I quickly left the library, I needed to. After that kiss I had shared with Max I was practically going nuts. It's not like I haven't been wanting to kiss him it's just the fact that it happened that I wasn't prepared for. Not to mention my previous boner with the girl, it had died down but with Max and the encounter it had rang back up straight away. I quickly ran into the nearest bathroom, hiding in any open stall and covered my face ashamed as I slid down the bathroom walls and onto the floor. I was so disturbed by myself and my own feelings. I can't believe I couldn't gain any control of myself. I kept thinking about Max and the kiss, it was all to much for me to handle right now. The way he got protective of me when that girl was invading personal space. The way his lips and piercings felt against my lips. It was truly all too much. I felt so embarrassed and suffocated like my heart was practically going to explode. I flinched hearing the door to the bathroom open. As I quickly climbed onto the toilet seat and picked up my legs. I heard a couple of steps walk in and heard two familiar voices talking to one another. I couldn't put my finger on it but he sounded so familiar.  It was my Professor and a strange man. I tried to ignore as I sighed softly before my breathe hitched when I heard " is anyone in here?" Mentioned by my professor. I heard a few footsteps before a brief pause to which the random man hummed "no I don't think so" he said as the professor sighed in relief. "Thank god" he said and locked the door to the restroom shut. I heard the sound of a lighter before the random man spoke "pass it over here". Eventually the bathroom begun to reek of cigarettes as I put my face in my sweater to filter the smell. I tried to inhale my cologne instead. If I left the restroom now the professor would threaten me to stay silent about the smoking incident considering he's not allowed to smoke in here. Then again he was on break and needed to smoke, he couldn't smoke on campus either, after all it wouldn't be professional.

The smell of cigarettes made me so queasy, ever since the brutal punishment of my father when he would put out his cigarettes on the back of my neck I've been so nauseous about it. I grew annoyed by the smell alone but what really topped it off was when they spoke. The random guy to which I assumed was another professor asked "anything knew about Bradley?" He asked. I wondered why they were talking about me? What the fuck? I froze and listened in. Ears heightening immediately. My professor sighed as he took a hit of his cigarette before speaking " he's hard at work, one of my top students. But he's been talking to a boy, Max Goof. The winner of last years X-games. I'm shocked they're talking considering Max and his father pretty much humiliated the poor boy" he chuckled as the other professor joined in. My heart squeezed in panic. No... not my professor.. please please please no... My heart dropping practically.... The other laughed "I know, I've been seeing them around as well" as the professor laughed "yep, you wouldn't believe it" he shook his head. " I don't... considering his father absolutely beat the shit out of him after losing last year.... That's insane" the other explained "beat him how?" My professor asked. " oh it was brutal.... He was shouting like a mad man and grew so infuriated by Bradley's silence that he grabbed a vase and smashed it over his head. It left Bradley with a bad scar on his head and stitches, I then saw him grab Bradley by his hair and slam his head into the wall before choking him out. That poor boy" the other said. But this confused me..... he saw? How... what?

That's when it hit me.... The voice did sound familiar... it was one of my fathers body guards.... He never really spoke to me but I've heard him speak a few times when I was younger. My heart practically stopped. Had he been following me around?? That's when the professor clicked his tongue " Bradley's father is a lunatic but I owe the man a lot. Even though I consider Bradley to be the son I never had his father is still my best friend and the one who's helped me through so many financial issues." My professor said. I felt misty eyed by that statement. Of course I thought of the professor like the father I've always wanted. Growing up with him around was the only thing that truly made my childhood. But the heart felt moment soon shattered instantly when the body guard sighed " I'm obligated to report back to the master everything I've seen or heard. To hear Bradley is falling in love is one thing. But to fall in love with the enemy Max Goof let alone talk to him is another. You better hope he comes out alive. After all the therapy session and now this counts up to three strikes and his father has already been informed on these things." The body guard said as I felt my world  shatter. A shaky breath was released from my parted lips as I quickly covered my mouth praying they didn't hear me.

I was relieved to find out they didn't and even more relieved when they eventually left the bathroom. I gasped for air only to inhale the second hand smoke. That and knowing that the three stories were up had brought me into a rising panic attack. My breathing  grew into practically a suffocation. I could feel myself getting light headed and shaky as I stood up grabbing onto anything that'll stabilize me. I tried gasping for air a little, it felt like I was breathing out of a straw. I needed fresh air immediately so I ran out the bathroom. I just ran.... And ran and ran and ran.... I didn't even know where I was going. I just needed the consistent rotation to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't fall into a panicked episode in front of the public.

I don't know how long I've been running for but by the time my legs grew sore enough, my sides cramped hard enough and I felt my stomach attempting to curl and vomit out what little nutrients I had. It had grown dark. I fell to the ground and laid on the side walk in some random park district? Valley? I didn't even know. But I was searing in pain practically. I sat up and I took off my shoe and sock and notice my feet bruised and blisters around it. I panted, all sweaty and exhausted as I stared at the bruises. I took off my other shoe and sock before I attempted to stand, despite the burning feeling of my feet. It felt like I was stepping on hot charcoals. I practically limped onto the grassy area. The crisp wind and the cold night hit my face so gentle. It was refreshing.

Regardless of such I could feel my panic still inside. When I limped over to the field a let myself fall into the grass as I rolled over staring up into the stars. I wanted my mind to be distracted by something. Anything so badly.

What I wanted most of all though....

I just wanted Max... he was such an amazing distraction, no matter how annoying he was, how aggravating he is. He still kept my mind off the terrible things that are to approach me.

Now this might sound idiotic but I closed my heavy eyes and fell right asleep there in the middle of who knows where. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up at this point.

When I did wake up, it's was around 3 am....

I was awoken to the sound of police sirens.