The One I Love...

2

Maxwell's P.O.V

"Look out!"

I quickly turned around and hugged Bea. I protected her with my body as the books fell. When it was over, she tried pulling away, but I didn't let her go. She then tripped on something and now I'm on top her.

My hands pinned her arms down as I looked into her eyes. Then I saw it.

The scar.

It was her. It was really my Bea! After years of searching, I finally found her!

"Could you please get off me?"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because this is embarrassing and awkward..."

Her face was a bit red. Aw...

"Can I kiss you?"

"What?! No!"

Her face turned reder. I loved doing this to her.

"You do owe me for saving you and helping you."

"I'll do anything but kiss you."

"Well, since we're in highschool and all, how about taking kissi-"

"No. Anything but that and kissing you."

"But you want to, right?"

Now she was bright red. I laughed on the inside as a smile grew on my face.

"How did you get in here? Wasn't the door locked?"

"You forgot to lock it."

'Well it wasn't on purpose...' She whispered. Apparently, I still heard her.

Gah! I can't take it anymore! I leaned in closer to kiss her. But I was stopped when there was knocking on the library door. I got off her and told her that we'll continue this later. She sighed in relief. I glared her.

~
When it was time to go, I followed her home. I'm stalking her, yes, but I wanna meet her parents.

"Can't you just go home already Maxwell?"

"I just wanna see where you live."

Bethany scowled at me. I smirked at her.

5 minutes later, I entered her home. It was simple but amazing.

"Wow, your house is amazing. So where are your parents?"

She tensed up a bit. "My mom's at work, my dad... well... I don't have one."

"Oh... sorry if that was a bit personal."

"It's alright."

Silence was upon us. I then broke it.

"So it's just us tonight, huh?" Her cheeks turned a bit pink. "Judging by your reaction, is this the first time you brought a guy over?"

"Yes and is that a problem?"

I walked towards her until her back was against a wall. I put my hand next to her head and used the other to gently pull her head up, so her eyes meet mine.

"It's problem to me because when I'm around you, I can barely control myself."

"I'm sure you say that to a lot of girls so they can just fall right at your feet. But it's not gonna work on me."

"When I saw that scar, I knew it had to be you... my sweet little Bea."

"It's Bethany, not 'Bea'."

"All that matters is that I found you. After years of searching, I finally found you... and I won't lose you again."

"Maxwell-"

"I said call me, 'Max'."

"-get off me."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Maxwell get off me."

I pulled her closer. Her lips were almost on mine, but then a phone rang. I grunted and let her go. Why does this always happen? She answered. As she did, I packed up and left.

~
When I got home, I went straight to bed. I laid down. Remembering that one time...

The babysitter rushed in. Daddy slapped me. I held Bea in my arms. Mommy walked in. She pulled daddy off of me and told the babysitter to call an ambulance. When the ambulance came, mommy told me to stay home. Daddy was taken away. They babysitter held me tight in her arms. Reassuring me that Bea will be alright.

After that day, I never saw Bea again.

- Beep! Beep! Beep!

I shut off my alarm. I must've fallen asleep. I then realized that Bea doesn't remember me. But I'll make her. No matter what it takes, I'll make her. I got dressed and headed to school.

~
When I got to school, I looked around for Bea. She wasn't in the classrooms, so I went to the library. There she is.

My sweet little Bea.

I walked up to her and quickly kissed her cheek. She looked at me, holding her cheek. Her face was red.

'Maxwell! Why did you do that?!' She tried whispering.

'Cause I missed you.'

She quickly tried hiding her face by blocking it with a book and got back to doing... whatever she was doing.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder. She was reading a book. But she tried getting me off her by nudging her elbow at me.

I never let go until the bell rang.

~
After school, she was once again at the library.

"Do you have to follow me everywhere?"

"If it means getting you to remember me, then yes."