Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty One - No Angel 

- Martin's POV - 

One Hour Ago Narration 

"Fuck," I cussed to myself, tugging on the ends of my hair. Why do I have to be such an ass? I still cannot get the look of concern on her face out of my head. I cannot even pinpoint the reason I did snap the way I did. It just brought back so many... bad memories. Ones that somehow keep coming back to haunt me to this day. 

"What's wrong?" I looked over at Karlie. Her eyes were locked onto mine, an odd look in them. I groaned at myself for saying my thoughts out loud. 

"Nothing," I shrugged her off before turning my attention back down at, Maria? What in the hell is she doing? Hell, what in the fuck are we even doing here? It's Saturday. I need fucking sleep. 

"You all should be ashamed of yourselves!" her loud voice jolted me fully awake and I was now utterly confused. I heard Ray and Zac snicker beside of me, whilst Karlie and Kris stayed silent. 

"Dammit man, I knew something would go bad," someone had said behind of me. I did not recognize the voice, so I chose to not pay any attention to it. 

"We wanted to organize something special for you all and look at what you did!" her voice was raged with anger and I began to wonder what in world happened after I had left. I was tempted to ask Karlie, but I then remembered, she didn't go last night. 

I soon began to block Maria's voice out and let my eyes roam around the fairly large auditorium. For some reason, they went over to where Mads always sits. My jaw clenched at the sight of her being so close to that prick. 

Shit - wait, why do I even care? We are not even dating for fuck sakes. For one, I don't do dating, so this new thought was messing with my mind. Do I like her? Yes, obviously, but I mean legitimately like her. My brain goes into a stump and I try my best to push the thoughts out of my mind. And thankfully, someone did that very easily for me. 

"What's that smell?" Karlie's voice whispered and I ignored her but suddenly, the scent I think she was talking about, traveled to my nose. Shit. 

"Uh, what smell?" I said quietly back, not looking at her. I could sense her eyeing me. I had put the shirt on from last night and it smelt faintly of sweetness and largely of you know what. 

"I'm not an idiot, Martin," she scowled under her breath. "You're such a hypocrite," from the corner of my eyes, I saw her slump into the seat. 

"You so goddamn nosy," I muttered, shaking my head slightly. Just talking to this girl can give you a headache. 

"Says the one who barged into my room," my head whipped down to her and I couldn't stop my eyes from narrowing at her. 

"If I hadn't barged in, who knows what would have happened," I spat and she gave me a glare in return.