also being surrounded by facility blocks from every possible direction. Tough looking guys played soccer on the left side of the field. Groups of other kids remained settled on the stadium steps with books lying open on their laps, eyes watching the game. You get the drift?

I ignored all the chaos and entered the building, the class list ruffled in my fingers. Some people smiled at me, some even offered me a wave, and others refused to acknowledge my existence.

I scanned the surroundings, looking for the familiar face that was supposed to be here before me, the guy who was usually misunderstood as the possessive boyfriend. He was the guy who pushed me off from the swings when we were five, just to see the dirt smack in my face. If you haven't guessed yet, then I'll tell you. Chez was a childhood friend from back home in Ridgewell. He arrived here in Carmel University six months prior to my arrival. I retrieved my phone out of the pocket and sent him a quick text asking him where he was.

Chez did not respond right away, so I figured he would be snoring face down on the floor. Yep. I said the floor. That's what he did when he snored and rolled all over the bed in a peaceful slumber. A habit since he was six. After a few minutes of no show, I did what I do best which is nag-call him until he was forced to answer.

Fifteen minutes and his phone probably had twenty missed calls and ten text messages. I had it all figured out pretty fast. I walked to class reluctantly, not conscious of the direction I was headed in.

I mean come on. The place was Shit huge.

To my utter relief, the phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked it.