A/N In this chapter you get to meet Maxx. Tell me what you think of him in the comments!!
Also, I'm sorry about the horrendous Spanish that appears later in this chapter.
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Barely having 4 hours of sleep under my belt, I get ready to go to school. I shrug on a sweatshirt and jeans. After remotely brushing my hair, I trudge downstairs. I’m the only one awake right now, so I make myself a bowl of cereal. 10 minutes later, it’s gone and I’m packing up my book bag; barely half of my homework is finished, but I hope my teachers will let it slide. I grab a sticky note off the fridge and write to my parents that I went to school. I walk down our driveway and wait for the bus to pick me up.
I’m only standing there for about 5 minutes before the bus rolls down the road. There’s no one on my bus that I like to talk to, so once I get on, I sit in the first empty seat I find and stare out the window.
My bus ride isn’t that long, only about 15 minutes. It might seem long, but, well, you get used to it after a few days –or years, in my case-. After we reach the turn to enter the school, my bus driver, Stephen, stops instead of turning. There must’ve been a new student since I took a break. He stops in front of a dark purple house and lets a boy, about 16, board. The boy sits a seat across from me and looks at me. I ignore him, though, as we make the turn to enter school.
Once Stephen stops the bus I’m the first one off as usual. The boy that sat beside me runs to catch up. “Hey,” he says, fluffing his dark black hair, “I haven’t seen you around before, are you new?”
“Not new. Had to take a break.” I reply stiffly. I’m not in the mood for talking to people today. “A break?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling, “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. I had a funeral.” I say, rolling my eyes. “Oh,” he says, stepping in front of me and walking backwards. I’m hoping he trips so he leaves me alone. “Who died? Or is that too personal?” Trip already. “Too personal. And who are you?”
“Maxx. I started last week. I was going to show you around, but seeing that you’ve already been here I guess that’s unneeded.” You’re what’s unneeded, there Maxx. “Yeah. Thanks anyway.” I say, closing off any other conversation by sidestepping him and picking up my speed. I turn back for a second; Maxx is just standing there, with his back to me. Good for him.
I walk into the school, pass a few classrooms and the library, and get to my locker. I unlock my locker using the combination I’ve mastered over the years: 6-8-14. Nathan’s birthday is –was- June 8th, so my combination is easy to remember, the only hard part is the 14 which I have no way of remembering, just pure memorization. I grab a few books and head off to algebra.
Algebra in the morning sucks, but it gets my brain working for the rest of the day so I enjoy it. Sometimes.
I start really not enjoying it when Maxx walks in. I hand what I have complete to Miss Sherman and sit down in my seat.
“So,” Maxx says, “You have the pleasure of sitting beside me there-“ He pauses. “Abbigail.” I fill in for him. “Abbigail.” he repeats. “Congrats. You can say my name.” I say sarcastically. I’m usually not so snappy and sarcastic but I guess the Nathan and Addison things got to me. “Well someone’s a ray of sunshine in the morning.” he retorts. I smile into my hand and listen to Miss Sherman teach us algebra.
In the middle of class, when Miss Sherman’s back is to us, I feel a piece of folded paper get placed right beside my hand. I look over and Maxx winks at me. Ugh. I unfold it carefully so Miss Sherman doesn’t notice. It says, ‘Lunch?’ in what I’m assuming is Maxx’s messy handwriting. I wad up the paper and toss it into my bag.
