Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 6

Chapter Six - Deeper Than the Surface

- Madeline's POV - 

I was genuinely terrified. Haley had her arms crossed, a mad look spread across her face. When did she see us talking? How did she even see us in the first place? 

"So," she uncrossed her arms. "Tell me why." 

If anyone knows me, I am such a horrible liar. I get nervous and feel awful about it. I need to think of something fast and most importantly, believable. 

"I-um, he was asking me about the uh, marketing class," I waved my right hand around trying to add some realization to the story. I could not read Haley's face now. She still looked angry, but confused, but then understanding. It was like a girl on that special time of the month. 

"Why?" She looked back at her mess she had made, and then continued to rumble through it. 

Come on Madeline Jade, think. "Well, uh, he was late and so he was just asking about what he missed," I watched her destroy the drawers. 

"Fuck," she sighed in frustration. "Why was he late?" Why is she asking so many questions? I feel like throwing up right now. 

"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders even though she could not see me. 

"Probably got a quick blowjob from that skank," she muttered to herself. My eyes widened. A what? I have heard of that before. I thought back to my ninth grade geometry class. These two guys named, Brent and Conner, sat behind of me and talked about the most disgusting stuff. 

"Dude, she swallowed. Ain't no way that bitch is a virgin." 

"Tight as fuck bro." 

"She sent me nudes and I didn't even ask for them. She was so desperate for a fuck." 

Those two were sophomores and I always remembered not ask my parents about what they were talking about. I mean, sophomores?! What happened to waiting until marriage? Oh wait, that is only for the crazy church freaks, like my family. Do I think about having sex? Yes. Do I want to have sex? No. 

"Hm, yeah, I guess," I sat down on my bed, wondering what to do for the next hour. Haley was beginning to put her drawers back together. "What were you looking for?"

"Something. I must have left it back home," she seemed quite sad now. I did not say anything else, knowing that whatever it was, it meant something to her. Martin was creeping in the back of my mind. I had the urge to tell her what I thought about him. 

 "He wasn't that bad, you know," I commented quietly, picking at a spot on my jeans. 

"Who?" Haley was definitely zoned out of our conversation. She must still be thinking about whatever she left back home.