My Hero[Discontinued]

Chapter 17

  "Would you like to go on a date with me?" 

Max's eyes got wide. "I don't know what to say.."

"Yes or no would be preferable. We have to hurry and get to the store."

"Can I think about it on the way there?"

Oh no. He's trying to figure out a way to let you down easy.... Damn, Margaret, you worry way too fucking much. "Sure, I guess." We get back in the car, heading to the grocery store, and there was silence. I start worrying, really bad, so at a red light, I turn on my favorite song that helps me stop.

                                        Sorry if you don't like it. It really helps me stop worrying.

Max looks at me, weirdly, as I sing along. I smile and pull into the parking lot. "You have a really bad singing voice."

"So? You do too." I say, jokingly. 

-Time skip to when they get to Adam's after the store. Oh, and Max hasn't answered you, yet.-

Once we walk in, with a few bags each in Max's and my hands, people take the ones from me and set them on the counter. "Happy Birthday!" everyone yells. I smile a fake smile, but can't say anything.

"I'll be right back..." I say, heading up to my room and locking my door. I break down into a sob for a few minutes, until someone knocks on the door. "Wh-who is it?"

"Adam. Mag, please let me in."

"No!" I cry. I hear a slight hit on my door, then sliding, like he was sitting against it. I hear muffled voices, then the music turns off. Fuck. 

"She okay?" I hear someone ask.

"What's wrong with her?" Someone else asks. I pull out my phone and text Adam.

M- Move everyone from the door.

A- You okay?

M-Just do it. Then meet me outside at my car. I'll be in there.

I hear him get up, then tell everyone to move. I unlock my door, rush out and into my car. Shortly after, Adam meets me in the passenger seat. "Adam. You can't do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't kill him. You hurt me when you hurt him."

"Maggie. What the hell are you talking about?"

I look down at my bracelet and mess with it.(I'm sure you learned that she(you) do that when she is(you are) nervous.) "I'm worried."

"About what, Mag?"

"ItalkedtoMaxandhesaidhewouldthinkaboutit."

"Maggie. Slow down."

I sigh and look up at him."I talked to Max and he said he would think about it."

"That's good. At least he's thinking about it."

"But you've heard mom, dad, and everyone else. When they say "I'll think about it", it usually means no."

"But Max isn't everyone. He's way different and you know this."

"I know, but it still worries me." I cry more and lay my head on the steering wheel. After a minute of Adam trying to comfort me, I finally say, "I can't believe I'm breaking down like this."

"Maggie. You haven't cried like this ever. You must care about him, a lot, don't you?" I nod. I rub my arm for a few seconds, then breathe in, worried. I lift my sleeve.

"Maggie... What have you been doing?"