Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Eleanor

"He's mine," snarled the girl, her face contorting in rage.

"Maddox is his own person!" I exclaimed, as she edged nearer and nearer to me. Her fists were curled up, and were about to make contact with me.

"Stop!" exclaimed his familiar voice. Maddox. He peeked his head from the door hinges. Suddenly, Emma picked up a mirror, a large one, and threw it at Maddox, knocking him to the ground.

"Maddox!" I screamed, as Emma hobbled out of the room. I curled into a ball next to his limp body, and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"Guys?" said a shy voice. Nash walked in, shirtless, and sat next to Maddox.

"What happened to him?" he asked, putting his head in his hands.

"A girl threw a mirror at him," I said, wiping a tear away.

"You like him, don't you?" asked Nash, narrowing his eyes at me.

"You like Madeleine?" I asked, trying to mimic his look. He nodded, his shaggy hair nearly covering the tip of his nose.

"Maybe I should get help for Maddox," he said, starting to get up.

"Wait! Don't fall for Madeleine. She's trouble," I warned. Nash simply shook stared at me.

"Humans must be like magnets, because opposites are attractive to me," he said, giving me a small smirk, right before he went downstairs to get help. I looked at Maddox, whose face was pale, and his forehead bloody.

"Maddox. I know you're unconscious, but I need to tell you this. I like you. A lot, actually," I said, putting a hand through his messy hair.

"I think I like this girl, Mum. She isn't just cute or snoggable. She is pretty nice, and she makes better grades than me, so that's cool," muttered Maddox, who then went into a coughing fit.

"Ok, I am back. Eleanor, grab Maddox by the legs. I have him by the armpits," said Nash, who started walking backwards. The two of us carefully stepped out of the room, and trudged down the stairs, and caught a scene of the party. Madeleine saw us, and motioned us to come near her.

"Hey, Madeleine," said Nash, nodding her direction. She smiled, put something in her mouth, and kissed him, resulting in an wide eyed Nash. A guy with a small frame picked up Maddox, and walked out the door with him.

"Where is he going with Maddox?"

"Relax. My mate Stock is bringing him to a hospital," said Nash, pointing at the wiry boy. Madeleine slumped her head on his shoulder, and Nash wrapped his arms around her, while she threw up on him. Maybe those two weren't bad together.