A/N: Alright last update then I'm going to bed ahahaha! xD I couldn't wait to write this chapter. It was calling out to me like mayonnaise and fries *happy sigh*
Took eight chapters but here we go: Get ready, loves ;3
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"Maya! Where the hell are you?! I told you to wake up on time dammit! You're late!"
Maya winced, holding her phone away from her ear at the sheer volume of Missy's furious screeching.
"Chill. I have five minutes." She growled, already feeling a headache coming on. This day hadn't begun well, and Maya knew she would be in a pretty bad mood for the rest of it. "I'm walking to the office right now."
"Why is it so damn impossible for you to get to places on time?! Do you know how much trouble you frickin' cause me every time you do shit like this! I mean goodness gracious! How hard is it to wake up on time for something?! I asked you to do one thing. One. Damn. Thing. And you can't even do that and now I'm the one who looks bad in front of them because you can't get your fucking act together! I'm in a fucking bathroom Maya. A bathroom, yelling at you on the phone because for some reason, you are incapable of coming to places on time—"
Maya ended the call and dropped her phone in her purse with a roll of her eyes, deciding it would be better to just face her wrath later. She didn't have time for the lecture of her life right now. She groaned and clutched her file and papers tighter in her hand, hurrying as fast as she could in her pumps to the office she was supposed to meet the Friar parents in.
She'd tried to wake up on time. She honestly had, and Riley had even tried to wake Maya up before she left for her doctorate course, but it being Monday, and them having stayed up well past sunrise, Maya hadn't been able to wake herself up properly. When Riley reminded her she had a meeting to go to, Maya had exploded out of bed to get ready. Thankfully, Riley was able to give her a ride to about a block or two away from where Lillian Friar's law firm, Friar, Babineaux & Gardner, was located so if Maya just hustled and busted her ass, she'd be able to get there not too late.
Maya checked her watch, cursing under her breath when she realized it was already eight. She flipped through the documents in the manila folder in her hand, skimming them and making sure she had everything necessary for the contract. If she was going to be late, she better damn well make sure she was prepared.
And then she was nearly bulldozed over when someone rushed right by her, knocking into her arm and causing her to stumble forward. The papers flew out of her hands and scattered all over the sidewalk where some other patrons watched in slight concern. Maya stared at all her documents splayed on the sidewalk, shock on her face. And then hot rage bubbled up in her chest before she could even think to contain it and she snapped her gaze up to the tall man in front of her who had turned around and was staring at the papers on the ground.
"Crud… I am so sorry." he said apologetically, "I was in a rush because I have an appointment, and I woke up late—"
"Hey, asshole." Maya cut him off with a sharp glare. "Can you do me a favour and learn how to walk?"
He frowned and straightened, meeting her gaze with startled and somewhat offended sea-foam green eyes.
"Is that really necessary, ma'am?"
"Yes, you bonehead!" She gestured to the papers scattered everywhere. "I have to get all of these documents in order again, and this is a contract you frickin' Huckleberry. I can't very well show up to my appointment with a dirty contract, now can I? I'm a professional!"
He looked pretty taken aback, brows furrowed in slight annoyance.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to knock all your stuff down." He scratched the back of his neck. "The clinic I work at is nearby here. We have printers if you want to print another one."
"I don't have time for that." she snapped, "Just help me pick these up, dammit."
"Wow, really?" He scoffed incredulously, eyes narrowed, "You don't accept my apology, you insult me, I give you a suggestion to fix your problem which you then turn down, and on top of all that, you order me around. Could you be any more rude?"
"Could you?" she sassed, not even caring that people on the street were watching the ridiculous argument with barely concealed amusement, "Got your head so far up your ass that you can't even pay attention to who's in front of you?"
"It's not my fault that I didn't see you!"
Had he just…?
"Are you making a jab at my height?!" Maya snarled, "Because I swear I'll kick your ass so hard you'll have to shit through your mouth!"
"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?! I said nothing about your height! Why the fuck are you getting so mad?"
"You clearly implied it!"
"I did not!"
"Yes you did!"
He looked so absolutely fed up and bewildered by the entire situation that for a small second, Maya almost started laughing. Almost. Until she suddenly remembered how late she was.
"Fuck, I don't have time for this!" She threw her hands up in frustration, stooping to pick up some of the fallen documents. "Can you just help me get these up since it was your fault?"
He rolled his eyes and bent over as well, gathering the papers quickly.
"You know, you need a serious attitude adjustment."
He snapped back up after picking up the last one, and Maya wasn't exactly sure what happened, but one second, she was bent at the waist, trying to get rid of dirt on one of the pages of the contract, and the next, pain. Unbelievable pain shooting straight up her nose and between her eyes to the point where she saw lights dancing in her eyes. She staggered back, stumbled on her heels in a daze and landed on her ass on the pavement as her vision swam.
"Holy shit." He crouched next to her, gingerly holding her upper back and keeping her upright when she almost pitched backwards. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Her nose was throbbing, pulsing erratically, and Maya blinked slowly, trying to clear the green splotches in her gaze and reorient herself.
"What the hell…?" she muttered.
"You just got hit in the face. Are you alright?"
She glanced at him beside her, an eyebrow raised.
"What you mean is: your hard as fuck head collided with my nose."
He chuckled slightly, letting out a sigh of relief that she didn't seem to have any severe injuries.
"I have been told I'm hardheaded before." He joked, smiling warmly, "You need ice for your nose. Let me at least take you to the clinic. Can you stand?"
She wasn't able to answer, suddenly feeling nauseous, like a lot of blood was rushing to her head.
His brows lifted in alarm. "You're bleeding."
Maya knew. She smelled and tasted blood right as he said those words.
She brought shaking fingers up to her nose, touching the warm trickling dripping onto her upper lip. She pulled her fingers away zoning in on the red painting her fingertips. Blood. Maya knew the colour was draining from her face as everything spun, and she grew woozy. A cold sweat ran down her back and through her body. The noise in the street blurred and the sounds around her grew fuzzy and faded.
With a groan, darkness clouded her vision as the world tilted.
The last thing she saw was wide, concerned green eyes staring down at her.
