HOLDEN - The Mavericks Series

ALICE

What the hell was he thinking?
That's what I keep asking myself since I got on this stupid bus. What made him think that he was allowed to do that? I'm mad. I'm actually furious. But I can't stop touching my lips and when I feel a smile forming on my face a pinch my arm.
Don't be delusional Alice. You've gone through your share of heartbreak with the Mavericks. Let's draw a line there.
When I get off it's around three and nobody should be home. I get inside and the quiet fills my body.
Dad's at work and mom is at her stupid circle she hopes one day I'm going to be part of too.
While I'm on my bed I take my phone out. I go on Instagram and I type Holden Maverick. I see there is a story he just posted and I open it.
It's him and Killian smoking in his car. Those two together are letal. They kind of balance though.
I get a text from the Killer himself.
"Found your way to wonderland little Alice?" He asks and I immediately laugh.
"Unfortunately I just found the way to my house. Wonderland is way too far." I reply and he sees the message right away.
"Sorry for that jerk of my brother." He says.
"Aren't you with him right now?" I ask him and he send me a selfie few seconds later with him.
"Doesn't make him less of a jerk." I send him a laughing emoji and the conversation ends there. Should I tell him that he kissed me? He probably already has right? It's like a brotherly thing.
"He kissed me." I type quickly. He sends me a huge WHAT?
"I slapped him. Twice." I reply and he tells me that it won't happen again then.
"What makes you say that?" I tell him.
"He's not a chaser. Too proud for that." He text me. "Unless you want it.." and then I start thinking.
I can't imagine wanting that. But his lips felt kind of sweet. Soft. Which doesn't match at all his all personality.
I feel insane. Shocking right?
"Not in my plans." I reply.

When my parents got home they asked me about school, like the principal office didn't call them when the noticed I wasn't at school. They want to catch me on the lie so they can't find another reason to act worried.
"I cut classes today. I needed some fresh air." I tell them while we are eating.
"And before you start, I know I can't miss school too much because of my situation. Won't happen again." I tell them and they stay quiet.
"We wanted to know if you have any intentions of rejoining the piano lessons." They asked me. I never hated piano. It was actually the only thing I enjoyed doing to their choices.
"I don't know. Maybe." I tell them and my mother smiles like I said yes. She gets too excited for nothing.
"There is also another student joining and Mrs. Fanning wanted to know if you could do the same day so she doesn't have to come twice in the week in town." She tells me. She's overstepping. Again. But since they dropped the school thing so easily I nod.
It's all about giving and taking with them. We need to find the balance again.
"Oh that's great. Thank you sweetheart." Don't call me like that. It just bring back bad memories. But as much as I tried to push them away I see the flashes.
Me in the hospital bad.
She holding my hand and caressing my hair.
My eyes start to get wet. I get up, taking my plate and putting it in the dish washer.
"What did I say now?" I hear her saying to my father and then crying.
I try to breathe I feel like my whole body is crushing all over again.
I go to my balcony. It's dark outside. I can see the stars. I take my phone.
His name it's still there, in the favourites.
I can't help but dialling.
It rings. Once. Twice.
Then he picks up. But he doesn't say a thing.
I just start crying. I'm trying to hold my sighs but it's hard.
"It's okay." He says. I close my eyes remembering when we got apart he said the same thing.
It's okay. It's not meant to be, but we're okay.
"I feel so lost." I tell him and I hear him breathing heavily.
No words. I realise that maybe it was a mistake.
"I'm sorry I bothered you. I shouldn't have called." I tell him drying my tears.
"I just bought you a train ticket for New York. Come here." He tells me and I get an email with the ticket. He's not joking.
Can I run to him? What do I say to my parents?
"Are you sure?" I ask him and he doesn't hesitate.
"I have a lot to make up for. Let's start tonight." He says and then he hangs up. I run to my room. A smile grows on my face.
What do I say to my parents? Tomorrow is Saturday. No school. I can make up an excuse.
I go down with my bag ready and they're still around the table. My father sees the bag first.
"Don't worry. I'm not leaving the house for real." I tell i him.
"Than what's the bag for?" He asks.
"I'm going to New York for a day. A friend from St. Jude got home and asked me if I could spend some time with her. She's going through a lot." Lies come out of my mouth like I'm a professional.
"You can call me whenever you want, and you can track me. I have nothing to hide." I tell them, hoping that the half honesty works out.
"Can we have a phone number of this friend? And where are you going to stay?" Says surprisingly my mother. I smile and I don't know why I do it but I go hugging them.
It feels weird. But warm at the same time. In less than an hour I get to the train station and I keep thinking and daydreaming of him.
My Grayson.