Bloody Nose {Max Mayfield x OC}

Jealousy and Popcorn

My entire core is throbbing in pain. The bitter taste of bile rises from my throat. I'm being dragged to the pool, my legs are raw from the concrete. My head is submerged in the chlorine-ridden water, my entire body is in pain and I can barely fight death away.

I'm shaking, curled up in a ball on the floor of the shower. Hot water streams down my hair, face, and legs.

I needed to shower. I hadn't for a week. Showering is scarier than sleeping and eating, it turns out.

I finally get the courage to stand up. The bad thoughts are still in my head, but I push them away to be just mere echos.

I take everything one thing at a time.

1. Shampoo hair.
2. Condition hair.
3. Shave legs.
4. Wash body.

I repeat the words of what step I'm on, focusing on getting the task done and not the water or the bad thoughts or the scar.

When I'm finally done with everything I glance at the clock. Fuck. I need to be ready in 20 minutes.

I dash to my room and violently dry my hair with the towel. I dry off the rest of my body and put on fresh clothes. As I'm deciding what to wear my attention is caught on the blue tank-top Max gave me. I pick it up and bring it to my nose and realize it's actually still overall clean, so I decide to wear it.

I dash back to the bathroom to get a look at myself. Due to the bad eating habits, I'm awkwardly thinner and clothes just don't look right anymore. My hair is a curly mess of dampness that I towel dry one more time before evidently deciding to put it in a low-hanging pony tail.

By the time I'm done the clock reads 7:45.

"Where are you headed to?" A voice slurs from behind me. I turn around to see my dear ole' mumsy staring at me, wineglass in hand.

"With that friend I asked if I could hangout with earlier," I say, trying to level out the bitterness in my voice and probably failing.

I expect her to yell at me or say I can't go, but she just turns around and shuffles back to her room. Not even a Don't stay out too late or Be careful!

I leave through the front door and stand on my porch. Max said her mom could give me a ride and that we're leaving at 7:50, but she didn't clarify whether she wanted me to wait out here or knock on her door or something. Would it be rude to knock on her door?

I walk over anyway and stand warily on her porch. I can only stare because I don't exactly know if I should knock. I raise a shaky hand and lightly hit the door three times.

Heavy footsteps pound towards the door causing me to jump. The door swings open to reveal a tall muscular guy wearing an opened button up. He had an auburn mullet and a look of discern on his face. The man looks me up and and down before shouting;

"Max one your little friends is here!" He shouts aggressively into the house. Inaudible shouts follow from assumably Max.

The guy looks back at me, a bitter look on his face.

"Max I swear to God if you don't get out here!" He shouts again, this time even louder, though I didn't think that could be possible.

Max then appears and walks up to the guy and I.

"Geeze you couldn't wait three goddamn seconds," She sneers, shoving past him.

He snatches her arm and the redhead immediately whips around to face him.

"Listen, you little shit, I am not going to sit here and listen to you bitch-,"

"Let her go," I demand. I straighten my posture. Truth be told he could easily beat my ass. In fact with Max being quite a bit taller than I, she herself would have a better chance. I have no idea what prompted me to be so stupid.