Y/n's life continues after the tragic event which lead her to her passion of law. She's ended up in NYU to study her passion trying to end up as a barrister to defend the people who can't defend themselves but would her professor get in the way due...
45 minutes and a dozen questions later we were able to go and the mugger was taken into custody leaving me and Liz walking home in silence.
"So how was your first day"she asks trying to distract me from the pain of the fight is causing me the ice pack from the coffee shop, not helping much.
"Uh- well it was good, I had film studies with professor Diaz she funny and really kind then before law I had my coffee spilt over me cause a boy ran into me but lucky me I had a t-shirt under neath, then I had law with Professor Olsen who's so boring and rud- ouch"I say getting interrupted when I get a hit on my arm lightly.
"That's for talking bad about me"she says with a stern face pretending to be mad but there's a smirk creeping its way up.
"I'm kiddinggg, she was really nice and funny, but she does have a strict side that nearly got used on me." I say seeing the stern look completely gone and now a smile present. "What about yours"I ask still remembering she had her first day back has well.
"My first class was good, they were quiet and got on with there stuff but they need some energy when answering my questions then secondly, I had another class which was good and answered my questions but theirs one student who is a pain in my ass and I can't seem to keep her away. She was a late and interrupted my lesson right when I was on about behaviour,shes going to get herself a detention if she's carry's on but she is really sweet"I listen to her words of 'can't seem to keep her away' which echoes in my head.
"I'm sure she loves the class and the Professor teaching it. What's her name"
"That's confidential"she jokes pulling me to the left seeing that her door.
"Come in, let me fix you up a bit"she says standing to the side of the open door. "It's okay I can do it at home"I suggest, not feeling ready to cross anymore boundaries than we have.
"It wasn't a question"she says giving me a glare and her signature head tilt making me give in walking into the house, standing awkwardly in the hallway.
"Follow me"she says walking in front of me, walking past her front room and kitchen, upstairs to her main bathroom.
"Up"she demands patting the bathroom counter. I comply, knowing I'm not going to win this argument at all.
"Lets sort this eye out"she says taking a wipe to start, wiping at the blood fallen from my minor busted lip before moving to the cream, applying it gently in circles under my eye relieving me off pain.
"Thank you" I say quietly has the distance between us in very slim, feeling her breath fan over me in occasions.
"It's the least I can do. Thank you for being brave enough to fight for me"she reply's rubbing my bicep.
"Of course I did." I say while flexing my muscles with a smirk. "So strong" she teases but her expression shows she was truly thankful I was there.
"I saw the hits you took on your stomach, do you want me to carry on" she asks walking around the bathroom cleaning up the bloody wipes.
"Might has well, if that's okay"I double check. "Of course"she says quickly with hesitation. I lean forward pulling my jumper over my head along with my T-shirt just leaving me with a sports bra.
"I can't remember you having tattoos."she says taking her finger, tracing the ink lines across my hip.
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