Those three words (Maxxie Oliver/Skins)

-7

The next morning, the first thing we did was pack up our stuff and our campsite. No one spoke, either they were tired or just disappointed to be going home.

I, for one didn't want to go home. I knew I would have to face my dad again and since I asked him when he was extremely drunk, he let me go. But he will be sober once I get home, and he'll be mad.

But I was also excited to see my mom again and tell her all about Maxxie. Of course, I wouldn't mention the scar kissing or the night with Sketch and I, but I would mention the fun Maxxie and I had together as well as with the others.

The car trip back home was mostly silent, and I think everyone was pissed off at Sketch and Anwar who wouldn't stop making out and touching each others body.

I leaned my head against Maxxie's shoulder and this caught his attention. He averted his gaze from Anwar and Sketch to me, his facial expression softening. He leaned his head on top of my head, which felt strange but comforting.

Saying bye to everyone wasn't that hard as we knew we would all see each other again tomorrow at school. Maxxie, Sketch and I were dropped off first as we all lived in the same building complex. Maxxie and I ignored Sketch and walked ahead of her. Without responding to her farewell, we turn our own separate ways, Maxxie and I walking right and Sketch walking left.

In the elevator, Maxxie finally broke the silence. "God, I can't stand her." He said and I stifled a laugh.

I was so tempted to tell him that she was the one stalking him, but for some reason I couldn't. I felt bad for her, and I didn't want her to feel embarrassed like I did. It's not a pleasant feeling and I don't believe in revenge.

But that didn't mean I didn't hate her.

We reached my door and I curse to myself when I realized Maxxie purposely wanted to drop me off first.

"Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow?" I said, my hand hovering over the door handle.

"Yep. Will do." I expected Maxxie to leave, but he still stood there waiting for me to go inside. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Maxxie, you know you can't-"

"I know, I know. I just want to make sure you're going to be alright." Maxxie frowned and I smiled at his caring.

"I will be, don't you worry." I assured him.

Maxxie looked like he wanted to ask something but was scared to.

"Spit it out." I joked and Maxxie sighed.

"Can I...can I come inside?"

My smile dropped and now we're both nervous.

I was embarrassed with the state of my home, followed by my dad and what he would do, and my mom not being able to greet Maxxie like a normal mother.

But I felt horrible that Maxxie always let me inside his home. The least I could do was invite him into my home.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "Fine, let me just make sure that dad is asleep." I said as I peaked through the front door and Maxxie's face brightened up immediately. Sure enough, my heavy sleeper of a dad was slumbering away on the couch, a mess of alcohol bottles scattered around him.