As I walked towards Max I could feel my muscles beginning to spasm a bit and my heart starting to beat rapidly in my chest, scared of what she has planned to say and paranoid about doing the conversation in front of everyone, looking around no one seemed to be looking at me but I couldn't help but feel watched. I stepped in front of Max who gave me a small smile.
"You're late." Max said checking her phone's clock and then she looked up at me, eyebrow quirked with curiosity, I rolled my eyes and scoffed, not bothering to greet her as she didn't me.
"So the fuck what? What do you want?" I snapped at her, teeth clenched, I have never known why exactly I hated Maxine, she hasn't done anything to me, nothing at all. Just the way she holds herself pisses me off, she acts so fucking modest when in reality she is probably one of the best students here yet she is ruining her chances by hanging out with Chloe Price, that bitch just needs to drop out of school.
Chloe Price hates me like everyone else does (Stop it, you know Victoria, Courtney, Kate, Mark, and . . .. . maybe Warren? Like you and care about you. . . .THAT IS A FUCKING LIE. Shut the hell up. . . no one but Kristine loves me. . . maybe Mom but I never hear from her.) I tried to be her friend before, but all she did was call me an asshole, that day was a confusing day all on itself though, I was doped up on a new medication my old therapist gave me that apparently was not good for me at all so they had to move me to a different medication that same week. (Dr. Bill was an okay therapist, kept giving me the wrong damn medication that made me feel like complete and utter crap or made me too ditzy to do much of anything.) I don't really remember the name of the medication I had that day. . .Rachel probably would have loved that crap, her and her fucking 40 year old boyfriend. I still can't believe she ditched me over and over again for that guy. I at one point liked Rachel way more than a friend, but since she always hung around Chloe I assumed she was a lesbian, then the rumor about her sleeping with Jefferson came into play (Mark said that was a total lie and that that would have never of happened, they had no chances to do that anyhow and he was not unprofessional like that.) I thought maybe I did have a chance, like a fool, and found her kissing and cuddling Frank in front of his RV. They looked to be so in love, even I couldn't ruin that.
"-What are you trying to accomplish?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around, fidgeting and trying to keep my breathing regulated, not wanting to cause too much of a scene, but me being me, I always do.
"What do you mean?" I hissed, eyes turning to slits.
"You know what I mean Nathan. . . .Kate told me about how you have been. . . writing pick up lines on Warren's board?" She said this with a small smile, making my glare go harder, could I not flirt with other people? Is it suddenly illegal for me to have an interest in some nerdy ass white boy who has a nice butt? . . . wait. . . yeah. . .nice butt. Definitely. I felt the tips of my ears go red as I thought of that but couldn't care less.
". . . .so what if I have been. Why the hell would it be important to you?"
"Well, Warren IS my best friend . . .And I just don't want to see him get hurt. Victoria is the same way about you, you know?" Max said and I tensed up a bit, eyes going side to side then finally settling on the ground, "Kate is also worried about this. . .saying that she doesn't want to see either of you hurt because. . . well. . . .to be honest. . . .you're not compatible. I just. . . I can't see it?" I looked up at Max and stood up straighter, glaring down at the brunette, clenching my jaw as anger blinded me, not believing that she was actually saying this shit to me and not expecting me to get mad, I should lash out right here and now.
"What the fuck does that mean? You don't get to FUCKING decide who I date!" I took a step closer to her, not caring that we were getting stared at (Told you I would make a scene). Max put her hands up in a pathetic excuse to try and comfort me, she looked distressed as if she didn't know what to do. (No one knows what to do for YOU. You fucking idiot.)
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Teen Fiction'Nathan. He is a rude guy, I live right across the hall from him but I always avoid him if I can. When I do make eye contact he just glares at me as if I offended him in some way and that I don't deserve to look upon his beauty-- beauty? No no that'...
