No More Wasting Time

Extras

The memories of how Caden and Max became to be.

*Can be seen as explicit to some reader*

All memories are in Caden's POV

Memory #1

"Excuse me? You didn't have to bump into me like that. There's a whole hallway."

"Calm down now, Maxie. I wanted to walk right there."

"Well, next time, you better want to walk six feet away from me, or you'll be six feet under."

He rolled his eyes at me and walked away. God, he was fucking annoying. I couldn't deal with him, and he made me want to punch him in his goddamn face. That goddamn face that was actually a bit attractive. While he was annoying, it was fun to tease him and see how riled up he got. Don't get me wrong, though; I hated him. Especially since he was best friends with Diego.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"Isn't it obvious? Cause you're a selfish asshole."

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped past my lips and smirked when I saw his eyes quickly glance down. It happened for a split second, almost like it didn't happen at all. But I was sure I saw it and knew I could have fun with it. I was bored anyways.

"You know," I said and walked up to him, smirking even more when he didn't budge even a single step back. God, he was stubborn. "You seem like an interesting character. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad not to hate you."

"You know," he challenged and took a step forward, so we were practically chest to chest. "I can see what you're doing. But don't get so close 'cause once you get a taste, you'll become addicted."

The fuck? Was I...? Did I get...? Oh hell no, he wanted to fight like that; I can fight back. The asshole thinks he can just get away with that; I'll punch him in the fucking face; I don't care.

"Max! Max, where are you? I just saw your text to meet you in the library!"

He turned around to walk away, but I grabbed his arm with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He immediately began to struggle with me, but I dragged him to the nearest bathroom and thanked God that no one was around and no one was in the bathroom. He was thrashing around, trying to get out of my hold and looking like the fucking exorcist. I finally let him go and quickly dodged a punch aimed right at my beautiful face.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm getting too close," I said and yanked him against me. "So, do I get to taste or not?"

His eyes were wide, but I could still see that he was calculating what was happening. I was challenging him, and he knew it. He wouldn't go through with it, though; of course, he wouldn't. He was searching his brain, trying to figure a way out without losing. But he was stuck; he'd have to say he gives in. He can't and would never- what the fuck?

His lips crashed into mine, and he bit my lip, causing a noise I wasn't proud of to come out of my mouth. He pulled back in shock, and I could feel the blush slowly rise. Oh fuck, I was in deep shit now. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to give in, not fucking fight back like that.

"You like it rough," he said with a smirk and pushed me off, grabbing his stuff and walking to the door. "Have fun trying not to get addicted."

He gave me a wink and left a second later, the door closing along with my hope of being normal again. I wanted to freak out, to be angry. But part of me who was bored and angry liked this new challenge. The asshole in me found this game interesting and was ready to fight, even if it meant going to lengths that I dared not even think about a couple of days ago.