LOGINCHAPTER TWO
Chris’ Point of View
“Would it be alright if I came by your place later?” I asked Hailey.
“No, I have a lot to do today and can’t find the time to just roam around,” Hailey stated.
“Roam around? Hailey, we haven’t seen each other in months and you don’t seem disturbed about it,” I noted.
“Of course I worry about it but unlike you, I can keep my emotions in check,” she retorted.
“Don’t you miss me?” I asked.
“I do, every minute of the day, I am just so busy with work. I don’t expect you to know since all you do is sit at home all day and look at your laptop…” she started to say.
“I am a travel writer, Hailey,” I corrected.
“Still the same thing. Now, I have to get back to work now while you continue to look at your laptop. Maybe, try finding a real job today, eh?” she added with a scoff.
“I have a real job Hailey. This is what I love to do. I hoped that you will understand passion seeing as you put everything into your work as much as you do and…” I was saying and the line went off.
“She hung up on me,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head.
I wondered what it was that bothered her. I knew she loved me, I was sure of it. She just must be going through a lot of things these past couple of months. Perhaps I should surprise her, help her get out of this mood. Surely, she can’t be avoiding me for nothing and visiting her can’t cause any harm, can it?
“Ah, I will just go see her,” I finalized.
“I’m coming for you Hailey. Just you wait for me,” I yelled to no one in particular but my empty room.
The doorbell rang. “Who can it be?” I questioned.
“Give me a minute,” I said.
“Jake, I didn’t know you were in town, you should have called me,” I said, hugging him.
“Well, I didn’t know you’d be in town either seeing as your job requires you to always be on the road,” he stated.
“I haven’t had much of a job in months now. I fear I’m going to be bankrupt one of these days. When that happens, I will be reaching my breaking point and God help me if I know what happens after.”
“You shouldn’t have thoughts like that, I have some goodnews,” he said with a smile.
“Let’s hear it then. Lord knows it’s been a long time since I had any goodnews,” I said, a small smile passing my lips.
“You remember me telling you about a boxer I met during one of my travels?” he asked.
“Yes, I do remember you telling me about it. You were very excited when you met her and talked about it for days,” I affirmed.
“That is by the way. I must have chipped in your name a few times during one of our conversations and she just reached out, saying they might need your services,” he explained.
“What exactly am I supposed to do?” I asked, wondering why a boxing agency would need me for anything at all.
“I’m not sure but you are supposed to attend their events and probably write a thing or two about it.”
“But I am a travel writer. What part of my job description do you not understand?” I inquired.
“It feels the same to me. Look, who cares anyway? A writer is a writer for all I know,” he added.
“Well, you’re going to call her back…” I started.
“I knew you would love it.” He shrieked.
“Let me finish. You are going to call her back and tell her that I won’t be taking the job for the agency and they should be looking at other alternatives,” I corrected.
“Why?” he asked.
“Why? You don’t even know what I do, yet, you claim to be my friend. And you sit there and ask me why?” I yelled, trying to keep my voice down or maybe I was trying to calm myself down.
First it was Hailey, then Jake. I was surrounded by people who didn’t care or knew what it was I actually did for work.
“Look man, I am sorry about that. Forget everything I said and look at the brighter side,” he noted.
“What brighter side is there to it?” I questioned.
“The fact that you need this job more than anything right now. You said it yourself, you are going bankrupt and don’t know what will happen to you when you reach your breaking point. You shouldn’t reach your breaking point before you reach a decision. Besides, the weigh-ins is tomorrow. All you have to do is just go there and check it out. If it doesn’t suit your taste, you can back out,” he finished.
I was mute for a few seconds. I knew he was right. I needed this job very much, anything to get me out of this state or the state I was currently in. And who knows, maybe Hailey would see me in a new light when she finds out about this.
“What time tomorrow?” I asked Jake, finally giving in.
“Yes. I knew I could get you to do it. You owe me one and make sure not to forget me when you start rolling with all those celebrity boxing champions,” he stated.
“You wish,” I added with a scoff.
“How’s Hailey doing?”
“I was about to go pay her a surprise visit before you stormed in.”
“Surprise visit? Is it her birthday or your anniversary?” he asked, wide eyed.
“No, I just feel like she’s been hiding something from me,” I noted.
“Then, trust your instincts and don’t pay her that visit,” he warned.
“Too late, I already made up my mind.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jake added and reached for the door.
“Hi, I’m here to see Hailey…” I began as I spoke with the receptionist. It felt weird to do this but I had to.
In my hands was a bouquet, not like she would appreciate me bringing her flowers anyway. A small smile passed my lips when I remembered when I had to force her office address out of her. She had said she wanted to keep our relationship private for reasons I could not quite understand.
“The Hailey?” she asked.
“Yes, why?” I inquired.
“Who are you?” she retorted.
“Well, I am her…” I was saying before she cut me off.
“Never mind, I’m guessing you’re someone of no importance to her then or she would have told you,” she stated.
“Tell me what?” I asked. At this point, I was clearly confused.
“She took her leave to go on a vacation with her boyfriend,” she blurted out.
CHAPTER THIRTY -CHRIS POINT OF VIEWMy heart hardens but I tried all my best to hide it.I'm selfish! She is for her future and the best for her.My brows hiked upwards as I regarded her with open curiosity, noticing the familiar nervous habit of her teeth worrying at her plush lower lip."The conservatory programs?" I repeated, digesting this tidbit with no small measure of pride. "Babe, that's incredible! You know how insanely competitive that admittance process is – you should be walking on air right now!"Hailey's face blossomed into a radiant smile at my enthusiastic response, only for the expression to falter slightly a heartbeat later."The only... the only snag is... well, shit – it's in LA, Chris." She winced, averting her gaze as if bracing herself for an outburst or disappointment to cloud my features. "If I take it, we'd have to do the long-distance thing for at least a year while you finish up your senior courses. And you know how demanding and intensive that program is,
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE -CHRIS POINT OF VIEW"Animal in the sack..." The mocking words replayed in a malicious loop as I paced the cramped confines of my studio apartment, the discarded groceries forgotten on the sagging futon.I paused, running my hands through disheveled locks as I wheeled towards the laptop again."Okay, Chris... deep breaths," I murmured, flexing my fingers to dispel the lingering sting from when I'd pounded the wall."Time to learn more about this Miles asshole and what horrors he inflicted on Megan."The search engine was already loaded, so I simply punched out the name, the web exploding with an avalanche of results.My eyes boggled at the sheer volume - movie premieres, charity galas, People Mag covers – all glossily depicting the same chiseled, generically handsome face with an oily smile plastered on."Holy shit..." I swallowed hard against the lump of indignant revulsion creeping up my throat. "This Miles character is like... the quintessential douche-bro cele
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT -CHRIS POINT OF VIEWI stormed down the cracked sidewalk, Jake's car peeling away behind me. "A woman boxer?" I spun on my heel; jaw clenched. "Why didn't you just say that, Jake?"He leaned out the window with that insufferable smirk. "Where's the fun in that, writer boy?" He mimicked Megan making my cheek blush."This isn't a game!" I snapped. "You made me look like an idiot in there."Jake's smile only widened. "Relax, she ate it up. Megan loves throwing people off-balance." He winked. "Consider it an initiation." He smirked. "She loved you!" He winked.The car roared off before I could protest further. I growled under my breath, fists balling as I watched his taillights disappear around the corner. "Some friend you are..."....I slammed the apartment door, tossing my jacket onto the crooked coat rack. "A woman boxer..." I shook my head, dropping onto the sagging futon with a huff.Interesting.Running a hand through my disheveled hair, I booted up the old l
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN -MEGAN POINT OF VIEW"Okay just an hour!" I slide the phone back in my pocket.Inhaling the cool morning air, it felt refreshing after the frustration I had been feeling.And with every step I take, I could feel the tension leaving my muscles.I turned the corner onto the riverside trail, enjoying the peace and quiet of the almost empty path so early.Up ahead, I saw a familiar figure stretching on one of the creaky benches overlooking the water.Josh looked up as I got closer, grinning from under his worn baseball cap."Well, well, if it isn't the famous Megan Williams herself!" he said teasingly as he stood up straight. "What brings you out here?"I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, grateful for his irreverent ability to instantly defuse any lingering tension.Josh had been my closest friend for as long as I could remember - the one steady, stabilizing force who never wavered or faltered, no matter how chaotic the currents of life got."Can it, you jackass," I sho
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX -MEGAN POINT OF VIEW"Rise and shine, kiddo."Jane's rough voice broke through the phone, shattering my peaceful sleep.I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, trying to hold onto the last bit of blissful rest for a few more moments."Don't you dare hit that snooze button," she grumbled, like she could read my mind."Trust me, you'll want to prepare yourself before turning on the TV." She warned."What's now?" With an annoyed groan.I opened one heavy eyelid and squinted at the bright red numbers on the alarm clock.5:13 AM.For Goddamn Sake!Only Jane would consider this ungodly hour an acceptable time to start psychologically tormenting me."Just get your leathery old ass over here and spit it out," I grumbled, shoving upright and scrubbing my hands over my face. "Unless the building's on fire, nothing could possibly be disastrous enough to merit this level of sadism."An ominous pause stretched between us, dense with unspoken weight.When she finally responded, her ton
CHPTER TWENTY-FIVE -MEGAN POINT OF VIEWPresent"Well, that's my cue," I said to Chris with a lopsided grin as Jane stuck her head in the doorway."You coming or what? We have much to do today!" she barked leaving me behind.I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "Yes, mother. Give me a sec." Turning back to Chris, I clapped him on the shoulder. "Stay out of trouble while I'm gone, writer boy. I expect you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for our next session."A faint blush crept up his neck, but he met my gaze steadily. "I'll do my best to contain my wild ways until you return," he deadpanned.I chuckled low in my throat. "That's what I like to hear." With wink, I walked away following a muttering Jane."Ah! Finally, there you are!" A voice made me stopped!"I looked all over for you," she added with smile."Miss Williams! It's an honor." She leapt to her feet, practically vibrating with excited energy. "I'm Lilly Carson, your new assistant."My eyebrows hiked upwards as I took in her petite







