The Bad Boys Mission

IX

I thought Max leaving was a sign of hatred and defeat. But here at my window, one hour before my date with Nathan was Max Hunter himself. 

"What are you doing here? I have somewhere to be." 

He said nothing as he walked closer and closer. I took a step back each time he came closer and soon enough my back was to my bathroom door. He looked at me and his eyes looked the same from the last night I was him. Tired.

"What did you think you'd gain from your little act yesterday?" His voice was low and intimidating. It sent shivers down my spine. I tried to keep my voice steady and calm.

"What act?" 

"Don't lie, I know you did that to get rid of me."

"You're delusional"

"And you're falling for me"

His words took my by surprise. Not because he was right, I think. 

He shook his head. "You're ridiculous." 

"No! What's ridiculous is you thinking I'm going to fall for your stupid little game!"

I was tired of keeping my guard up, I was tired of trying to fight him off. The truth was I was starting to like him and the thought alone scared the living daylight out of me. I knew what happened to girls who fell for his tricks and I didn't want to look like some brainless bimbo.

"You still believe I'm playing you?" You could hear the disbelief dripping from each word.

"Yes! You don't exactly have the best track record." 

He shook his head and turned away. I watched him climb out and I couldn't ignore the feeling of sadness as I watched his retreating figure. 

Five O' clock came and went. At seven I was in the safety of my room. The "date" wasn't too bad. Okay that was a lie. The whole time my mind was on Max and how I really felt about him. I couldn't come to terms with him being a completely different person. 

I was completely shut off from the rest of the world. So when I heard my phone buzzing, I picked it up assuming it was just Maria.

"Hello" 

"I hate you" 

I sat up. This wasn't Maria. 

"What?"

"That's what you wanted to hear right? That I hate you"

I thought of this. Did I really want him to hate me? No. I couldn't think of what I'd do if he actually hated me.

"No Max. I don't want to hear that."  

"Then what is it? You don't believe that my intentions are good. You see me as some kind of disease. I can tell you want to be as far away from me as possible."

"That's not true"

"It isn't?"

I was stuck the whole point in me going as far as asking out guys was to get him out of my life. I can't just suddenly change my mind. I didn't want this argument to happen over the phone. 

"Come over, so we can talk about it face to face." 

I hung up. I didn't want him to reject my idea. But something told me he was already planning something. 

I don't know how long I waited but when I got a text telling me to meet him in the front I knew he was mad. 

"Hi" 

I ran my hand up and down my arms in an attempt to warm them. 

"Here" He took off his jacket and put it around me. 

The silence was defining. We didn't know what to say. I couldn't stand this. 

"I don't think of you as a disease."

"Sure you don't" 

I reached out and touched his arm.

"I don't" My voice was barely above a whisper.

He didn't respond. He looked into my eyes and leaned in. I didn't stop him and as I felt his lips on mine I took no time kissing back. In this moment I felt something. 

I felt passion.