CHAPTER SIX
I blew out a puff of smoke, watched it dissolve in the air. I inhaled the delightful nicotine once again, closed my eyes and began to relax. Which was, of course, ruined by Maxwell.
“A-Aiden?” I peeled my right eye open, looking at him sitting on his bed.
“Yes, Maxwell?”
“A-are,” he gulped, “you…g-gay?” My eyes snapped open. My spine stiffened and I couldn’t help but to look over at him, shocked. He cleared his throat. “I-I mean I a-am,” Maxwell was gay? “And I just wanted t-to know if y-you are.” He traced patterns on the floor with his foot.
“Y-yeah,” I croaked. My eyes latched onto him, and I felt a strange sensation in my stomach.
“O-oh,” Maxwell looked up at me, his lips pulled up at the corners. I quickly composed myself and snapped,
“Don’t get any ideas,” I tried to put on a mean face, which caused his face to drop. He went back to tracing patterns on the floor, but I just wanted to scoop him up and take him into my arms.
Suddenly my angry façade was gone.““C-can we be friends?” I looked at him, and saw he still wasn’t facing me.
“Y-yeah, I think we can.” Maxwell looked up and smiled, so I looked away before he could see my happy expression.
I inhaled some more nicotine, and decided that I could do friendship. But just this once.
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“Great, he’s coming,”
Being friends with Maxwell was hard work. It had only been a week, and my friends already hated him. Well, Joshua did. When I asked why, he replied, “He’s a baby. He doesn’t drink, or do drugs, or parties, and he stutters, all the fucking time. I can’t help but to want to pound that boy. Why are you friends with him?” Which caused me to nearly punch him. Instead, I glared and told him to shut the fuck up.
The other members of our little clique had no problem with Maxwell. Mostly, they just ignored him, and I don’t think Maxwell minded. But of course, Joshua had to hate him. And him saying that as Maxwell walked to our table proved it.
“Man, lighten up. He just lost his family.”
“So?” He asked like it didn't matter at all. I glowered at Joshua. When he realized what he had done, his eyes grew wide. “Oh, man, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, glaring at my best friend.
“H-hi, Aiden.” I looked up and smiled. Maxwell was here. I moved closer to Joshua so Maxwell could sit down. “D-do you mind if my friend Marco eats with us?”
“No, not all,” I replied warily, eyeing a boy sauntering towards us. He was tall, with muscular arms and tan skin. His brown hair grazed his eyebrows; he was hot. And, because of the bad feeling in my gut, I knew he was Marco.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” My best friend snapped, and for once I was glad Joshua hated new comers so much.
“I’m eating with Maxwell,” the boy said. Damn, his voice was like liquid sex. I swear, if he lays one finger on Maxwell I’ll kill him. “Right?” He looked over at Maxwell, who nodded.
“What grade are you in?” Joshua asked rudely. I didn't care, I wanted the (sexy) little punk to know he is NOT welcome.
“Tenth,”
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