Undone [Completed]

Undone: [Fifteen]

Okay, so just because I didn't want to put this at the end, here goes:

1. Please go to my profile and read the About Me. If it's familiar, I apologize.

2. I've been trying to write one-shots. There's one up that I'd appreciate if you looked at, but nothing to this.

3. What is to follow might have some stuff you'd consider as icky filler stuff, but I promise there was a point to things that happened.

Max

So it turned out that my…hesitance to talk to anybody had been ill-founded. There was no big deal to talking about how I felt with my friends – that is, there shouldn’t have been, not the way I’d made it out. I suppose it further reassured me when I recalled that I did not have Biology that day. Which translated to not having any other class with Leo, unless, of course, he’d transferred to another one of my classes too – but I tried not to think about that possibility.

I know I had said that I’d try to get to know him better, in hopes to dispel the fear I felt of him, and of my ex-boyfriend, but I was starting to get cold feet. On a basic level I knew it was foolish, especially considering that the odds of him too being a rotten egg were miniscule, and that I would never give him the opportunity to hurt him, but yet, on a deeper, more primitive level, the need to get away was overwhelming. Which, admittedly, was what I had to get over, but it’s really not that easy to fight instinct. Therefore was I excitedly jumping up and down at the prospect of crossing paths with him?

No, I wasn’t.

“Uh, Max?”

I looked up, startled. A set of blue eyes was peering at me in concern – it took me a moment to decipher whose they were, and yet another to gather my bearings – my locker, just before the second lesson.

“Hey,” the smile came to my face automatically.

Having gotten rid of the fear I’d had, seeing him was a welcome change. Or rather, seeing him alone was the welcomed bit. Neither of us said anything for a couple of seconds – me remaining silent to allow Nick to say what he so clearly was struggling with.

“So,” he started, “We have English next, right?”

I raised an eyebrow. Really?

He got the message. “Okay, so yeah,” he paused, “I get you didn’t want to talk about it or anything and didn’t want to be pressurized but Ryan told me that they, uh-”

“Cornered me after lunch?”

He refused to look at me, averting his gaze to the stone floor below. “Yeah.”

“It’s not a big-” I stopped midway, suddenly realizing the reason as to why he looked so guilty, “deal,” I finished, “and you had something to do with it.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Look at me.”

He did. “Yeah, I kinda asked them to try and talk to you, ‘cause you know, I knew you didn’t want to see me and-”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted him again – not the best way to apologize, but seeing him feel all guilty about me avoiding him had me feeling like a real jerk right then. “I just didn’t want to talk about him.”

“I’m sorry too,” he said softly, “I shouldn’t have pushed.”

I shook my head. “No, don’t say sorry because you cared. It was, I was just…stupid.” His questioning look made me continue. “I was being too-too stuck up, proud. Just wanted to handle this on my own for once, you know?”