Chapter 11
WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT AT THE END!!!!!!
Dalila’s POV
Max is really falling in love with me! I could see the truth in his eyes and the sincerity in his words. I never thought this day would come. I’d hoped, prayed, and dreamed that it would but I never thought it would become reality. Truth was he might be falling in love with me, but I’m already completely, madly, irrevocably, and unconditionally in love with him, as I have since the moment he first smiled at me Freshman year.
I remember the day like it was yesterday, it was the first day of school, and I had biology first period. I was the first one in class so I took a seat at a lab table in the middle by a window. I liked to daydream and it seemed like the perfect spot. Students arrived and no one came to sit by me, the fat girl. I was used to this treatment and being alone didn’t bother me at all. The bell rang and the teacher handed out those stupid student surveys so they can “get to know you better”. I began filling mine out when the door banged open, revealing an out of breath sex creature. His green eyes caught my attention for a second and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would pop out. The butterflies in my stomach made me nauseous. How could one guy have so much effect on me?
The teacher said, “You’re late. Take a seat Mister…” “Morris.” He answered. “Alright then Mr. Morris, it looks like you’ll have to sit here with Miss…” “Jones?” I replied. “With Ms. Jones as it’s the last seat available.” He sauntered over, sat down and gave me a once over shrugging his shoulders. He held out his hand giving me a heart wrenching smile that made chills run down my spine, “I’m Max.” My heart raced, “Um Dalila.” When I shook his hand my whole body felt like it was on fire. He quickly pulled his hand away giving me a sideways glance. Ok…that was weird. “That’s a pretty name. Do you have a pen I can borrow?” I quickly gave him my extra pen and he started the survey. He didn’t really say much after that. He’d laid his head down and slept until the bell rang. He did this every day for the rest of the year, sometimes not even doing his work. It was first period so I guess he was tired. I used this to my advantage because when he fell asleep, I studied ever curve and detail of his beautiful face. I memorized him by heart. I knew he had a tiny scar on his forehead and a few light freckles along his nose. His eyelashes curled up and fanned out. His cheekbones were perfect and his jaw was chiseled and square. I knew his face better than anything and I never got tired of looking at it.
Looking back I realize I was a little creepy but who cares. He was asleep. I’d fallen in love with the boy who starred in my dreams and only once had I doubted my love for him. And well you know THAT story.
I was fighting the whore in me that wanted to call him telling him to come back and order him to make out with me all day. I’m sure he’d be happy to comply. But I fought her because I needed to make things right with Ian.
This morning when I woke up, I had a text from Ian asking me if I wanted to go out with him. And that’s when I started sobbing. I didn’t want to be with Ian. I realized that I did indeed love Max. My heart belonged to him, and only him and I thought he hated me. That’s why I was surprised when he waltzed in looking like he owned the place. His eyes were wide as he looked at me like he was waiting for a bomb to go off. The thought made me shake with laughter. Oh God if he was here he didn’t hate me, I ran in his arms and well you know the rest.
I guess I had to get this over with. I planned to tell Ian that I only wanted to be friends. I knew in my heart that there was no room for him because Max occupied my heart and I don’t even know how he managed to pull it off.
