Is he really a bad boy? [English]

~Chapter 41~

Like always exactly at 6:30 am my alarm clock ringed. I got up and dragged myself into the bathroom to take a shower. To save some time I brushed my teeth in the show. Cause ain't nobody got time for that.
After I dried my hair, dressed and put some makeup on I took my back and walked downstairs into the kitchen. I made some coffee and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl. After the whole scenario, I had literally no motivation to go to school.
When I bit into the apple, my phone vibrated. It should be Jake, he was probably outside already.
"I'm outside. Waiting for you at the gate", was written in the message. But it wasn't Jacob who wrote the message but Maxim.
"On my way", I texted back and asked myself why Jacob wasn't picking me up. Maybe Maxim called him and said that he would take me with him. I was already excited to know what Jacobs reaction was. I poured the coffee into two plastic cups and closed them with lids so nothing could flow out. I slipped into my Dr.Martens, grabbed my bag and took the two cups which were standing on the kitchen dresser. Multitasking on point.

"Hey", I greeted Maxim. Tupac was playing in his car. Only God Can Judge Me to be exact.
"Morning babe", he said and started the engine.
"Coffee?", I asked him and gave him one of the cups.
"Thank you. That's exactly what I need right now. I haven't slept the whole night", shortly after a yawn followed.
"Why?", I asked him and yawned, too. If someone's yawning and you have to yawn right after it, it means that you like the person. My grandmother always said that.
He set off and took a sip from his cup.
"I was painting something"
"What exactly?", I asked interested and drank my coffee.
"A portrait"
"Of who?"
"Her name is Tracy or Stacy or something like that. I don't know, can't remember it", he laughed.
"Can I see it?"
"It isn't finished yet"
"Oh okay."
"How did it happen, that you are picking me up?", I asked and tugged my shirt so it would sound as inconspicuous as possible.
"I wanted to drive with you to school that's why I picked you up", he answered and smiled at me.
"And what about Jacob?"
"I texted him this morning and told him that I would pick you up", he said unconcernedly.
"Alright"

We arrived at the school and left the car. And all of sudden he started laughing.
"What is it about?", I asked him and put my bag on my shoulder.
"It looks like we are matching on purpose"
I looked at him and noticed only now that we were wearing basically the same outfit: black tee, black destroyed jeans and black boots.
"You gross stalker watched me this morning, didn't you?", I said amused.
"Of course I did. I have nothing better to do in the morning than stalking you", he responded laughing.
I took a sip of my coffee and felt how Max put his arm on my shoulders.
"We fit together like the fist on the eye", he said excitedly.
"I'm definitely the fist"
"Says who?" He raised his brow and looked at me challenging.
"I say it. Since I am much stronger than you", I stroke back.
"We'll see"
"We will", I said and grabbed his hand that was laying on my shoulders.

We entered the school building together. Everyone was looking at us. It seemed like we were two magnets that were attracting the glances from others.
Maybe it was because of the argument Mia and I had yesterday, that everyone was looking at us or maybe because of the way we entered the building, arm in arm.
"Everyone is staring at us", I whispered to him with a smirk on my face.
"Of course they do. We are 100x more attractive than they are all mixed together. They are all jealous.", he said laughing. And definitely not as quiet as I did.
"Stop being so cocky", I railed but couldn't hide my smile. "Let us go, I don't want to be late"
"We have still about 13 minutes left, so you can go to the classroom already and I have to piss"
"Okay", I said smirking.
"See you in a bit"
"Mhm"
My eyes followed him until he disappeared behind the door. Then I walked down the hallway to my classroom. I opened the door and entered the room. I sat myself down. On my table was laying a piece of paper ripped out of a notebook. It was folded together in the middle. I picked it and unfolded. I'm sorry was written in black ink on the paper. I recognized the writing immediately. Her eyes were already on me when I looked at her. She was sitting like always in the other corner of the room.
You could see remorse and compunction in her face. I looked into her green eyes, took the paper, crumpled it and threw it away.
She said so many wrong things about me, she wished for me to get beaten up again, to get raped again. Yes, maybe she didn't mean it, maybe she regretted it but she looked me in the eyes and told me it right into my face. In front of everyone. A little torn piece of paper and a basic I'm sorry weren't enough.
Mia looked at me broken and turned her face to the other direction. As cold as it may sound but I didn't care.

"Hey princess"
I looked up. In front of me was standing Matthew, even though Nevel would fit better to his personality.
"I was thinking about you the whole time if you understand what I mean", he said with this gross smirk on his face.
"Try a cold shower"
A laugh slipped out of his mouth.
"What are your plans for tonight?", he asked me.
"Breathing, living, existing", I responded drily.
"How exciting"
"That's just how I roll. I am an adrenaline-junkie.", I said with the emotions comparable to a stone.
I took my phone and started typing some random shit on it to seem busy. Couldn't he finally go away? Didn't he notice that he wasn't welcome?
"Where are you?", I texted Maxim hoping he would answer. But he didn't.
"Can I sit next to you?", Matthew asked.
"No"
"But there is sitting no one"
"The seat is taken", I said annoyed.
"But- oh I understand the seat is taken for me", he laughed, "you are so prickly today."
"Don't you have someone else to annoy?"
"I know that you are enjoying my presence, baby" Whether his parents were regretting now that they haven't used any prevention.
"You+Me+2 bottles wine = great evening. What do you think sweetheart? He asked slimy.
And there he was. The one who could make any Greek god look bad next to him.
"Wrong calculation, buddy", Maxim answered and placed his hand on Nevels shoulder who was numbed.

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