Max and I (A Max Schneider Fanfic)

~Chapter 10~

~Chapter 10~

The next week, I walked into school on Friday and noticed a buzz around the school. People were staring at me as I walked down the hall to history class. I quickly stepped into the bathroom next to my classroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked alright. I don't know what they were staring at. I was wearing a purple plaid shirt over a light pink tanktop. On my legs I was wearing SUPER comfy skinny jeans and cute black boots. But of course, on my head I was wearing a lacy blue hat. I can't go without my hats!  A few strands of blonde hair were sticking out. It was fashionably messy. My makeup was applied lightly as usual. I still didn't get why people were staring.

I quickly stepped out of the bathroom and walked into history class. I tried to be as unnoticable as possible. It's times like this I wish I was invisible.

"Hey Megan, what's up with everyone? Is there something wrong with me?" I asked Megan as she sat down in the seat next to me reading a copy of 'Teen Magazine'. It's a magazine that has all the latest gossip about the stars. I never read that kinda garbage. But I noticed a lot of copies around the school this morning.

"Marissa you might want to see this," she handed me the magazine, which was open to a certain page.

I read the title at the top of the article, 'Mystery Girl for Max?', is what it was. This. Is. Not. Good. There was a bunch of pictures of Max and I. There was one of him holding my hand helping me off the bench at the park, and two different ones of us linking arms at the park and in the city. Then there was a few from our school. They were in the theatre before the show. Somebody took pictures and sent them to the press. There was one of him picking me up and hugging me. And then the other REALLY made me mad. Some moron took a picture of our kiss. My face wasn't visible in any of the pictures except for the one where he was hugging me.

That's why people have been staring at me. Luckily not the whole world knows who I am. Whoever sent the pics didn't send a name. So I still remain 'Mystery Girl' to the press. I then read the article.

Looks like this girl spent her day Maxed out! How To Rock star Max Schneider was recently spotted with a new babe. But who is this 'Mystery Girl'? We were unable to talk to them at the time about their brewing romance, but clearly these pictures speak for themselves! Is Max 4Real? Or she just another pitstop on his tour? Find out in next week's addition of Teen Magazine!

May I repeat. This. Is. Not. Good. I handed the magazine back to Megan.

"I'm so sorry about all of this! I feel so bad!" She appologized.

"It's fine. I saw this coming. But yet it comes back to bite me in the butt."

"If there's anything I can help you with, I'm here."

"Thanks Megan."

"You can call me Meg if you want," she offered. At that very moment I made a decision. I like Megan. If she isn't real friend I don't know what is.

"Thanks Meg," I smiled. Just then a shadow casts over me from behind. I turned aroung to spot Hannah Coleman standing over me with an 'I'm-Gonna-Kill-You' expression on her face.

"Yes?" I asked Hannah. I looked at her and had to stop myself from laughing. She was wearing a pink T-Shirt that said 'I'm THE Schneider-Monkey' on the front, and 'BACK OFF!' on the back with a picture of Max on the back. She is head of his fan-club, and a truly obsessed and crazed fangirl.

"Stay away from Max or else!" She growled. If this was a cartoon she'd have steam coming out of her ears she was so angry.

"We're not even going out!" I argued in my defense.

"You better hope you're not!" She shouted at me then stomped her foot and stormed off. Wow. Possesive much?

"Ignore her. She hasn't had her psyco meds yet this morning. Don't get her too mad or she'll have to go BACK to the mental hospital," Megan laughed.

"Would that be a bad thing?" I asked. We both laughed until the teacher silenced the class. I decided to go ahead and like Meg. She's a pretty cool girl.

Halfway into class my phone buzzed. Thank God it was on vibrate, or else my phone would be gone until I'm 60. There's nothing my mom hates more than calls from the headmaster.

I looked at the message and replied.

Max- Did you read the new issue of Teen Magazine?

Me- Who hasn't and yeah it's an issue alright!

Max- My publicist is working on it. Don't worry. Wanna meet for coffee after school?

Me- Sure, but what about the paparazzi?

Max- We'll find a way to ditch them, bring a body guard or something. Go incognito.

Me- Max you're crazy. I'll see you at 4:00.

Max- If you're gonna be late, call. You know how I worry!

I couldn't help but giggling a little at the last thing he said. He was quoting his character Charlie from 'Rags'.

"Is there something wrong Ms. Addams?" my teacher asked. Apparently she heard me giggling.

"No Ma'am," I replied politely.

"What do you find so funny?"

"I just heard the last thing you said wrong I was laughing at myself I am so sorry," I lied in an apologetic and regretful voice.

"It's alright. Just try to laugh on the inside next time," she told me then went back to teaching. Wow. She totally bought that. I guess I'm not that bad of an actress after all.