Is he really a bad boy? [English]

~Chapter 29~

"And what do you want to do after school?", my father asked Maxim.
This was probably question number one million and one, that my dad asked him.
At a rough guess.
"I'm not sure yet. I'll probably go to college or something like that.", Max answered with uncertainty in his voice. That he wanted to go to college I heard for the first time.
"And what do you want to study?", my dad went into it.
"Art or music or both."
"Really? I didn't know that", I said. I leaned forward and put my chin on the Max' seat.
"Yeah", he made.
"Maxim, where exactly do you live again?", my dad asked. Max told him the street and my dad typed that into the navigation device.
The rest of the drive my dad stopped the whole questioning thing. Nobody was saying anything. The only thing that you could hear was the typical Russian music that was playing in the car.
I put my hand on Max's arm and was constantly stroking his upper arm up and down. Max wasn't showing any reaction only a little smile that I could see in the side-view mirror. I knew that he would've reacted somehow if my father wouldn't be in the car with us.

"Is this right?", my dad asked.
"Yes. The second house", Max said. I looked out of the window. We were in one of the many 'rich-people-districts' of Miami, how Jake likes to call them. I was living in one of those districts too.
Max left the car and I followed him. I opened the trunk so he could take out his case.
"Thank you Mr Trafimov for driving me home", Maxim thanked my father.
"No problem", my dad said. Maxim shook my dad's hand, which he stretched through the window.
"Okay, I have to go now. See you", Maxim said.
"Yeah sure. I'm-" to be honest I didn't even know what to say. All of sudden he bent down to me and hugged me.
"If your father only wouldn't be here", he whispered into my ear and broke off the hug. He winked at me and went along the driveway.
I went back into the car but this time I was sitting in the front next to my father.
"You like him", my father noted. I didn't say anything and dedicated myself to look out of the window.
"Are you together?"
"No", I answered. Were we? "I would've told you already if we were. What do you think about him?", I asked him.
"I barely talked to him" Barely talked to him? You asked him probably a million questions but you barely talked to him. Sure. I could've said something but I stopped myself right before.
"What is your first impression of him?"
"He is nice. I guess"
"He is yes. And what else?", I asked. What about his tattoos or his piercings? His plugs?
"Nothing else. Veronica what do you want to hear from me?", he questioned and looked at me expecting an answer.
Yeah, Veronica. What do you even want to hear?
"I just wanted to know what you think about him. That's it", I said and looked at the street again. I could see him looking at me sceptical from the side. But I tried to ignore it.
All of sudden 'Sorry' by Justin Bieber started to play.
"Why is this song on-"
"Is it too late now to say SOORRYY, cause I'm missing more than just your BOOODY", I started to sing and interrupted my father with it. I was passionately singing and dancing through the whole song. My dad wasn't paying attention to me and my performance, because he was already used to it. After 'Sorry' 'Hello'  by Adele started playing and that meant showtime.
"Hello from the OTHER SIIDEEE...", I sang and next to me I heard my father moaning annoyed.

I threw myself at full tilt on my bed and stayed like that for the next couple of minutes. Since two weeks being in your own bed again was probably one of the best feelings ever.
"Veronica are you hungry?", my dad yelled.
"No thank you", I shouted back. I ate in the plane about an hour ago and besides that, I didn't want to move at all. Tedious I removed my shoes off of my feet.
When someone screamed my name I noticed that I fell asleep. I opened my eyes and looked up. In my door was Jacob, he was smiling and holding a box full of doughnuts.
"Ugh I love you", I sighed when I saw the box. He gave me the box and I opened it and could already smell the delicious scent of the doughnuts.
"Hey", Jake welcomed me with a hug.
"Hi, Jake. I missed you so much", I said and put my head on his shoulder.
"Me too", he admitted, "and now tell me everything. How was it in Paris?", he asked me when he sat next to me on my bed. I took the first doughnut and bit off it.
"It whaf amafing", I said with a full mouth. I told him everything and showed him the pictures I took.
"And what about Maxim? Are you together now?", he asked.
"No. Well, I don't know. I'm not sure, to be honest"
"So you haven't talked about it yet?"
I shook my head and bit a piece of another doughnut.

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