There's always that one story where the girl is always shy, clumsy and quiet but ends up getting the guy... Well not this time.
Max Black, a junior in high school. She's an extremely beautiful girl who will break your face if you look at her the wr...
"Are you sure you don't wanna stay for a bit?" I turn to Mason, asking him for the tenth time.
Because of the intense workout we had done, I got to Jasmines house later than what I had expected. A simple run through the neighborhood expanded to us at Eddys place bench pressing a hundred and twenty pounds of weight for three hours straight.
Mason turns his body and faces me, his hand still holding on to the steering wheel "No Max, again, I'm taking Riley to the movies. Why do you keep asking?"
"Cus I feel like the elephant in the room when I'm in there! I mean what the fuck should I expect from this dinner thingy!" I groan and rest my head on the head rest of the seat.
"And, since you kinda fit in, you can do all the talking while I stuff as much appetizers as I possibly can inside my mouth" I tell him
Mason chuckles and shakes his head "Maxy, you'll be fine, plus you have Jasmine to talk to. But I must admit, I'm pretty surprised that you even care about what others might think of you" he tells me, a mocking smirk playing on his lips
"Is this a new side of Maxy that I'm just seeing for the first time?" he teases
"Fuck off, asshole" I grunt annoyed as I open the door from his truck.
Little does he know that the only reason I'm acting this way is because of the overly attractive police officer that seems to always want to get in my personal space every time I'm near him. But he doesn't need to know that. Plus, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.
"Have fun, love ya babe!" he grins then laughs when I flip him the bird as a goodbye.
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I rang the door bell of the Wess' house when a short bald man in a polished grey suit appears, opening the large heavy doors. His posture was stiff and professional as well as his face.
"You must be Miss Black, do come in, Miss Jasmine is up in her room, she said you should know the way since you've been here once before" he states professionally as he closes the door behind us, instantly straightening his posture again, and rests his hands behind him. Kind of like when you were in elementary and the teachers make you put your hands to yourback when walking in a straight line, thinking that you might start to molest another kid if your hands weren't free to do so....
"Um yea thanks, oh and call me Max please. Miss Black is my dead mother" I reply impassively
"Your mother's dead?" he asks with the same blank expression
I shrug "well not yet,"
He stifles a laugh only to be lead with a smile, making me smile in return. "Well Max, my name is Robert, and I'm the family's butler. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask, ok?"
