A Thin Line Between Love and Danger

Chapter 2

After looking at me, Bernal glanced back at Murphy. He then stares down at my bare body, which is covered by the shirt that I am holding in my hands. I begin to explain because I am concerned that he is going to get the wrong impression, but with a loud and unexpected burst of laughter, he interrupts me and stops me in my tracks.

He said, "Did you do that to him?" Murphy's head was the target of his pointing.

I gave a head shake. "When I screamed, he hit his head on the faucet," the witness said.

Bernal laughs even more and then reaches down to Murphy with his hand, pulling him out of the tub the rest of the way as he is still hanging there. "Okay, guy, you really need to have a drink. A treatment for hangovers," Murphy is pushed out of the restroom, and he follows after him, shutting the door behind him as he exits.

Despite my inability to move, I continued to hold my shirt close to my chest. This is the third time that something like this has occurred, which is a terrible fact. Each time, someone new and drunk passed out while they were in the bathtub. Before I undress myself from this point on, I will make a mental note to inspect the tub.

James!

James took the itinerary out of my pocket and unfolded it in order to locate the identification number for the room. I uttered onto the phone, "This is such a piece of garbage. "Three years ago, I received my degree from college. This is not something I signed up for so that I could get my schoolwork done.

Because of the loud laughter that Murphy lets out, I am compelled to move the phone a few inches away from my ear. He utters the words, "Boo fuc**ng hoo." Last night, I was forced to sleep in a bathtub all by myself. Take it easy, you guys. It is a requirement of the job to fill the position.

It is simple for you to say. A single lesson each week is scheduled for you to attend. Yes, I have three. Why did Young just offer you an opportunity?

"Perhaps I could give a better head," Murphy indicates.

In an effort to locate a match, I glance down at my schedule and then look up at the number that is shown on the door in front of me.

"I have to go. "The classroom is for Spanish.

James, please wait. His tone is darker and more solemn. After clearing his throat, Murphy is ready to give what he calls his "partner a pep talk." Since we began working together, I have been forced to endure them on a regular basis during our time together. He does not need to remind me of the reason we are here.

I am aware that I have a responsibility. It is my responsibility to finish the job that I am being hired to accomplish, which is to break the greatest drug network on campus in the history of the most prestigious college. In only the previous three years, the drug issue at the local institution has increased by a factor of ten hundred different times.

According to the rumors, Bernal Joseph is the only one responsible for it. The reason Murphy and I are here is to identify the major actors, which include Bernal and everyone else who is a part of his inner circle. Murphy and I are just a little part of this sting, but it is the small pieces that make up a vast whole, and each one of our jobs is very important.

Even playing the part of a college student who is trying to be one. Once more. I really wish that I had begun the semester the same week as everyone else in this class, but unfortunately, it took the department an extremely long time to get me set up in the system.

Murphy tells the guy, "Make an effort to make it fun." "Everything that we need is so close to being within our grasp... You will stay here for a maximum of two months. The days will pass more quickly if you find a hot piece of ass to sit beside during your downtime.

I gaze through the glass that is located at the entrance of the classroom. Despite the fact that there are just three seats available, it is almost completely occupied. My eyes quickly focused on a young lady who was sitting in the far corner of the room, near one of the chairs that was vacant.

During the time that she is resting her head on her arms, her black hair is sunk down over her face. She is now sleeping. When it comes to those who are always talking, I am able to sit next to those who are sleeping. I took a deep breath. I have already located a hot piece of assailant for me to sit by. After lunch, I'll get back to you with an update.

The conversation is terminated, and I swing open the door to the classroom while simultaneously turning down the audio on my phone. During my ascent of the stairs leading to the rear of the room, I lift the strap of my bag over my shoulder and continue my journey. I manage to squeeze by her and make my way to the vacant seat, where I then place my phone on the table and my rucksack on the floor.

The girl falls out of her sleep as a result of the sound that my phone generates when it collides with the solid wood. Instantaneously, she sits up, her eyes widening. Her eyes dart around the room, bewildered and agitated, and then she glances down at the notepad that is sitting on her desk. Taking the chair out of its hiding place, I sit down next to her. She gives my phone, which is sitting on the table in front of us, a sneer before turning her attention to me.

A glossy trail of drool can be seen flowing from the corner of her mouth all the way down to the bottom of her chin. Her hair is a complete and utter disaster. I am giving her a glare, as if I have just woken her up from the one and only minute of sleep she has ever had.

"What time is it?" Let me inquire. The Spanish textbook that I could probably memorize from memory is the one that I take out of my bag after bending down and opening it.

"Has the class passed?" As I place the book on the desk in front of me, she asks with her eyes concentrated on the book.

This "depends"

On what basis?

"On how long you've been passed out," I ask you for an answer. "I'm not sure which class you're here for, but this is the Spanish class that meets at ten o'clock," the instructor said.

As she sighs and runs her hands over her face, she lays her elbows on the desk in front of her and tosses them onto the surface. "For the last five minutes, I have been sleeping. Is that all there is? Slouching down and leaning back into her seat, she places her head on the back of her chair and falls back into her seat. "Are you sure you'll wake me up when it's over?"

As she waits for me to give her approval, she is staring at me. Putting my finger to my chin, I tap it. "You have a little something right here," the speaker said.