Overcoming rainy days

Smooth wind

Hey! I know I said I would post one a day but I recently got a part time job and it was quite hectic so do forgive me and keep reading. Thanks for the support!xxx

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Maisie’s P.O.V

                I got up and looked at the clock. Max would be here in 5 minutes. I got up, rushed to the bathroom and took my pyjamas off. The warm shower made me relax and forget the nightmare I had last night. It was the same nightmare about Isabelle slowly growing smaller and smaller until she disappeared into thin air. I heard the honking outside and I sighed as I got out of the shower to get dress.

                I gave Max his toast that Mum always made every morning and he took a big chunk from it. He smiled as he smelled the scent of freshly toasted bread. He scoffed it down in 3 more bites and we were on our way.

                I realized the radio wasn’t on this morning and I noticed Max looking at me every 5 minutes. I stared dejectedly at him and he looked at me worriedly.

                “What?” I asked.

                “How are you feeling?” he asked. I knew he was on about yesterday. He must still be worried about me.

                “Max, I said I’m fine!” I said, exaggerating the ‘fine’ with a slap to my thigh. He looked at me with an I-know-better-look. I sighed. “I had the same nightmare last night.”

                He looked at me worriedly with crease lines evident on his forehead. I looked down and played with the zip of my bag. Max knew about the nightmares. He knew about Isabelle. He knew everything about me and my family.

                “Why did you dare him?” he asked me. I looked at him wondering what he was on about. “Yesterday, why did you dare Jack that way?”

                “I didn’t dare him anything! I just made sure he knew he was such an asshole for saying all those things to poor Clara!” I explained.

                “No, why did you dare him to slap you?” I stared at Max shocked. I wasn’t expecting that question.

                “I…wasn’t…he,” I stuttered but Max looked at me. His eyes saying just forget the lies and tell me the truth. “I wanted him to slap me because a part of me hoped that it was all a nightmare and that I would just wake up from it. I didn’t want to be reminded of…Isabelle.”

                I looked out the windows pushing the tears back. I hated everything that had happened yesterday. I hated how Clara had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. I hated how Jack was such a douche bag and I hated how I had reacted that way because of the painful past of my life.

                A hand was on my shoulder and I looked to Max. He was smiling sincerely at me and his hazel eyes soothing me. I don’t know if he knew why I ever became friends with him but it was because everything about him said that he had it all together, that there was nothing in the world he couldn’t conquer, that he looked so calm and would just brush off an obstacle so easily with his carefree attitude.

                The school car park was quite empty as usual and I got out of the car. I went to the canteen to sit down and do some reading on the topic we were learning today.  Clara had already arrived and she looked up timidly at me as I walked in. She looked hesitant but then she walked up to the table I was sitting at.