Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(28) Hate the lights that shines on him

Brian'd called me two times, annoying the crap out of me, ending our conversation with: if you call me one more time, I'm going to smash your head when I see you.

That was me.

The next person who called was Drake, who asked if I was ready, because he's waiting downstairs, in his car. I was late, as all my friend'd explained multiple times through the phone since I woke up.

Not my fault though, because I was tired from the game, that we'd lost to a team because we'd been careless. It also didn't settle well with me because it'd been the first game since the one I missed and coach wasn't happy.

I made sure to show him, that so was I. For some reason, I was tired before the game even began. The team notices, the opponent noticed and so did the audience. But, no one said anything.

"Finally," Drake shouted from his seat through the window as I shut the front door. 

Katie was already skipping up to the front seat with her grey dress that went up to her knees. I was glad that she decided to wear something decent this time. Glad that I didn't have to hate Mason all the time.

I got in the back and Drake drove out of the place, heading towards the party. The party, was at someone's house. Did I know this person? Yes, I probably did, but I was too tired to remember his face, or his name.

All I know is that every senior from our school was going to be there and it was one of the parties before the term ends. Katie demanded that I went with them, hence me sitting at the back of Drake's car while the two of them blasted some stupid song on the radio.

Listening to the horrid of it, reminded me the last time I heard one. I don't listen to music, unless I'm forced to or in a situation to.

The last time, it was both.

The football team and the music team went on a trip on Saturday, to the springs to have fun and bond. I'd tagged along, just for the fun of it, only to get stuck with someone I'd wished to ignore. 

The perfect Max Winters ended up sitting next to me, and he'd sung again.

I fell asleep as usual, but when I woke up, god just wasn't on my side.

The first thing I heard was a hoot, then felt a slight shake. When I opened my eyes, I was stuck on Max Winters's shoulder, while he was shoving Drake and Brian away in the most stiffest position ever. They were taking photos.

I was stuck on his shoulder because my neck was locked. You know that thing you get when you've been keeping your head in a way for too long that you find it hard to turn it back to normal without sending pain through the top half of your body? Yeah, that.

And Max being the perfect guy, he understand it and was moving away from my neck, twisting to help me.

I told him no.

For several reasons.

One, because I'd just come to acceptation that my brain's fucked up and I somehow, might actually have something... for him.

Two, because I'd just woken up from a dream I can't fully remember, but, shamefully, remember that Max Winters stared in it.

Three, the whole team was watching from the front.

But, of course the guy turned a blind eye to all of that, even though he only knew about one of them, and helped me out.

I knew it helped me out of the lock, but it was nowhere near saving me from whatever that was happening in the inside of me.