Hey hey!. What do we think?, this was definitely an easy chapter to edit. I personally love all Skittle, but my sister likes only the purple and i just thought to incorporate it. See ya later!. Love, Bee.
*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
*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
Trigger warning: This chapter contains stroing language and references Breanna's POVBreanna kicked the door close behind her, with a thundering heart.All her efforts to not be bothered by him came to no avail, she even made sure her hotel was far on the other side of town to his house. She refused to leave her hotel room unless it was absolutely necessary.The number of times she thought she had seen him in the last few days was disturbing. Every where she would turned to, someone was dressed similar, was as tall, had same tone of hair and the most annoyingly, his large black Escalade!. Everyone seemed to have one now.But it was inevitable, they still had things to work out, it was clear after their conversation that they needed to now more than ever.He was still under the impression that there was anything left between them. She had long moved on, sure she still had feelings for him, those feelings don't automatically disappear, but she had no intention of rekindling anything the
MAX'S POVThere were times when it'd cross his mind that she'd return and never want anything to do with him again in her life. That he came into her life to cause her more pain than she was already experiencing early on in life.Still, Maxwell didn't think it'd be as heart wrenching as it was hearing her loud silence.It's true what they say. You never know what you have till you've lost it. He thought to himself. And now he had lost a precious gem. Would he ever be able to move on from this lose this time around?.Amidst his deep depraving thoughts Breanna replied."When I left, it was too hard to maintain." She began in a dry, cracking voice after a prolonged silence. His eye brows creased together, trying to understand her words. But as she tried to speak again, more tears filled her eyes."My hair." She motioned clearing her throat. His eyes following her every movement. "So I cut it all off, and when it began to grow, I wanted it out of the way so it was just easier to just strai
MAX'S POVMax brought a peach up to his nose for a quick sniff before dropping it into his cart as he continued his walk down the isle. As promised Martha, he planned a small dinner for the family, Cece and Steve, Petra and her husband, for a simple dinner and maybe poker.Only one problem to hosting his family, cooking. He took a left turn remembering where the spice isle was, as he came into the opening, the smell of fresh basil, paprika and other spices he could not pronounce hit his nose. But that was barely the surprise, his eyes lifted up, following the shadow of the person at the other extreme end of the isle, he stopped dead in his tracks.Standing there at the other end was Breanna. Just as beautiful as she was last night in his dreams. Her melanin skin seemed to have gotten a tan, glowing under the supermarket led lights. Her slicked back in a low ponytail."Hi." She waved dropping a bottle of honey in her basket."Brie." He called out to be sure he wasn't seeing things. A fe
MAX'S POV"Thank you all for making it tonight!." Cece said through the microphone from the large podium as a loud cheer ensued with clapping. Maxwell looked around the large room, pleased at the turn out of the night.He certainly did not expect this many people for the award, then again, many people have contributed to the cause and he was proud to be a part and one of the founding members of it. After the kidnap and the whole drama, Maxwell finally realized something.That in every career he ever chose, one thing was prevalent, helping people. At first it began as an act of revenge against the people that killed his grand father, but then along the way he met amazing people, in amazing circumstances that helped shaped his life and shift his focus.Sure he could have realized these things without the deaths and immense pain and hurt that came with it, but he was grateful for it all. Not many people had the privilege of being as successful or comfortable as he was early in life. Plus
*Edited Breanna's POV "Go home Breanna!." Ada shouted, pulling the large clear bag from her hand to drop it by a pile of other identical bags in the warehouse. "Ada!." Breanna cried, staring at her now empty hands. "Don't give me that look, you need to go pack." "We still have to sort out a whole truck of gift bags for the volunteers, there is so much to do." Breanna moved past her quickly, grabbing a cardboard box with random things sticking out of it. "We've got this, you have a flight in six hours, Breanna." Ada dropped the Ipad in her hand on the table to pack her sultry ginger hair into a bun. "Me, Wendy, O, and the girls have got this, all you have to do is go collect more money to keep this going." She pointed round the huge space. Standing in the middle of a large mess of stuff tossed everywhere, Breanna heaved. After the just concluded Africa outreach, they were left with hundred and thousands of gift wrapping and souvenir hand-outs to the volunteers that helped from
Maxwell's POV Three years later. Maxwell dropped to a squat, breathing heavily as he stopped before the huge statue in the middle of Grand park. Sweat trickled down his chest, soaking through the spandex material of his shirt. Bear caught up with him barely a second later and he smiled, scratching the dog behind his ears as reward. He checked the watch on his hand to stop, the timer with a grin. Beating his own record the third time in a row again in the month. After catching his breath a second longer, he called for Bear and they began their run back to the gym. After everything went to ruin three years ago, he quit his job with the University and with the CIA. He took his time to himself and finally handled all his issues with anger and the hurt he had bottled up for years, this time he didn't spiral out of control. He didn't know much about Breanna's whereabouts but he knew she wasn't missing or in any danger, that much was good enough. A long work out and shower later, his pho
*Edited Breanna's POV A month later. ( Right after Don's arrest not after Ma's two months, if that makes sense. ) "Thank you so much Dean Hansen." Breanna smiled as she shook his hand. He gave her a curt nod once and returned her smile as she left his office. Kenzie caught up just her just as she exited the building, teary eyed. Without a word, she pulled her into a hug. Breanna laughed. "I'm going to miss you so much." "I'm not leaving the earth Kenzie." Kenzie was about to retort when the sound of Jessica honking her horn interrupted them. "That's my ride." Breanna said to her friend. They already had a girls night and said their goodbyes because Cece was travelling with her boyfriend. So naturally, Breanna didn't prepare for another emotional farewell. "Call me once your plane lands okay?." Kenzie said, releasing her from the hug. Breanna nodded. "I said I wasn't going to cry." Kenzie cursed, wiping the corner of her eyes with her fingers. "Kenzie…" Breanna hugged her aga
*Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell took a much needed two months leave from the university, his bullet wounds almost turned lethal because he ignored it for too long. But between making sure Breanna was okay and all the court shindig, he barely had any time for himself. Breanna relatively stayed away from him, and he couldn't blame her. She didn't return his calls, and was never home or at work every time he went looking. Her friends also did a good job at hiding her. Petra decided to become professional for once in her life and threatened to get a restricting order on him if he dropped by the clinic again. Martha also said Petra refused tell her anything when she asked. And Jessica who would have been of help, quit her job once again and left Lake Side. He later found out Breanna dropped all her psychology courses weeks after being discharged from the hospital, the Dean had called to ask him why one of his most promising students decided to drop all her courses. He stuttered all throug
*Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell jerked awake, a grunt leaving his dry chapped lips as pain shot through his sides. He heaved a sigh of relief as his eyes found Breanna asleep on the hospital bed. Breanna had been right about the Bee factory, her tip was enough for the police to track the phone's IP adddress. He was not supposed to be there, it went against every work ethic, but there was no option of not going. It was not possible. Steve had to stow him away in the van of the CIA officers convoy on the condition that he stayed in the car and not interfere because his dad had talked to the DO to make sure he stay at home. Tech guy Zayn, as they called him now, was quick to find the previous owners of the factory since it had been sold about ten times over the years. The previous owners give them the original blueprint of the bee factory and access to CCTV footage of the bee factory of cameras that were still working anyways, in under 30 minutes. Perks of working with the CIA and Loca