Iris - The Intended Series - Book 1(Reverse Harem, N.A, Brothers)

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

I made it to the bus stop with moments to spare. That's right, I was a senior and I took the bus to school. This wasn't out of choice but necessity. The school was too far to walk and because of the complexity of the injury to my leg, I was unable to drive a non-adapted car, which my uncle obviously refused to pay for. And without any friends to car share with I had no other option than to take the big yellow bus that was filled with obnoxious juniors playing music from their phones whilst doing stupid dances in a desperatte bid to become TikTok famous rather than study hard and make something of themselves.

Me? I wanted to become a physiotherapist and help people just like me to get back on their feet, giving them back their freedom. I had met some great people while going through treatment. They were the ones that talked me out of bed on the days where depression had me spiralling so deep that I was contemplating ending it all. When all had seemed hopeless, they were the ones that gave me the will to carry on, to fight another day. Which is what I wanted to do for someone else.

There was one physical therapist in particular that had helped me through the darkest of times and was the only one I trusted to let see the rawness that lived inside of me. Caleb. Everytime I say or think of his name it always comes out with breathless wonder. He wasn't just an amazing PT, he was also very attractive. From the first time I'd met him I'd developed a huge crush and if I was able to dream, I just knew that he would be in them. At twenty-two he was only four years older than me, or he will be when I turn eighteen in a few months. He was tall, around 6,3 with the muscle mass to back it up. He dwarfed my 5,3 but that came in handy whenever I fell. He would just scoop me up with his big hands, pull me against his chest and bring me back to my chair. Always stealing my breath whenever he did that and I think he knew because there was always a small smile on his handsome face as he walked away or that's what I had convinced myself anyway.

His sandy blonde hair was always pushed back from his face from running his fingers through it, an unconscious habit he'd always had since I'd met him. He had a strong jaw, with slight stubble around his luscious lips that just begged to be kissed. But as amazing as all that sounds, it wasn't the most mesmerizing thing about him. It was his eyes. His eyes were a deep emerald green that were so green they seemed to have a metallic sheen to them. And once you get lost in them, you could go missing for days. I've lost count of how many times he's had to draw me out of trance caused by his magical stare, much to my great mortification, especially when I saw how much it amused him.

I used to see Caleb every other day but since I'd been doing so well under his tutelage, I was now only scheduled every two weeks and this is the way it had been for the past six months. As I stared out of the bus window, my headphones blocking out most of the school bus meile, I brightened at the realization that we had a session booked in on Thursday. So not only did I get to miss school in the afternoon but I also got to spend two hours with caleb. It was pathetic how desperate I was for his attention. When I was around him it was the only time I felt something other than the numbness and anger that had wrapped itself around my soul.

My painkillers were starting to take effect and drowsiness was seeping into my bones as was usual in the morning, it was the reason I always brought a large travel mug filled with fresh black coffee with me when I left the house everyday. I sighed with contemptment as I took my first big drink. The bitter tang hitting my tongue and awakening my taste buds.

As I was about to take my second drink, a sharp pain flared at the back of my head surprising me and knocking my travel mug out of my hands and into my lap. I yelped in pain as blistering coffee spilled from the opening, covering my stomach and lap, burning the skin as my clothes began absorbing it. I stood out of instinct, momentarily forgetting the lack of strength in my right side and tumbling over, knocking the mug to the ground along with a Williams High standard issue football.