𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 {𝐇.𝐒}

:II:

"Excuse me ma'am, but you'll need to schedule an appointment." Christy at the reception desk tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"Chris, it's me, Brianna."

"Wha-, OH MY GOD YOU CUT IT ALL OFF!" She screams, feeling the silk strands in between her fingers. "You look so hot and older and-" I raise my eyebrow at her and she laughs before continuing. "Not saying you were ugly or something before, but this is a major change. What'd you do with the hair?"

"I put it in a box and it's sitting in my car right now, and I'm going to donate it after I get out of here. Speaking of, how busy has it been?"

"Five clients since this morning. But there are three in the back right now and one in the waiting room and he's all yours. He also specifically requested you."

Specifically requested me? Who the hell-

"Wait, Professor Clinton's letting me practice on a patient already?" I ask, confused.

"Yes, and he said it's because you have shown such great improvement and you're the best in his class so this opportunity is solely for you since you're his favorite."

I walked to the makeshift office that is for Professor Clinton's students that he absolutely trusts and adores so that we can use it for appointments. 

I make myself comfortable and then get myself together, waiting for Chris to call the man into the room to start his appointment. I'm just tryna figure out who in the hell requested an appointment with me solely, even though I'm only a student. I should asked for his name and that's when I begin to call Chris to ask for his name until three soft knocks sounded at my door.

"Come in!" 

When I saw who walked into the door, I nearly fainted. But my blood boiling angrily in my veins kept me from falling to the ground when his little smirk played onto his face.

"Brianna."

"Harry."