Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Twenty- No more lies ( No Shelter )

Chapter Twenty- No more lies (No Shelter)

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Didn't I say I was going to regret saying what I said. I bloody knew! I stared at Maxine wide eyed and shocked. Kiss Dylan? I can't do that, that would ruin everything. He doesn't even like me like that! Oh god this is bad. What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. I didn't want to be called a chicken shit because I am no chicken shit.

"What are you up to, Maxine." Dylan said from behind. I froze then slowly turned to look at him. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed at Maxine. She put her hands behind her back innocently and swayed back and forth.

"Hey my hands are clean in this situation." Dylan gave her a suspicious look then he looked at me. He came closer to me until he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I was still as can be, while my heart was racing. I looked at Maxine to see her grin again. She motioned with her head as encouragement to what she dared me to do.

You know maybe being a chicken shit isn't so bad...

"What did Maxine tell you?" I turned to look at Dylan and met his gaze. On their own accord my eyes fell to his lips but quickly glanced back up at his eyes.

"N-N-Nothing." I swear I died of embarrassment. Maxine bent over in laughter as I hide my face with my hands. I was currently wishing the ground would swallow me up. I heard Dylan chuckle and I peaked through my fingers to see him looking down at me with amusement I'm his eyes.

"Nothing, huh? Doesn't look that way to me." I was sure by now that my face was of that of a tomato. Today is not a good day for me.

"Shut up, Dylan." I escaped from his grasp and walked into the mass of students all crowed up in a huge circle. Of course he didn't get the memo and soon he was right next to me again, with his arm slung around my shoulders. I felt a poke to my left and saw Maxine next to me. She wiggled her eyebrows and looked next to me, to Dylan. I mouthed a 'hell no' to her and she rolled her eyes clearly disappointed. Maxine then mouthed 'chicken shit' to me which I ignored. I was so NOT, let me repeat that, N.O.T going to kiss Dylan. No way, sorry dude, you got the wrong number.

Later coach broke us up into teams and Maxine was on mine. It was nice to have a girl as a friend. I really didn't have much of those these days. We were playing volleyball and I was scared for my life. I was never good at sports except for track, if that's even a sport. I was on the front line where people usually hit the ball, which was a big mistake my team made. And as if I wasn't in a bad enough situation, guess who was in the team we were playing against. I'll give a hint, the girls a bitch and has the hots for Dylan. Does a name come to mind? I know a name that comes to my mind. If you haven't already guessed it's mother fucking Teresa.

I was so oh so badly fucked. Right in the ass too. Why me? I looked behind me to see Maxine talking to our team mates about who was serving the ball first. I had an idea and I hope Maxine agreed with me.

"Max." I called out to her. Her head snapped to me at the sound of her name. She walked towards me, concern on her face.

"What's up?" I really hope she agrees with me.

"Can we switch spots?" Maxine raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why?" She asked. I motioned behind me with my head because I'm pretty sure Teresa was glaring daggers at me again.

"Ohhh. Why didn't you just say so. Yeah sure we can switch places." I sighed in relief. That was a weight lifted from my shoulders.Me and Maxine quickly switched spots and I immediately felt better.

The girl at the other end of the line I was in, served first. The ball went to the other side then back over to my side. I was literally in the corner trying to stay away from the ball. I had been hit with a ball several times before and it wasn't pretty. My classmates would line up each to have their turn to hit me with a ball. That was on of the worse days of my life. Since that day I've loathed P.E with a passion.