Okay, so Maxwell is definitely hiding something right?. What do we think it is?. I personally love that we are seeing more of Maxwell and his friendship with Previously Julliard, now Petra. If you agree, comment, I AGREE!, those that don't hold your peace!. Ha ha. Like, comment, leave a review!. Love, Bee.
*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
*Edited This chapter contains use of strong language and reference through out. Maxwell's POV Driving home from the game, he couldn't help the smile on his face. He actually had fun for a game he didn't even want to go. He hadn't done anything 'fun' in ages. It was always work, sleep, work some more and sleep. It almost made him miss being a boxer, being on the road, the thrill, the excitement. But boxing was something he could never go back to, not professionally anyway, he had found other things to live for. And he enjoyed the quiet life more and helping people without cameras in his face. The next day, feeling very nostalgic, he decided to hit the club. The last time he tried to get laid, even though he was undercover, he ended up in an ambulance. He needed to release a whole month of pent up sexual tension. He decided to go to a friend's Pub in town, the guy had been begging him for months to come check the place out since it opened. But with the new lead they thought they
*Edited Breanna's POV Weeks later Drives with Professor Caines were awkward at first, with tension filled car, and forced conversations, but slowly, things became more relaxed and they actually became less strangers ad more friendly. After her shift at work, he was waiting to take her home, after classes, he was also there to take her home or to work. She didn't miss not having her car, but it also made her worry that she was being too dependent on him, what happened on a day he couldn't pick her up?. The football game gave them something to bond over, and having grown up with boys and no friends, she watched a lot of ESPN and was very familiar with a lot of sports. Forced conversations, became discussions of different sports, from football, soccer, basketball, baseball, cricket and even boxing. And when they weren't talking about sports, there was music. Jack owned every old time band record there was, rock, pop, R&Bs, country and turns out, he loved old school music. He in
*Edited Maxwell's POV After his sweet nightmare, Maxwell decided to talk to someone, that was not his therapist who was already probably planning a wedding for them. The first person that came to mind was Steve, he had known the man for a while and Steve never sugar coat things, so he called him out for a few drinks. Steve arrived to the bar a minute after he did, sitting at the very back, in what seemed to be a tacky VIP section. Since his drastic lifestyle change, Max didn't really like going out to clubs or bars, he liked to stay far, far away from alcohol as possible, so this was a rarity for him, but he needed to talk to Steve, away from work. Alcohol started when he was still a boxer, he would 'threat' himself as he often called it after every win and throw a party with those he used to consider friends and squander a lot of money, drinking themselves to stupor. Then some how, a little coke came, at those parties, before he threw himself back into training for another big
*Edited Breanna's POV She was about to ask how he found the place, but she was silence by a drop of water on her cheek. Wiping off the water with one finger, she looked up into the sky as more drops followed. She turned to find him already looking at her and without a word, they scampered to their feet. The rain seemed to be faster, falling in hard drops, Breanna let out a yelp, covering her head with her arms as he grabbed the lantern. Thankful for leaving her shoes on, she ran ahead of him with a shriek, it wasn't hard to find her way back since there was only one path that led there, but she did stumble on some stones and pebbles. Thunder clapped in the skies, lighting her path, but it came at a cost as the rain poured, before they made it back to the car they were drenched. "Ah." She screamed at the loud thunder that followed, almost jumping from her skin. He started the car before he was even seated and made an illegal drift, speeding off. "Oh, my goodness!." She shifted
*Edited Breanna's POV "I would have offered my special, Avocado toast," He began with a lopsided smile. "But I'm out of Avocados," He paused and bit his lip. "And bread." Breanna laughed. "So what do you have?." He walked to the kitchen as if unsure himself. She followed with a slight bounce in her steps. "Microwave pop-corn, eggs, ready-made cookie dough, oranges and Broccoli." He listed off. Breanna frowned again at the odd combination of food. "Pop-corn?." "Cookies and pop-corn." She mused watching him walk away. She began with the cookies, all they needed were a little bit of flour and toppings, they were already cut out. She had just figured the oven out when a phone suddenly rang. She immediately reached for it, thinking it was hers, when she remembered, hers was on the couch. They had the same ring tone. He appeared a second later and she froze. "I have the same ring tone." She managed to blurt, immediately the heavy pads of his feet reached her ears, but the next wo
*Edited Breanna's POV The ride to her house was silent. The air so tense, a knife could cut through it. Breanna wasn't sure what happened. She woke up in the bed of his guest room again, despite having no recollection of going there. Once again looking like a wild lion having slept in wet hair. Last she remembered was the kiss they shared that left her lips swollen. Not expecting the cold shudder he gave her the next morning, but didn't comment on it. He was a man of few words after all. After a quick murmur of greetings, she got dressed in her previously wet clothes, which was now clean and dry. She assumed he washed and dried them overnight. He was a early riser, didn't mean he enjoyed it by the frown etched to his face, but his body was conditioned to be awake, unlike her. She didn't know what was going on in his head at the sudden behavior directly contrasting how his hands roamed her body. And his face wasn't saying much either, but one thing was clear. If she couldn't r