Smed was doing this. How did this happen? He took the test. He talked a good bit to who ever was in charge of this work study program service with the schools and wh worked with computer security. There was some fancy name he couldn't remember, but Zeke had taken him where ever he needed to go on campus.
"And then we'll have dinner some place nice with the girls tonight." Zeke sounded as if that was bonus. Of course, after all this was done, the lady told him as he was leaving, "We'll let you know in about 2 weeks." He guess he had to be thankful for that, but wasn't sure what he'd be doing, meanwhile. After all, he'd left his job. So had Megan.
An avalanche of guilt hit him. How could he have done such a thing? How? Naturally, he'd ignored phone calls from his brother and work too. Just as he was walking out of the building he got a threatening text from his brother than he was going to call the police if he didn't answer back. So Smed called.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" His brother's words were painful to hear.
"I'm-I'm trying to go to school here." Of course, he was thinking with all this high tech stuff that he should know before 2 weeks if he got the job.
"WHAT!" There Dolby went again. "Are you serious?"
"Yeap." Smed could only get out.
"This is Megan's doing, isn't it? If she wanted you to jump off a building, you'd do it for her, wouldn't you?" His brother was gruff.
"God, can you not talk about her that way. She's-" He thought she cared about him a lot more than his brother now. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." And he meant it too. It was time he stopped feeling sorry for himself. And accept the fact that he and Megan were together. It might be a rocky road ahead of them, but somehow, he was not coming home. Not anytime soon.