We were sent back to class, by this time it was last period. We really took our sweet time. I was going straight back to the math room. On my way, I ran into Lexia in the halls.
"Where were youuu!?" She moaned.
"In the office." I said frankly.
"What'd you do?!" She seemed shocked.
" Being "Love birds" with Max." I held my hands up signing quotation marks.
"Who's Max?!" She squealed and pulled me to class.
"A friend..." I said heading to the door.
"Ahhh Miss. Bliss. Good to see you again, not attached to Mr.Rain." Mr.Harp snidely remarked from the front of the room pointing at a seat in the far right corner. I didn't know what he meant by pointing at it. Did he want me to sit there?
BRING, BRING, BRING.
To late, class had begun and I sat in my normal seat. As Mr.Harp read off the attendance, which I normally blacked out and didn't listen to, but this time was different. I heard it then.
"Maxwell Rain." Said Mr.Harp, in a dull voice. Not glancing up.
"Here." Said a soft velvet satin like voice.
I looked up to see a young man raising his hand from the desk Mr.Harp had pointed to earlier. It was Max. How long had he been in my class? It took me this long to notice him? He had been sitting in the front this whole time. Aware I was here.
Towards the end of class, we were allowed to chat and roam. That's when the problem began.
One of the jock's from this morning came up to me grinning.
"Hey pinky or should I say pug?" He laughed.
At that moment I saw Max's head bob up.
"Wanna come to my place after school? I'll show you how to properly take off those pink panties." He snidely said.
"Wanna burn in hell?" I snapped back.
Max looked back at us over his shoulder. All I could see of his face was his eyes. His piercing eyes. They looked black. Evil. Pissed.
"Aww, don't be like that pug. I'm better then your new little boy toy up there. I'll rock your world. After all, little bitches need their pimps. Come on baby." He said laughing again, he then grabbed my wrist. "What's wrong? Don't want people knowing your little secret?" He pulled up my sleeve to reveal an arm full of old scars, new scars, just filled with marks of all kinds. I struggled to pull my sleeve back down. And that's when Max stood up and started walking back towards us.
"Ayy, here come's boy toy." Shouted the other boy from this morning.
The boy in front of me turned towards Max, grinning like a tool. Max stomping towards him, more pissed off then I could imagine.
"Ayy, boy toy. I'ma bang yo girl, if that's alright with you?" He said.
That's when Max punched him straight in the face. Once he was on the floor, Max didn't stop. He kept nailing at him, nailing.
PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.
"You slimy disgusting piece of filth! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY! YOU DISGUST ME! I WILL KILL YOU! BURN! BURN! BURN!!!" Screamed Max.
I was terrified. Yet I knew I had to stop him, no matter what the boy had said to me, Max couldn't do this to him. I ran over to Max and pulled on his arms. He looked at me, it was the scariest thing I have ever seen.
His eyes, glowing red. With anger, pain, fear. He wanted to kill the boy, and he would if I didn't stop him. I pulled on his arm again.
"Max, come on! Stop!" I screamed.
"Why!? Look what he keeps saying to you! Why would you let him get away with it?!" He hissed back.
"Because he's not worth it Max." I said gently. I tugged once more.
He sat there staring at me, then looked down at the bloody boy. Back at me. To my surprise he stood up.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to go so crazy.." He muttered.
