I Am Loving You More

Chapter 2

GUESS WHO FINALLY UPDATED??!!!

I've always wanted to be in HSM like it's always been my child hood dream so Mrs. Young is going to be Mrs. Darbus just because why not? If you don't like, leave. Kidding, ilyasm ♡♡♡

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Levi

"Can anyone explain what message the author was trying to get across in this particular part of the story? Anyone?"

Silence.

We all sit there with our mouths closed. No one bothers to try and answer because knowing Mrs. Young, she'll be looking for the most irrelevant answer known to man kind. I learned that the hard way my Freshman year.

Mrs. Young paces the front of the room before she hits the board behind her, the smack echoing throughout the classroom.

"That's right class! Frustration! Gold stars for all of you!" Her voice is loud and full of both sarcasm and fake enthusiasm. The kid who always sleeps in the second row didn't even jump. He just lets out a loud snore. At this, the class erupts into laughter, clearly to Mrs. Young's annoyance. Before she has a chance to lecture us, the intercom beeps.

The overly kind and always happy receptionist's voice comes out of the speaker. "Mrs. Young?"

"Yes?"

"Pardon the interruption, but I have the two new students that will be in your class this semester. Should I send them down?"

"Wonderful! Please do!"

"Okie dokie!"

With that, her joyous but nasally voice goes silent and Mrs. Young faces us with the biggest smile on her face. It's actually borderline creepy if you ask me.

Throwing her hands up in the air, she let's out an exagerated sigh. "This is so amazing!" She began walking up and down the aisles, assessing each seat and each students occupying it. I mindlessly drum my fingers against the desktop, not paying attention to my surroundings.

The click of her heels that previously filled the air aburtly stops and the room is once again ingulfed in silence. I feel Mrs. Young's presence behind me, her eyes staring into the back of my head and I start to get anxious. Instead of her stare, I focus on my fingers and the steady beat that they create against my desk.

"Yes! Perfect!" She squeals and claps her hands as she hussles to the front of the classroom.

"As you all know, we are starting our poetry unit. And today class, not only are we fortunate enough to get a new student, we have two joining us today! So, please go out of your way to help them feel welcome here at Northwood High." She is cut off by a creak that escapes the old door that holds us captive in this confined place for an hour.

"Looks like one of them is here now."

A breath catches in my throat.

Her.

She's here.

I never thought I would see her again. I thought she only existed in my nightmares. I get this tight feeling in my stomach. Just shake it off, Levi. It's just a coninsidence. It's probably just some girl that looks like her. Her name can't be -

"Nope. My name is just Maxx. Not short for Maxine. Not long for Max with one x. Just Maxx."

Shit. It is her.

Small beads of sweat spring up on my palms and I discreetly wipe them on my jeans.

I never thought I would see her again. Especially at my school after I mover to the other side of the state.

"Isn't that lovely? Both of you in the same class. Now, if you and Bayli could take your respective seats behind Mr. Levi, we will continue with today's assignment."

She follows her cousin to the two seats bahind me, her eyes cast down at her schedule that she carefully cradles in her small hands. She slightly lifts her gaze and me immediately make eye contact. Both of us being the sttuborn people that we are, neither one of us wants to be the one to break it.

I give her a half smile as she takes her set and she let's out a scoff. I just let out a small laugh to play off the small sting that I felt.

Damn.

I try to be welcoming and polite. But I can't be mad at her. She's been through a lot. But what sucks is that I can't help her because she doesn't know that I know.

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I step out from Mrs. Young's room and adjust my backpack on my shoulders. The halls are deserted. Evidently everyone had left for lunch. I just shrug and walk to the water fountain.

I round the corner and see Maxx facing the wall. Why isn't she with Bayli? My question is answered when I hear her sniffles. I quickly pick up the pace and cautiously place my hand on her shoulder "Hey. Are you alright?"

She lets out a small yelp as she turns to face me. If it weren't for her tear stained cheeks, I would think she was pretty pissed off. She makes no attempt at hiding her tears. Instead, she steps closer until her face mere inches from mine.

"Peachy. Can I-uh ask you a favor?" I nervously swallow and nod my head, my eyes never leaving hers. I can't help but let my eyes flicker from her deep browns eyes to her pink bow shaped lips. She notices and gives me a small smile.

"What favor did you want to ask me?"

"Oh, uh- it's stupid forget it. I'll just leave." Before she had the chance to walk away, I grab her hand and pull her back. "What are do-" I catch her by surprise when I softly press my lips to her left cheek. I let her go and start to walk away.

"Wait!" I don't even have the chance to make it down the hall when she calls me back. I retrace my steps and nearly fall to the floor loosing my balance. I feel a sharp pain on the left side of my face and I look at Maxx, baffled.

"Who do you think you are? I've been through this once and I am not doing it again. No fucking way." She's sobbing as she turns on her heel and runs our the double doors.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

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Well shet.

So. Much. Drama!

Jk not even. I'm so melodramatic.

But anyway, I feel like this chapter isn't as good as I thought it was but hey, it's better than nothing.