bad boy kisses (completed) ✔

29. Serious Denial.

"Don't you ever say, I just walked away."

—Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus

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"Is that a bruise on your cheek? What the hell Max? Come here," Jean pretends to be concerned about me but in reality, I think we both know what is the truth and what is a lie.

She rushes over to me and even tries to touch me. "Don't touch me Jean! I mean it! It's nothing, okay? Just drop the topic for Christ's sake." I yell back at her. She freezes in her position, looking slightly hurt. Phtt. Like I fucking care.

"Max, let me see it. I know it's something now. Laura would have done the same thing Max, and I am just being there for you when she can't be. But you keep pushing me away.." her words make me stop dead in my tracks.

If she thinks that I can give her the position of my mother, let alone call her that, well, she must have a damn good reason for why to. "That's the exact thing Jean. You can never be Laura so I suggest you stop trying to be someone you're not. I can't ever let you in the way it was with my mother."

With that, I storm up the stairs into my room. Could this day get anymore worse? First, that little bitch slaps me right across the jaw and now my step mother is up my ass for I should let her in.
Fuck. I might as well kill someone.

"Hey Max!" Shit, not again. I plaster a fake smile and bend down on my knees, watching the little figure before my eyes intently. I made sure to cover my bruised cheek with my hand as I bent down.

"Hey. Why don't you go play with Jax? He's probably looking for you." I try to get up but she tugs me down again by my arm.

"Jax is not home and mommy won't play with me. Will you play with me?" she pouts as she clings closer to her teddy bear. God, kids. 

"Darcy, I really can't. Okay? I need to go." I spat back harshly and without even looking at her one more time, I ran up the stairs. Jean is probably going to tell dad about my bruised cheek and I'll be receiving the whole "we talked about this Max, you promised me that you would leave all this sort of unacceptable behavior." and blah blah blah.

The first thing I do when I reach up my room is slam the stupid door shut and then walk over to the bathroom mirror.

I have to see the damage down now, right?

Examining the purple bruise on my cheek, I run my finger along it only to groan in pain. Fuck, the girl hits like a man, for Christ's sake. What am I even going  to do about it? 

"Oh hey, I'm Max Anderson and everyone fears me, well, that is what I thought because the school's nerd, who also happens to be my ex girlfriend, slapped me right across the jaw. Hahaha."

Throwing my shirt over my head, I calm myself. Raking both my hands through my hair to calm myself. Right now, I was hating myself.

No, I never hated Sophia, how could I? She was the girl who was just a bet and still she managed to make me take a slip for her - a big one, may I add.

I was hating myself because instead of committing to her proposal, I said all those horrible things to her. All the fucking anger was lashed out on her for no reason. I knew something was wrong with me the moment I saw her with that Bale kid.

It killed me to know that she had him looked at me if I was watching them or not and then she purposely scooted closer to him.

I hate the guy I am right now, how could I say those horrible things to her? It killed me to see her in tears, worse of all, she was in tears because of me. If only she knew what I fucking felt about her.

If only she would just look at me the same way sh used to. If only she would come back to me. If only I could make her mine..I placed my head in my hands, constantly blowing out large breathes.

I wish I could have said what I wanted to say to her at that moment. I am in serious denial here but me being me, I am not going to accept that. Talk about being complicated. Now, stable enough, I walk down to the closet only to grin like an idiot.

Three of the most important girls in my life. I looked at Leah's picture pasted on the closet door, my fingers traced over her happy face as she swung from the swing in our backyard, seeming so happy and carefree. Who knew she would die after a week?

The next picture of my little Darcy clinging on to my back. It was from the time we went to spend our holidays in Spain. She was laughing and just like Leah, she seemed carefree. Turning to the last picture, a tear escaped my eye. Mom, my mother who was taken away from me when I was just nine years old. 

Analyzing her picture, I saw that I had her eyes, the same chocolate brown colour and warmth to them. It was a picture of her wedding day, the day she married my dad, the day she hoped to find her happily ever after...which sadly never came.

I took these pictures as a way of calming myself down. Whenever I looked at these three women, I realised who I was to them and how much they mean to me. Even when two of the three were not with me here today.

It made me strong to fight the urge to break down everything before my eyes.

Smiling once again, I took out a photograph from my pocket and taped it to the closet door. It was of course her, the nerd who I had taken the leap for. Who would have thought, not me really.

It was that day when we went to the Brooklyn Bridge and shared the top view of the city. She didn't even know when I took this picture, this was what we called a candid shot. Laughing and pouting, that was her.

Once I had it taped to the closet door, I kissed it, whispering something that I couldn't even believe myself, "I love you, you nerd, I'm sorry," with that I went down the stairs, still running around shirtless only to find a note on the coffee table which was strangely, addressed to me.

A/N ; Whoooooaaa. Short update but YES, much happened. And oh my God. You don't know how jampacked the next one is gonna be. Totally unedited because I need to sleep because here it is two in the morning!!  x