"I don't ever wanna go back to where I used to be."
—Out of the Blue by Prides
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[ S O P H I A ]
"I'm..I'm so sorry. Please." Max's voice echoes in my ears but I was too busy bawling my eyes out. His hands cup my cheeks and his lips find my forehead. "I'm so sorr-"
"Shut up! Just...shut up," I sobbed, shoving his chest. He stumbled backwards and I looked at him, my eyes stinging from tears. "Sophia, just list-"
"No, Max! No! What were you thinking when you got yourself here?! Huh? Look at yourself!" I yell, coming over to him and putting my hand on his face - his is terribly bruised face. There were cuts all over the place and some we're minor and major bruises but thank god, not very severe.
"If anything had happened to you I-" I couldn't even say it, nothing came out when I imagined something happening to Max. What would've happened to me if something happened to him...?
The thought terrifies me.
He quickly pulls me in for a hug and I oblige, surrendering myself over to him, closing my eyes, I inhale his scent.
"Sh...I'm okay, alright? Everything is fine." He repeats his mantra and I visibly relax. I pull back a little, examining his face. I trace my finger on the area above his left eye that has a deep lash near his eyebrow, bleeding.
Then I move onto his chin, "Ah! Fuck!" He cries out. Tears make their way out of my eyes for what happened to him. He seemed to realise, "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. I told you before. I'm okay. Right? I'm a big boy."
He smiles at me, a bruised smile and I sigh. This boy is nothing but trouble.
I ignore all the other brusies and just sigh, I think I'll faint if I see them. Hugging him once again, I sigh and pull back.
That's when I notice Nash standing there, a visible sorrow on his face.
I think it's because of his best friend ending up in such a place.
I leave Max and rush my way over to him, bumping right into him, I wrap my arms around his torso. He seemed to stiffen for a moment but then hugs me back, his arms folding around my small figure.
"Thank you. Thank you for being here with him." I say, refusing to look at him in the eyes. He pats my back and I could already feel the smug grin forming on his lips.
Classic Nash River Collins, ladies and gentlemen.
"It's okay. I was just trying to knock some sense into this idiot." He says, pulling away from me. We both share a look at Max and he turns around, visibly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head.
"He needs to go to the ho-" Nash says but I cut him off, smirking at myself.
"Nice pajamas. Where did you get them from? Grandma's place?" I laugh a little. His gaze drops to his pajamas.
Closing his eyes he utters, "Interesting choice of clothing. I know right?" He laughs after sarcastically insulting his pajamas.
Well, I thought they were cute, just like Nash.
"Anyways," Nash continues, stepping away from me, "I should get him to the hospital."
What was that all about?
"Um...okay." I mutter under my breath and give him some space.
"I am not going to the hospital." Max shakes his head and starts walking off. I look at Nash and at the same time he looks at me, he doesn't say anything nor do I. What's even happening? Is there something wrong with me or is it him...?
"Hello? Am I interrupting something?" Max smirks and I stifle a laugh. That guy, won't even take anything seriously. Nash shakes his head, quickly recovering and awkwardly scratched his neck.
Ooookkaaay. Awkward.
"You have to go Max. Look at all the cuts. They have to be treated an-"
"No means no. Okay? No arguments." He shoots Nash and I a look, a very scary one may I add. "Dude, you can't just not go to the place. And I perfectly know what's the real reason behind you not going to the hospital. Put that aside, because it's in the past now."
Am I the only one who didn't get a thing he just said? Yep, that'd be me. Thee Sophia Clarke. However, when I looked at Max, he had his fists balled up.
I think he picked up on Nash's words.
In a blink of an eye, he briskly came over to Nash and grabbed his collar, "What the fuck Nash! You don't need to remind me that! Fu-" Nash seemed to choke whereas I stood hopelessly.
What is wrong with him?! Now it's was my turn to intervene, "Max! No! Leave him alone! Let go of him! You're hurting him!" I shook Max from the shoulders but he didn't stop.
It was like Nash's words ignited some sort of fire in him. All the fury and the rage, it had all been awaken- it just didn't make any sense to me.
"I loved her too, okay? It's not really that easy for me too, shithead!" Nash yelled and pushed him away.
Max immediately let him go too. It was like his words were enough to let Nash go.
"Loved? Loved who? What's going on?" Me being the curious one yelled out but the two best friends stood there, gazing at each other, it was like I didn't exist that very moment..
Just them two...and the world aside.
"That's a story for another time Sophia." Nash sadly smiled at me. Was this the same girl he told me about that other day? When he kissed my cheek?
So many questions swooned inside my head but I knew this wasn't the time to retrieve my answers.
Remember, Sophia. Patience is a virtue.
"Fine. I'll treat your wounds. My dad was a doctor after all, he taught me a few stuff. Come home with me," I said and they both looked at me all though I had lost my sanity.
I am Sophia Clarke, yes, I'm pretty insane and pretty sane at the same time.
Max rolled his eyes, "Fine. Only because there's no way out from this. I'll wait outside. My head is killing me!" He groaned and placed his palm on his forehead and walked out.
"I'll see you outside, okay?" He says and I nod smilingly. He walks off, his footsteps fading into the daylight.
I then, turn to Nash, I pull him in for another hug and close my eyes. "Thanks you for being there with him." I sob, "I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come and knock some sense into him, I dunno. He would have done something even more stupid. Thank you Nash."
He cupped my cheeks and for a moment I thought he'll kiss me. My breathing suddenly hitched. His hands caressed my cheeks and he came closer.
Instead, his lips found my forehead and he pressed his lips to it. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to say. "It's okay Sophia. It's my job to knock some sense into him."
With that, we pulled away simultaneously and I walked off, taking Max's hand on the gate. I looked one last time at him and a sad smile covered his beautiful face.
Was I missing something here?
A/N : Down goes another chapter. Thoughts?
Edited : 5th July, 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. _____...
