Maybe Tomorrow

Loving.

Max's POV

Fat.
Ugly.
No one wants you.
Weirdo.

Freak.

Just a few of the thoughts running through my head as I look into the mirror. I feel so disgusting right now. Nothing I wear is right. My friends are waiting downstairs and I'm here having a crisis.

Just what I need before school.

I decide on a plain black button up shirt with some faded jeans. I brush my hair back into a tight pony tail and walk downstairs. Kevin and Tyler were waiting for me.

Kevin was a stereotypical gay best friend but I loved him. He had blonde swept back hair and usually wore bright and obnoxious colours.

Tyler was the opposite. She loved to wear blacks and navys and her hair was a deep purple. She was really honest and blunt but really funny. Somehow we'd all became really close even though we were completely opposite.

I loved it.

We head into Kevin's car and drive to the life sucking hell. School.
We walk into school and as usual, no one notices us. That didn't bother me. The less attention, the better. That should really be my motto to be honest.

And my first class, Science. Sitting near the girl who made me realise I was gay, the one I still have a crush on after two years.

Ella Roland.

She had long flowing strawberry blonde hair and a face sculpted by the God's. Along with her body. Her smile could catch the sun's rays perfectly.

But that's only when she was nice.

Usually, she was a little... bitchy.... bossing some of the desperate, testosterone fuelled boys around with her charm to get anything her cold heart desires. She never speaks to me and I don't speak to her. But somehow, I like her. A lot. But nothing will happen between us unless I'm dreaming. Or in a coma.

And just as I sit down I hear the deadly words.

School trip.

Fuck.

We were going to be going on a two week long trip to experience the outdoors which I rarely ever do. The teacher hands out the flyers for who's sharing what room and I look at mine.

Tyler Sanchez. Amazing

Rachel Cross. Okay.

And.

Ella Roland.
Fuck. My. Life.

I mentally sigh and die as I read it. And as I catch her attention she looks more confused as she searches the room for me. When our eyes look I freeze up. She slightly looks me up and down like I'm a piece of wall insulation and then sits back down.

I don't know why, but I feel like this trip may feel longer than two weeks...

Authors Note

Just so you know, Max is a girl. Just clearing that.