The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Twin Who Gets Angry

Max Golding's POV

I get a single text. That's all it took. Just one text to set my mind of in worry.

George Moore: Meet me tomorrow - we need to talk.

He knew, he had to have found out. I'm trying desperately to get a hold of Charlie, all night I've been worrying. It's now the morning of school and the last thing I want to do is talk to George. He's my best friend, I couldn't be closer with a person other than Charlie. She is everything in my world, I couldn't help myself, I just felt so...so strongly that I had to just make the jump and not care about consequences.

Now you care about them you moron.

I'm waiting outside the school gates, hyping myself up to go inside. Telling myself I can do this, when in reality I'm not looking forward to having my nose and arm shattered.

I finally get the courage to walk through the gates, I know George is already here. I made a point of being later than him so I can try and avoid him. I text Charlie once more asking for the location of her brother but I get no response, I take a deep breathe as I jog up the large concrete stairs and through the double doors to hell.

So far on the journey to my locker I've heard no commotion and have seen none of the boys. Meaning I'm in the clear. Shovelling books into my bag, I start to swing the backpack over my shoulder confidence until something rugs on the other handle. Every muscle tenses, every bone becomes aware and I am rigid.

"Max." I hear from behind me, it's George, so much for avoiding him.

"Uh, Hi, what did you want to talk about?" I ask him innocently.

"Well, you see, Charlie came home last night, with a few bruises it seemed on her neck. Small bruises, leading to other areas. And I was just wondering if you had anything to do with it?" He states, straightening up, he is shorter than me but still has a temper. In the corner of my eye I see a blonde girl stand close, I see the darkening marks on her neck, it's Charlie. I break the eye contact with George to look at her, her beautiful face, she nods at me. An indication to be honest.

"Yes. George, I did do that." I admit, not backing down, confidence growing.

"You son of a bitch! That's my fucking sister Max!" He yells at me, rage exploding from within him.

"I know she is! But George she isn't your property!" I argue back.

"No apparently she's yours now! How many punches will it take until you learn that she's off bounds to my best friend!" He yells once more.

"No matter how many times you punch me, doesn't matter how hard I'm not going to leave her!" I shout back, I see his fist raising up. I react quickly and block it before he makes contact with my face. I hear a faint scream, I'm not sure who from as my own rage kicks in. I scrunch my own hand into a fist as I plant it into George's chin.

He staggers back, shakes his head to recalibrate. He lunges for me once more, I move out of the way and watch as he stumbles. I suddenly feel a small hand grab my shoulder which snaps me instantly out of the anger frenzy I'd been coaxed into. I turn around to find Charlie holding my shoulder with Liz behind her, I smile gratefully until I feel a fist plummet into my jaw. Arms grab me from the front as George jumps on top of me, I hit the floor as he raises his arm once again to layer more blows to my face.

"George Jesus Christ stop it!" I hear Liz say as she tries to shake him off me, he simply waves an arm behind hitting her in the shoulder. I see anger flush her face as she turns to Charlie for the go ahead. And as George lifts his arm once more for the 6th punch to the face, Liz grapples it and pulls it behind his back and jolts it upwards. We all hear a crack as he screeches out in agony. We hear another pop as she shoves his shoulder back into place, brutally. But it seemed it was the only thing that made him stop hitting me repeatedly in the face.

"Shit Liz." I gape as I feel arms grab my shoulders, pulling my away from George. I turn back and see a vague figure of Zach, my head aches and my eye was swelling up quickly.

"Max! God are you okay?!" Charlie runs toward me, I brush Zach of my shoulders as engulf her in my arms.

"I feel smashing, at least he knows eh?" I chuckle, I slightly see her eye tear up, she sniffles into my chest and I just hold her.

"You okay man?" Zach checks with me as he gets up. We hear an authoritative voice echo down the hallway.

"What on Earth is going on here?!" I hear the principle yell. Charlie attempts to help me up as Liz jolts George up right roughly, I watch as he winces in pain. His lip is bleeding badly, and his nose looks badly bruised. I watch as the principle looks at my face in shock and anger, then moves his gaze to George. "Moore and Golding, my office, now. Baker and Charlotte wait outside I want words with you also." He remains calm as he strides away. Charlie passes me my rucksack as we walk behind the teacher.

"How do I look?" I whisper to Charlie.

"I mean, it's worse than last time." She responds, giggling silently.

"Felt like it." I say as we both start laughing. As we walk past George, arm in arm I watch as his face tenses. Liz escorted him behind us, I know she wasn't being company as a friend, she was watching and making sure he didn't attack once again.

"Boys, in here with me, ladies wait here please." The principle gestures towards the two chairs, Charlie loosens her grip on my arm and Liz accompanies her in the seats as George and I enter the hell that is the principles office.