next Best Thing

Gomes POV —

Frankly speaking, for a long time now, I had watched from afar and bided my time carefully, using the opportunity to attend to other things. The truth was that I didn't care about some girl I had slept with in university. For one thing, we all could agree that it was a huge mistake. And I meant it when I said that I had a lot better things to do with my life than to throw away my future and father a child.

It wasn't about being caring; it was about priorities. And then, I was wise enough to make the firm decisions to survive. I wasn't ready for the responsibility. There was too much at stake, too much to achieve, and I couldn't throw all that away. I would never be happy, and neither would she.

So I did the next best thing.

I made her hate me so that she would go away. It worked, but she was too weak. She broke under the pressure and forgot that she was on a freaking scholarship. Scholarship students weren't allowed to slack. They certainly were not supposed to carry teena