My Teenage God

Ch.2 - Late

Friday morning came. I looked in the mirror before I went to the school. I was wearing jeans and a striped button down and I thought I looked good. I liked to keep up appearances to my classmates, but I was also thinking about Brooke and Crystal. I briefly wondered what Max would think about how I looked, but I pushed that thought away.

Arriving at the school Breanne sent us to classrooms to tutor. Each classroom held 6 or 7 pairs and as I walked in I noticed everyone seemed to be there but Max. I sat down at an open table and waited.

Ten minutes into the 60 minute session I was annoyed. Twenty minutes in, I was pissed. At 30 minutes, I was fuming and was contemplating leaving. I looked over at Deborah, who was tutoring Brooke and Crystal a few desks over and she smiled sympathetically at me. Then I noticed her gaze shift and her expression slacken. She stared towards the door with her mouth slightly open. I turned around and there was Max, dripping with sweat and talking to Breanne. Breanne was giggling but stopped halfway through a giggle as she tried to compose herself.

I stared at Max's profile. Though he was a few inches shorter than me he seemed to dominate the room. His dry-fit t-shirt was ironically soaked with sweat and sticking tight to his body. His chest stuck out 4 or 5 inches ahead of his arms and his triceps bulged with his hands in his back pockets. I realized I was staring and looked down at the desk. I suddenly remembered I was pissed at him.

I heard footsteps approach and stop in front of the desk.

"Hey Teach. Been waiting for me? I bet you're excited to see me."

I angrily looked up. He was looking down at me, his figure dominating my vision. Sweat was dripping off his blonde hair which was hanging over his face.

"Max, this session started half an hour ago. Do you have any idea how bad of a start this is? Not to mention completely disrespectful."

"Nah it's okay. I stayed a bit late in basketball practice. Breanne said not to worry about it."

I became angrier. "Max you should let me know if you're going to be late. I have better things to do with my time you know."

"Oh, I'm sure you do Teach," he answered, smiling a condescending smile. God he was handsome. "Here's the thing though, I'm all sweaty now so I need to go shower. Breanne said it would be okay if you continued this tutoring session at my family's apartment, it's only a couple blocks away."

This immediately sounded like a bad idea to me. "I don't think that's allowed Max. Plus I don't have time now anyways, there's only half an hour left in the session."

He stepped closer to me so that I was looking straight up at him. I was about to stand up but then a droplet of sweat fell off his nose and onto my lips.

We both notice this and paused. I could smell the muskiness of the sweat on my lips and tasted the salt. Before I realized what I was doing, I licked my lips.

Max broke into a big smile.

"You just ask Breanne. Here's my address." He grabbed my arm and started writing on the back of my hand.

"What the?" I protested and feebly tried pulling back.

"Hold still," Max demanded. His smile changed instantly to a menacing glare.

I looked at him, startled, and kept still. He painfully wrote his address down on the back of my hand. I tried to show anger on my face, but I wasn't sure how I was feeling.

With that he walked out. Again I found myself starting at his broad shoulders as he left the room. I walked over to Breanne who was looking down at some papers.

"Hey Breanne. Max said that I should tutor him at his place but that seems like it would be against the rules. Plus I have studying of my own to do."

Without looking up Breanne responded in a strangly timid voice, "No it's okay to go to their apartments. The students all signed waivers. He's got a test on Monday so he really needs your help, David. I think you should go."

I paused before begrudgingly answering. "Fine, I'll go."