Bloody Nose {Max Mayfield x OC}

A Striped Tank-Top

I scream as the man approaches me and drags me from my hiding spot. He grabs me by my dark curly hair which causes my eyes to water. I cry and beg as soon as I see him grab the knife from his pocket, he only smiles back at me. The man suddenly rakes the knife across my torso and hot blood trickles down my stomach and thighs.

The door creaks open causing me to jump. I'm in Max's bathroom, she had led me back to her house to make sure I was alright.

"Sorry it took me a bit to find me the rag," The flame haired girl says as she enters. I give her a small smile.

"Thank you," I say shyly and still somewhat dazed.

I look back at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had some paper towel held up to my nose to stop the initial bleeding, but my face, neck, chest, t-shirt, and hands were covered in blood, which was starting to dry.

My curly, brown hair is frizzy and kinda gross looking from the sweat-episode I had last night. My gray eyes looked lifeless. Despite it being summer, my skin was pale.

I look back towards Max, who had begun running the rag under hot water. She had gotten the blood off her palms, and her knees had bandages on them.

"So, what do you like to do for fun around here?" I ask, curious to know what this town had to offer.

Max looks back up at me and smiles.

"I have a group of friends, we call it a party," She starts. The redhead turns off the sink and wrings out any excess water from the rag. "We all hang out a lot. Ride bikes around, whatever,"

Max walks up to me, rag in hand. She removes what was left of the blood soaked paper towel and awkwardly tosses it in the trash. She then uses the rag to begin wiping blood off my face.

"Oh, there's also the Starcourt Mall, which opened up this summer," Max continues, her eyes focused on cleaning up the blood. I weirdly like the feeling of her dragging the warm rag across my face. Despite the fact I could have just as easily cleaned myself up, she's doing it for me which is sweet and mildly embarrassing.

"What do you like to do?" The blue eyed girl stops for a moment and her gaze lands on my eyes, which makes me slightly nervous.

"I like to listen to music," I say awkwardly, my hands slightly shifting. Max goes back to cleaning my face.

Her eyes were transfixed and focused. A stormy blue that raged of emotion and war. A sad blue that mirrored pain.

"No friends?" Max asks slyly. When she notices me frown she quickly adds, "Relax, I'm just joking. Of course you don't have friends, you're new here,"

"You're mean," I say with with a jokingly sad face. We stare at each other for a few moments before bursting into laughter.

"Well maybe you're just sensitive," The redhead retorts. Damn, she does not hold back.

Once the laughing cools down she starts scrubbing my jaw line. When Max is done with that she slightly lifts my chin with her free hand, bearing my neck to her. Sparks shoot down my spine.

It is completely silent. So much so that I'm afraid she can hear my heartbeat and the shaking of my hands. The girl continues dragging the rag across my neck, which was tingling immensely at this point. The rag travels to my collar bones. I feel extremely vulnerable. I don't even let my mom touch me this much. On the other hand, I sort of like the feeling of her hand on my chin and the scrubbing of my neck.

Max tosses the bloody rag into the sink. She turns around and her gaze is caught by my shirt, which is practically a pinkish-red color at this point.

"Hold on," She says while leaving the room. On the walk to her house I was still out of it due to the fact I had smacked my head on the concrete. It has now occurred to me that I am in a stranger's house. A very pretty strangers house.