Her eyes narrowed playfully at him as he entered. “You're late.”
“My deepest apologies, Angeni,” Spock said, sitting down next to her. They were in the campus library. “I was conversing with my father.”
“Oh, well, I guess we should get right down to it.” Angeni's eyes held his for a moment and she looked away. She sniffed and turned to the pile of books on the table. They studied, taking notes and talking to each, randomly spitting out facts when they came across something that would be on the exam. It was the most human Spock ever felt. Although he knew everything they were reviewing, Angeni was not like him and still complained about only containing so much at one time. This was silly, because he knew she “aced” almost every test set in front of her.
As they got to the Species Study section and mating of different species, Angeni slapped the book shut.
Spock looked up, alarmed. “Angeni, are you feeling okay?”
“N-no. Spock.” The way she said his name made him stop what he was doing.
“Oh, I should have told you the first day we met!” Her voice broke on the last word.
She leaned into him, swallowing and trying not to cry. Spock held her, like a good friend would. “Tell me what? Angeni, please. What is wrong?”
And the tears came. “I don't know if you can take it.”
This made Spock slightly upset, though he did not show it. He could handle whatever was bothering her. “Angeni. Tell me. I don't care what it is. What is upsetting you? It is illogical to act like this.”
She breathed a laugh. “I love it when you use that word. 'Illogical'.”
“What is it?”
“The same thing that it was about when we met. When Brian passed out. You don't know what happened before.”
His brow furrowed. “Tell me,” he murmured.
She sniffed. “I walked into his dorm and found him and . . .”
He nodded encouragingly.
“And another woman embracing, kissing. I asked him what he was doing. He said nothing and told . . . her . . . to leave. When she did, she walked passed me and said, 'Burn in hell'. He tried to tell me it was her fault, but I knew him too well. She had agreed to it. Brian chased me back to my dorm and then in the corridor, I stopped to regain breath. He caught up with me, and, well, you know the rest.”
This confused Spock. An emotion he could never understand nor get used to. “So, you miss him?”
“No! Spock, I know your human feelings are rooted deeper than mine, but do you believe in Love At First Sight?” She didn't wait for him to answer. “I do, and when I saw that he was about to strangle you, and that you still defended me, I knew. I didn't tell you because I love you. I had to bear the last two months knowing that. Spock, the woman in the room with Brian was Nyota Uhura!”
“She was meeting Brian behind your back. What I did was wrong; I should have let you know before things had gotten so bad. What I did was out of love—and, and I hope she realizes how lucky she was, is.” And Angeni got up and ran from Spock's comforting arms, crying.
Spock was frozen with rage. He had given her all the love possible and she betrayed him. Uhura, who he thought was his, and only his. He got up from the chair he was sitting in and stormed across campus, searching for the girl he had loved.
He knocked on her door. When it opened, he saw his true love, standing there, smiling at him. Oblivious to what he knew. His human emotions were leaving the logic behind and he acted purely on instinct, abandoning the facts for a later time. Her dark hands rested on his neck and she kissed him lightly on the lips.
His fury became more and more, and he pulled away for her. “Nyota Uhura. How could you? How could you?”
Her face was full of confusion. “Do what, Spock?”
“Do not play your childish games with me. I know what Angeni Hallow saw that night, I know now why you have been sneaking off at dark. To visit him. I loved you.”
Realization dawned on her. He could see it in her eyes. But it didn't matter; she had said she loved him. She had kissed him so persuasively. But it was all gone. All a lie.
It was an hour later that he finally concluded that Angeni was at her dormitory. He was standing out side her door. “Angeni?”
“Go away. You do not want to see me like this.”
“Angeni, please. Will you allow me to enter?”
“No. Not now.”
“It is illogical that you would presume that I would not enjoy your company.” Spock was silently pleased that he sounded so composed.
The dormitory door opened. “You know I give in when you act so Vulcan.” She was standing there in her pale yellow silk night shift. Her eyeliner that she had worn that day was smeared from the tear lines. She sniffed and smiled half heartedly.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
She looked away. “I, um, don't think you would want to hear about it.”
He simply looked at her, his eyebrows raised. She was so fragile, so wrong.
“Fine,” she caved. “I hate her. HATE her. She did the worst thing possibly to you. How could she? Why would she? Doesn't she realize she is the luckiest woman on the entire planet—galaxy—universe—”
Her questions were much the same as his; infuriated and unanswered. Spock cut her off. “Angeni. Stop.”
Angeni turned to him, a grim ray of light in her eyes. “Don't you see?”
“See what?” Out of all the humans Spock knew, Angeni had to be the hardest to figure out. And it wasn't because he didn't fully understand the humans' overruling emotions, it was because she thought so much more differently than anyone else. It troubled him.
But she didn't answer. She grabbed his face and stretched up on her toes, kissing him enthusiastically. Spock froze, eyes closed. Not a few moments ago, he had been kissing Uhura. But Angeni was getting mad, he could feel it. “Fight, Spock. Fight! Do you want Uhura to have an advantage over you?”
And he didn't. But he was not going to become overwhelmed by the notion that Uhura did not want him the same way he wanted her. She stopped kissing him. “I'm sorry. I overreacted,” she murmured in a small voice.
“Human.”Her face brightened with a smile, then dimmed. Removing her hands from his face she blushed a deep, beautiful scarlet, and Spock felt a great force well up inside him.