Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(21) Hate the way he smiles

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"I'm not enjoying this."

Max groaned again, spinning on my chair. "We haven't even got to the second verse. We only need two of them. Just, a few more minutes."

I shook my head, dropping my face into my bedsheets.

We were at my house, in my room. Surprise, surprise. 

It's Friday, the day after I fell asleep at the cafe, again. The cafe was packed, filled with people so we couldn't stay. Max'd mentioned that his place was not allowed so we were stuck with mine. Parks were a no because I know I'd get distracted by the swing.

Can't blame a guy for liking the swings. Those things were insane.

"A few more lines and then we could get to the last verse and call it a day."

I had practice after school, and I'd rather spend the rest of the day sleeping in my room, without a Max Winters. It didn't help that his voice made it more difficult to stay up. "No!"

I heard a sigh from his end and then it was quiet. After a few seconds, I looked up from my depressing position and messy bed to find Max packing up. Putting everything away, he hung his bag on a shoulder and the guitar case on the other.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. If we're not going to move after thirty minutes of doing nothing, then I'd rather spend it somewhere else."

I got onto my knees, pushing the papers away. "We wrote almost half of the song in an hour."

"Yeah, but we're still not finished. You look tired, we'll find another day or something."

I was up and sputtering words before I knew it. "No, we'll finish it today. I don't want to hold another free day of mine to this shit. I just need some inspiration or something. Maybe we made to have a break."

I saw him roll his eyes but didn't comment. "We've been doing nothing for the last thirty minutes."

"I know, maybe we need to... go out or something." He raised a brow at the suggestion. "I know a great place for inspiration, let's go."

I picked my soccer jacket and my phone and led the way out. He followed me, surprisingly. We made it out, ignoring the looks Katie was giving ever since I brought Max home for the project.

I'd explained the situation, since mum was there too, gushing at the guy but she looked like she'd rather believe Tracy when the girl was drunk.

No one could ever understand females. Too complicated.

I pulled lot of the driveway once Max was buckled up. Driving through the town, watching the houses, I would've almost got sent to jail if I didn't notice the pedestrian sooner than later.

I pressed on the brake as fast as I can making the both of us flying to the front. Max hit the front board.

"Oh shit, are you okay?!" I was touching his forehead -before I realized what I was doing- and rubbed at the part that got hit. "Does it hurt? Shit, I think it might swell."

"It's fine, Alan. Just tell me why you even stopped like that!"

I turned back to the front, grabbing the steering tightly. "There's a dog crossing the road."

He followed my gaze and we watched as the little, brown furred poodle cross the road on the white crossing line. It made it across, turning back around to yip at us.