Collision Course

Chapter 2: The Attack

Ok, just to be clear, Max sometimes talks to herself. At times when the font switches to italics it is her conscience talking to her. It will most likely continue through most of the story just so you get used to it. Thanks and enjoy!

He just stood there for a moment, taking in his ruined appearance. The front of his jeans were covered in glitter, but nothing compared to mine. The very tops of his white converse had a light sprinkle of glitter. It was like I had taken the entire tube of glitter and he just got a small pinch. Unbelievable.

Everything else about him was fine to say the least. His black leather jacket didn't have a single speck on it. His bronze hair wasn't in the slightest bit affected, although I'm not sure why I was assuming it would be. It's his hair; on top of his head. It seemed like everything else was perfectly fine, I mean not that it wasn't before-

Hold up. Was I just thinking that-nope. Not even going to go there. I'm pissed at him, remember. Right. Focus Max.

"Are you fuck-"

"Excuse me?!" He roared at me. Hey! That's the second time I've been interrupted. Alright, now I'm pissed.

"Did you just interrupt me?" I said, taken aback actually. I raised an eyebrow, unbelievingly.

"Um yeah, I did. Did you just spill PINK glitter on me?!" He yelled back. Rage was clearly evident on his face. That's it. Nobody and I repeat nobody yells at me.

"Um no, actually. You being the big, stupid ass wall you are, ran into me!" I yelled back and poked his chest with my index finger. Holy crap, is this guy made out of stone or something. Some people in the crowd gasped. What? It's not like I slapped the guy.

"I ran into you? Ha! That's funny because I think you're the one that had their head in the other direction. NOT paying attention to the hallway in front on them," He practically sneered. His chocolate brown eyes flickered with black, he was pissed. His hands were clenched his sides, the knuckles on both hands were turning white.

"Oh so you were paying attention," I feigned sorrow, pretending that I'd realized my mistake. He smirked thinking that he'd won the argument. Haha no way José. "Well then why didn't you move out of the way in the first place. That would've avoided this mess." I snapped, my sorrowful facade dropping. Who had the upper hand now?

At first he looked at me almost in surprise, but that mask was quickly whisked away by anger.

"Yeah well maybe if you weren't holding a tube of unscrewed glitter this wouldn't have happened. So if you really want to point fingers, it's you who started the whole mess."

Seriously? What are we five. This guy is literally bringing up pointing fingers. Yep, there goes all my nice thoughts about him. He's just a stupid five year old in an 18 year old body.

"Oh wow. I guess it is my fault," I looked down at my shoes, the normal reaction when someone was caught doing something bad. He looked around victoriously with a smirk and one eyebrow raised. "It was pretty careless of me to carry glitter around 5 year olds. I heard it could be a choking hazard and we wouldn't want that now would we." I looked back up and spoke in a fake caring mother tone as I pinched his cheeks. They turned pink after a moment. I pulled away quickly after getting glares from most of the girls but also after the strange tingle in my fingers.