Max Goof, one of the most annoying freshmans I had ever met, but even I couldn't help but find the young boy handsome. I didn't know why but I was always distracted even during the X Games whenever he came into view it was distracting, the way his piercings glistened under the sun, the way his hair flew in the wind, the way his baggy clothing clung to his body, the slight wag in his tail when he saw something cool, and most importantly, that dumb tooth gap between his two front canines, and that glare.. During the X Games I'd always notice the way he'd glare at me when picking on his friends, it looked as if he was getting ready to pounce and sink his teeth into my neck, the way he'd front me and tilt his head down to insult me to my face, the way he'd subconsciously lick his lips before making a snarky insult, it drove me crazy seeing him angry at me,
The way he'd slide his shaking fingers through his hair to try and calm down, that final glare he'd give before walking away made my throat dry
I wanted him to beat me down, to pounce on me, like I was the last piece of prey he could find before winter, I wanted to feel his canines sinking into my flesh, I wanted him to taste the iron in my blood, I wanted him to witness me at my weakness, I wanted him to hear my whines, I want him to witness my need for him, the need for his body warmth against mine, for our hips to collide against each other, the feeling of his lips pressing against my skin, the feel of his hand on my waist, I needed him, the only thing though is that he didn't know how much I needed him.
Everything about him drove me crazy, the way he dressed to the way he laughed it would drive you insane. He was the type of boy that you wouldn't bring home to meet mom and dad unless they were chill, for the piercings and small tattoos he had littered on his body would feel like an insult to their eyes, but i didnt care what my father thought about him, i would ve before, but now i can't push my self to care about it now.
I hadn't seen max since last year since i was forced into hospitilization by tank, i wonder if anything has changed.. Ever since the x games, my used to be gamma brothers had despised and kicked me out after finding out what i did to tank, i understood how they felt, but it still angered me.
here i was now, standing as i stared at the big door of the gamma mu mu house, regret and sorrow filled my belly making my stomach turn in different ways that made me feel ill, i knew i didnt deserve sympathy but i wanted to say sorry since id been to therapy.
i knocked twice on the big oak door as i waited, chewing the inside of my cheek until it bled, my tongue quickly swept the inside of my mouth swallowing the blood hard as it went down my throat like a bitter glass of rum, the door opened just a creak to reveal tanks eye as he swung the door open to greet me with his rough and tired voice.
We had talked a bit as i explained my apology to him and he agreed to help me unpack in my new dorm, i quickly accepted and brought him to my dorm having him carry large boxes while i carried the small ones, after all of that i settled in and wished tank a farewell as he left to return to his house.
The college agreed to have someone show me around in which i was grateful for, but they didn't tell me who it was at all so i was forced to wait for some ramdom idiot to show up and show me around, and so i waited, and waited, and waited, until i heard a knock, quickly shooting up from my bed i raced to the door to open it, quickly combing my hair back with my fingers and dusting myself off before preparing myself for whoever stood behind the door, who i found shocked me.
It was Max Goof
