Hey hey!. What's going on?, and what do you think about this chapter, rewriting this was a lot of work, trying to fuse everything in seamlessly. The decision of stripping and her father's deteriorating health, without the interference of another character.......does that make sense?. Which version do you like better?, comment and let me know!. Love, Bee.
*Edited Breanna's POV She managed to slip out of the hospital to find Jeremy. It was the weekend, so if things were still as she left it, he would be working and that was her way in. If she was going to do this, she needed to be with the big people with fat bank accounts. She contacted him through social media and messaged him to meet her at a diner beside the town high school. "Lil sis!." He called out as he spotted her. Jack's friends always called her that, she was a younger sister to all of them. Jeremy was the biggest kid, so from eighteen he had been a bouncer, it started with little birthday parties and small high school parties. Before she finally left for Lakeside, she heard he was a bouncer for a big casino in town. He didn't go to university like Jack did, not many of his friends did. Some got requited to the army, some just stayed in town to continue family businesses - that was the biggest trend. A few attended a local college but that was it. "Jeremy." She stood
*Edited Maxwell's POV. Things were going well for the first few hours of the surgery, till it wasn't. She was fidgeting throughout, pacing the halls of the hospital, that she almost drilled a hole to the ground. He tried to keep her busy, for a while, they talked about his childhood, she laughed at some, but she stopped listening after a few hours. And then Steve messaged him and his stay in the hospital had expired. After making her promise to call him if anything happened, he left his number even though he was sure she wouldn't call and took the last train home. An online meeting started immediately and then ten excruciating long hours surviving on only coffee slipped by. The new lead, turned out to be helpful and soon enough they would be able to catch the bad guys. He tried hard not to remember what happened that night - the lives lost, the months and months of sleepless nights all for nothing, just because of one mistake. The next day, after class, they resumed the meeting w
*Edited Breanna's POV Breanna returned to town. She was utterly penniless, she had been absent from work for a few days and had missed two exams in school. Life was not at all going the way she wanted. She was being pulled in two different directions at once, and wasn't sure if she could keep up anymore. She received an email from the head of departments for her outstanding fees and that her presence was needed at campus. Grudgingly, she came back after making Nurse Gabriela promise to call her every night for updates on her father's health. She resumed life in Lakeside. The rest of the week had dragged on slowly, not that she could even withstand something else happening without running completely insane, all she did was go to classes, try to stay as out of notice as possible in all her classes, then go to work and back home. And repeat. One significant thing that had changed for Breanna recently was the use of her phone, before now, she was never the technology type, only when
*Edited Breanna's POV Finally, he blinked twice and nodded, backing away from the table, Breanna was tempted to let out a huff of breath she had been holding, but refrained, wanting him to be as far as possible before she did so. Then his next words made her hiccup. "I'll wait." He said softly, she almost died, her throat tightened, chocking silently on her own breath, she felt her face redden. It was easier to talk to him over the phone, but now that he was here, it felt weird. He was the infamous Professor Caines, that was as tough as nails, secretly evil judging by the frown he wears and hates his students with passion. "Are you sure sir?." Breanna asked, but he was already making his way to the siting area. "Yes, Ma'am." He teased. "She might take a while." Breanna tried to persuade him again. "Then I've got good company." He sat down, pulled off his cloak. She didn't really want to understand his words, he surely couldn't be referring to her as "good company" She had ex
*Edited Breanna's POV She threw out lightly with a yawn. "There is no such thing." He said almost immediately. "Of course there is, I fell from my bed once and twisted my ankle, I have never walked by a soccer field or a football field and not get hit by a ball, one time I got hit on my nose, I thought it broke!." She muffled a laugh at the memory, he didn't smile but his green eyes lit up like she had noticed it to do when he found something slightly interesting or funny. "My nose turned black, and I had to wear a cast over it for weeks." Breanna found herself talking a lot with him than she normally would with any other person, or maybe it was because she was trying hard ignore that they were going to spend the entire night in a cold examining room. He didn't seem like a easy person at first to talk to, with stories of him being the devil's reincarnate circling around campus every now and then. He was the very first professor in the entire history of Charleston to have only
*Edited Maxwell's POV He woke up to a jiggling at the door, followed by the soft padding of feet and a low murmur. His butt felt numb for some reason as he tried to study his environment. He tried to lift his hands and realized he wasn't alone. His eyes burned as he tried to pry them open, as day light seeped in through the window, he let out a grunt, shielding his eyes with his other free hand. Her large brown hair was sticking out every where as her face fell into his chest. He hated being touched, especially by people he didn't know, but he barely knew this girl and her touch didn’t repulse him. He looked around and remembered they spent the night at the clinic, he let out a breath, trying to stop his smile as he remembered how the night went. But his smile was short lived when he noticed his jacket on her and why she was in his arms in the first place. He reached in quickly to feel her face and her neck, but her temperature felt normal. She suddenly started to burn up in th
*Edited Breanna's POV When he said 'Let me drop you' she was not at all prepared for it to become a regular thing, but since then, at the end of her shift, he was there, waiting outside the clinic in his black Escalade, even when he wasn't in the clinic, for his 'session' with Dr Robinson. The rides were nothing but awkward silences and forced conversation, but he didn't give her an option of declining, and even with her rude persona she was still very much scared of him. And she didn't mind cutting the cost of taking buses back home. She was wary because, she didn't know the reason for his sudden friendliness, so there would be no reason for him not to turn her worst enemy. And yet, she had slowly become used to him dropping her off from work, but she was not prepared to bump into him on a Friday night in spring break. Breanna finished with her classes pretty late and stayed hours at the library afterwards, stuffing loads and loads of books in her head and by the time she was th
*Edited Breanna's POV Breanna decided to not let the tickets go to waste, since it was happening in Lakeside. After hours and hours of staring at the ticket as it laid on her work table. After two rounds of 'Should i? or should i not?', she finally got ready. Although she preferred soccer, it has less bumping and tackling, she was well versed with football. Her high school had a very successful football team that many prestigious universities came to scout every year, so she spent a lot of time watching high school football. Instead of a baseball hat, she wore a beanie, an oversized black tee shirt and a pair black of leggings. She didn't tell Professor Caines if she was coming or not, so she didn't expect to meet him, mid hotdog bite right outside the huge stadium. He was wearing a football jacket with the number eleven on it over greyish-black concert tee that read "No Rules" and a pair of black jeans, so that they were sort of matching. The shirt hung to his body almost lik