English Accent (The Accents #1)

Jaw of stone

I didn't talk to him on Thursday. Surprisingly, he obeyed my dreadful command and didn't try to talk to me at school or anywhere outside of it. I got my phone back in the morning, but it remained silent for the rest of the day. Our gazes locked quite a few times around the campus, but we both did a good job of pretending we haven't seen each other. Childish, I know, but hey, I wasn't the one who started it all.

As if to Sierra, she was probably even more pissed at him than I was. She referred to him as, quoting, 'a narcissistic asshole raised among peacocks.' Putting an accent on peacocks.

She wasn't angry with me, though. Sure, she still wasn't overly enthusiastic about what I had done, but she no longer wanted to rip all of my hair out and wipe our apartment's floor with it. Which was good.

My peaceful existence didn't last long. Unless you consider a barely twenty-four hours' time long.

I was walking alone across the campus, heading for my next class, when I heard someone calling my name. It couldn't be Sierra, who had some two busy hours and I knew I wouldn't be seeing her within that time. And I haven't seen Borah since this morning when she gave me back my phone, so I didn't suspect her, either. Besides, the voice that called after me couldn't possibly belong to neither of girls.

I decided that the best way to survive would be to ignore it, so I kept going without turning back. Pretending I haven't seen or heard anything, my number one rule in life. But I could figure it wasn't going to work. I was never this lucky.

"Stop ignoring me, blondie." Max's deep voice rang in my ear.

For Christ's sake, what was with them and their stupid nicknames for people?

"Call me that again, and you'll find your balls in a jar, right next to Dominic's." I replied without looking at him.

Max whistled.

"You've already castrated him?"

I shrugged.

"Go check."

I was hoping that he would get tired and go back to where he'd come from, but again. Hope was never in my favor.

"No, thank you." Max responded, sounding incredibly cheerful for a person with such a dark soul. "I'd rather check out something else."

That's it. I whirled around so fast my bag didn't keep up to me and bumped into my hip. I clenched my teeth against the pain (I carried a hella lots of things in that heavy brick, getting hit with it hurt) and lifted my chin to look him in the face.

"Did Dominic send you to bother me while he is too busy sulking to do it himself?" I asked.

"Nope. Chasing after you and picking up a conversation was all my idea." he grinned.

I adjusted the strap of the bag on my shoulder and folded my arms over my chest.

"I'm sure there's a whole campus of girls who would give up their mascaras just to talk with you." I said.

Max's dark brow went up.

"And you're not one of them?"

I shot him a look and he chuckled.

"Right. You probably don't even know what a mascara is."

And that's where he was wrong. I knew what mascara was, I just didn't use it. But it was none of his business and so not the case right now.

I sighed, causing the loose strands of hair that had fallen onto my face to lift.

"What do you want, Max?