Breaking Boundaries (unordinary love story)

Chapter 18: Frenemies

On Monday I was covered in fresh cuts and bruises. They were from dad hitting the roof (and hitting me) when I got home late on Friday after kissing Misty. He'd gotten all riled up.

I was supposed to cook dinner that night, but I had been carried away by that one hell of a kiss.

It felt damn good.

Her soft lips, wet and warm against mine. It wasn't my first kiss, and it felt different to kiss her than Rand. And Misty practically melted when I looked into her sparkling eyes. Her eyes were the exact shade of a clear, blue sky.

Misty was so strong and funny and confident, and I liked that about her.

I had a craving to be with her. Deep down in the pit of my gut I had a feeling I knew she was the one. Even if we were polar opposites - I was known as the so-called "bad boy" and she was the good girl.

I ignored the pain in my shoulder as I pulled on my coat, and that's when I remembered Misty still had my jacket with her, the one I lended her.

I sauntered to school and within minutes I was already there. Normally I would be late (despite how close my house was to school) but today I was early for some reason. Maybe it was because I wanted to see Misty.

I was walking through the E-Wing hall when Max suddenly came over to me and pushed me up against the wall. My previously dislocated shoulder hit the wall, and I gritted my teeth in pain. I had no idea why he did that.

"I know what you did," growled Max. He started twisting my arm angrily.

"Get off me," I said. What was he talking about?

"Or what? Why don't you leave my sister alone. Don't mess with her again."

"I won't," I said.

"Then stay away from her," he said. "You kissed her, didn't you? Don't ever touch my sister again."

"I'm sorry," I said as he pressed me against the wall.

"Sorry won't fix anything." He balled my shirt in his hands.

Max and I were frenemies. We were friends from football but we also didn't see things eye to eye most of the time.

"You look pissed," I pointed out with a grin.

"Well I am."

"Good to know," I said. "And you're starting to piss me off too. So why don't you fuck off." I pried his grip off of me and walked away.

He always had his nose in my business. Especially stuff between me and Misty.

After that I decided that Max Gates - once my number one frenemy - was back to being my enemy.

But then it hit me what an asshole I was to Misty. And it was all for no reason. I didn't have to be such a jerk but I was. I felt a huge pang of guilt. Maybe Misty didn't deserve me.

Thanks to Max, I didn't have time to find Misty before class, but I did notice her in physics. Her eyes were swollen to the sockets and she looked pretty terrible.

I couldn't risk having Max on my nerves again, so I didn't bother to ask Misty about it after class ended.

But I found out anyway.

I heard from Zach, who heard from Gortimer, who heard from Caroline, that Misty's mom just passed away in a plane crash. RIP. The plane crash part did ring a bell for me. I remembered that on the news, there was a recent plane crash from British Airways and everyone died. I had no idea Misty's mom was one of the pilots.

Rest in peace, I guess.