"We are the discussion topic of the school", I told Jacob and Maxim laughing.
"Yeah I noticed that too", Jake said.
I leaned against the wall and took my water bottle.
"JACOB NORRIS THE PRINCIPAL IS EXPECTING YOU IN HIS OFFICE. I REPEAT, JACOB NORRIS THE PRINCIPAL IS EXPECTING YOU IN HIS OFFICE", it came all of sudden through the speaker.
"Ugh", Jake made, "What does he want from me again? I thought we already solved everything."
"What is it about?", I asked.
"Like always", he answered while walking away.
It wasn't anything new that Jake was called into the principal's office. He wasn't doing anything wrong, it's because he was the student council president and the principal couldn't manage anything on his own if it comes to projects and events.I let my bottle fall on my bag and started to watch some people on the schoolyard. And all of sudden a ball was flying in our way. Well right at my face. But before it could actually smash me right in my gave, Max caught it, only some centimetres away from my face.
"How?", I asked Maxim.
"That's what you call reflexes, babe", he said and laughed.
Some younger guys ran over to us and stopped right in front of us both.
Frightened they were staring at Maxim who was looking at them like he usually looks at people but it was still kind of frightening.
"You should be careful where you are playing", he said with a calm voice.
I still couldn't understand why everyone was so afraid of him. I was never.
"Sorry", they are mumbled at the same time. He gave them their ball and they walked away with hasty steps.
Quite suddenly Max took my hand and pulled me with him. Only just I made it grabbing my bag which was laying on the floor.
"Where are you going?", I asked him while trying to keep in step with him. He was much taller than me, which made his legs longer too. And that meant that it was pretty hard to walk next to him without running.
"Smoking"
"Alright"
Max stopped behind the sports hall and took out a cigarette out of the box.
"Fuck I forgot my lighter", he complained.
I grabbed summarily in my pocket and got out a lighter.
"Here you go", I said and gave him the lighter.
"Since when do you smoke?", he asked.
"I don't"
"Why do you have a lighter then?", he blew ut the smoke which was looking so incredibly sexy. The whole smoke made his grey eyes look even more dangerous and bright.
"I always have one with me. Jake always loses his or my dad. That's why at least one lighter is always in my jacket and bag.", I explained.
"Convenient"
I leaned myself against the wall and watched him smoking. We weren't saying anything but it was everything but unpleasant.
After the break, we went back into the building without meeting Jake again.
The rest of the school day went pretty monotone and boring. Max and I were talking to each other in the lessons and spending the break together. After the last lesson, Max and I left the building.
Since I came with Jake I stayed at a wall and waited for him so we could drive back.
"Bye", Max spoke without hugging me or even looking at me.
"Bye", I said a bit disappointed but he was already gone.
Everything was fine just minutes ago why was he that stone cold again?Jake came out of the building with a friend and walked over to me. He said bye to his friend and started smiling.
"Why are you so happy?", he asked, he obviously meant it sarcastic.
We walked to his car while I answered his question. "Max had his mood swings again"
"Why? What happened?" I opened the door and sat into the car. Swinging I threw my bag on the backseat and put my seatbelt on.
"Nothing actually. It's just, he didn't even say goodbye properly. Like he walked past me and only said bye. That's it."
Now when I spoke it out it sounded actually pretty dumb. "Maybe I'm overreacting"
"He's weird in general, don't worry about it", he tried to cheer me up. He put his hand and my leg and squished it quick.
"Yeah you're probably right" I looked out of the window and listened to the music.
I should stop overthinking everything and talking about everything that serious. Max wasn't a person who was showing feelings. That's it.I really hope you like it xx
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Is he really a bad boy? [English]
Fiksi RemajaVeronica - 17, model pupil, good faith, and naive. A goodgirl. Maxim - 18, go-getter, smoker, tattooed and cold-hearted. A badboy. Two complete different personalities but they have more in common than they think. Who needs who more? And is Maxim re...