"If you ever leave me baby, leave some morphine at my door because it would take a whole lot of medication to realise what we used to have, we don't have it anymore."
-It will Rain by Bruno Mars
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"You shouldn't stick around longer, it's almost midnight Max," I moaned as he yet again, engulfed me in a hug.
We are currently lying in my bed since Nash left 7 hours ago, yeah, we are cuddling. Could you blame me? I always wanted this guy, now that he is mine by some miracle, I just didn't want to let him go.
"No, I don't want to go." He raked a hand through his messy dark brown hair, making it even more attractive than before.
Damn Anderson. God bless your genes.
"Max, why are you doing this?" I suddenly changed the subject because I wanted to know. All this curiosity was killing me.
"Doing what?" He trailed down kisses from my jaw to my neck down to my sweet spot, sucking the life out of it. Oh he really does know how to make a girl feel special.
I moaned in pleasure, the butterflies in my stomach were exploding to bits but again, all because of this sensational touch that belonged to Max.
"I still...don't, get--" a moan escaped my lips when his teeth found my neck's skin and nibbled on it.
"You..." he kissed me up and down again, all the way from my neck to my cheeks, even teasing me and testing me for not kissing my lips. Damn this guy.
"Don't, get...what?" He murmured in between kisses and I cried out a loud cry.
Just the wonders this guy was already doing to me. I wondered what awaited us.
"Why did you suddenly ask me to be your girlfriend, I mean look at me, I'm not--" I whispered as his head shoots back up, his deep brown chocolate eyes piercing right into my blue ones.
"You're not what?" he growled, his voice rather impatient.
"I'm not the kind of girl one like you should be dating..I'm not hot, I'm a geek, I don't have a die for body, I am not the queen bee, I'm not pretty, I'm just--not that girl that a perfect guy like you should be dating or even being seen with.." I finsihed, feeling so insecure about myself when it came to boys.
For a moment there, we gazed into his eyes only to finally pull myself away from his deep gaze, I might drown in those beautiful brown eyes..
He sighed heavily, leaning over and topping me up in such a way that his arms were on my either sides, making me press into his tall broad figure. With one hand he flipped my hair away from my face, before kissing me on the forehead.
I closed my eyes, contemplating his answer. I had to prepare myself for the worst in case he said something that would hurt me.
"Listen to me Sophia," he started, cupping my chin in his one hand as he brought me upto his eye level. "There was this girl with jet black hair in my second grade, she used to wear these big glasses. You know what? Behind those glasses were the most beautiful blue eyes and let me tell you, if a straightener is used, it not only pushes back the hair but also bring out her beautiful face." he chuckled,
I practically stand there with my jaw agape.
He did not just touch a sentimental nerve right there.
"So don't for a second even think that you aren't worth it. You're beautiful, in your own fucked up way." He laughs.
"And I do know this, too, you're amazing enough to make me the perfect guy I am, which you say and I, for the fact, don't deny."
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to my own in a blink of an eye and kissed me passionately, enough for setting my heart on fire and to make my legs feel like Jell-o.
"Don't think I don't like you, because I do, remember second grade?" He murmured, entwining our fingers together before he kissed our hands.
Those words were enough to swing me back to the past. Second grade, the time I met Max for the first time. The day I first laid my eyes upon him.
I was so young. He was so young...maybe that was the only time when he could have been termed as an innocent.
"You--you remember?" I almost choke out, my eyes wide from his sudden outburst. I thought he forgot.
No, scratch that. I though he never noticed.
"Of course I remember seeing that nerd side of yours and damn, how shy you were and let's not forget still are." He teased, while I ran my fingers on his jawline.
Damn, even his jawline is perfect. Freaking perfect.
"Max..." I whispered when he grabbed my arms and put them above my head, pinning them above us, constantly smiling at me in the process.
"Yeah?" He kissed my jaw and slowly planted a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. "I don't believe you.." I stated, he seems a bit shaken as he stopped.
"Wh--what do you--you mean by that?" He awkwardly scratches the back of his hand, universal sign for the boys indicating that he's clearly nervous.
I don't get it. Why would he get nervous? Did I just do something stupid or irrelevant?
"I'm--I'm...fine!" Almost immediately his tone changed, "Fine, don't belive me." He groaned, jumping off the bed, slightly...scared? I dunno.
"Max, I'm sorry if I said something stu--" I ran behind him as he walked downstairs yo retrieve his jacket.
I was about to stop him but he caught my hand in his and pinned me to the wall, his breath was hot against my neck.
I closed my eyes, Max was too much to handle. Literally.
He could make any girl feel so special. Any girl would be killing to be in my position, and I could see why, he treated every girlfriend of his like a pure queen.
"Listen up Clarke, don't test me, or else..." he came close to my ear, his breath being the only audible sound in the whole area.
"Or else what?" I manged to bite back, why do I feel used then?
"Feisty, aren't we?" He smirked at me, "Or else...I'll make sure you regret the day you were born, plum cheeks," he leaned forward, kissing my lips one last time before he walked out the door.
I sighed, what did he mean by that? And what on earth is that name he called me? Plum cheeks? Seriously?
"Oh just what have I gotten myself into?" I say to myself.
Edited : 20th June, 2016.
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Teen Fiction[ I wrote this back in 2017 when bad boy stories and cringe was very popular, the only reason I'm putting this back out there is because it serves as evidence on how much I have grown as a writer. ] Previously known as Kissed by the Bad Boy. _____...
