Playing The Waiting Game

Chapter Seven

June 18th 2015

The first official day here in Miami and everyone was still asleep. It was bound to be a nice day as I looked out of the window from the second floor. The view of the beach was pretty sick. There weren't many people out there other than early morning surfers. I stretched and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Once I was finished I went downstairs to the kitchen. The security guards were up and running, which made me wonder if they ever even slept? Disregarding the thought I walked into the kitchen almost soon regretting it. There standing was the one and only Jimmy Neutron sipping out of a mug. I felt his glare on me, and I tried my best to ignore it and not turn around and punch him square in the face.

I was pouring some cereal when I heard him say something, "She's not yours you know" he mumbled. The way he said it almost sounded as if he were standing his ground. I didn't turn around because if I did I would not be able to contain my anger. And, Claude is too far away right now.

I went to the refrigerator hunting down the milk when the dick head spoke once again, "As a matter of fact. She'll never be yours, she sees you as a friend and only that" He continued smugly. That's when I turned around and planted my fist into the center of his face. It was so quick of a reaction I didn't believe it myself at first. He stumbled backwards and held his nose that now was bleeding.

As if there was an earthquake Ryan came running down the stairs. The security guards were already in the kitchen ready to step in. I was so rigid. I could kill him.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Ryan yelled and I looked over to him and if this were any other time I would've laughed at his SpongeBob squarepants pajamas. Boy had the entire set. I wouldn't be surprised if he owned the slippers.

Neutron started to laugh as he let go of his nose and fixed his posture. His nose was still bloodshot red. I wish I would've hit him more than once. "Your friend and I just had fallout, No biggie though. I'm fine. Are you?" The idiot asked sarcastically. I was still breathing harshly and if it weren't for the security hours standing in the way my other fist would have been planted in his rib cage.

"Max, what's going on?" Ryan asked me looking back and forth between the both of us expecting a real explanation.

"Go ahead, Max tell him." Jimmy urged before he turned around and started walking out of the kitchen but not before turning back around and looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Oh, and by the way who would've known how wild Noelle could actually be" he mumbled laughing as he walked away. It didn't take me long to figure out what he meant.

And that's when I went after him, only to be stopped by Ryan's fucking security team.

I was ready to murder the kid. That's the only thing that was on my mind. Murder.

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Noelle Chandler POV

I heard commotion downstairs and as I got up to see what was going on I almost collided with a tall lean figure.

"Oh. Sorry, Noelle." As I look up to see that it is Jimmy, I am suddenly confused, "What the hell happen to you?" I ask him as he holds his bloody hand to his bloody nose. The blood is streaming and he seems as if nothing is wrong.

"Well, Good Morning to you too" He jokes. I fold my arms in front of my chest. "I'm not kidding Jimmy! You have a bloody nose and its 9 am!" I point out.

"Nothing major, I just bumped my head against the cabinet and this happened" He shrugs. I don't believe him but before I can say anything else he continues to walk into the room slamming the door behind him. I furrow my eyebrows knowing that the noise that woke me up this morning was the sound of people yelling.

I walk downstairs and see Ryan standing in the kitchen drinking out of a cup, as Maxwell sits in front of him on a stool with his head in his hands. "Good Morning, Noelle" Ryan chimes. I nod my head in response and almost quickly Maxwell raises his head, he looks angry. He doesn't say anything and slowly gets up from the stool walking towards me.

"Maxwell" I say softly. I don't know what's going on, I know Maxwell is upset I just can't tell why. Just when he was going to reply down comes the entire crew. Vanessa clearly upset about the noise that woke her up.

"Okay. What the actual fuck was all that commotion!" She yells.

"You yelling is not making the situation any better" Her brother adds as he walks to the kitchen running his hands through his hair. She glares at him but he ignores her.

"Seriously, it's nine in the morning" Ryan adds sipping out of the cup.

"Oh kiss my a-"

"Enough!" I yell out, cutting Vanessa off. "Anyone care to tell me what happened here? Maxwell..." I look up to meet eyes with him and he's looking down to the floor. I take a glance at his knuckles and see that they are bruised.

I was about to walk up to him as he frantically gets up from the stool and walks upstairs. I am suddenly confused as I see Tyler follow him up. What happened?

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Maxwell POV

I'm in the bathroom cleaning my fist as Tyler comes in sitting down on the toilet seat. "What the hell happened bro?" he asks as I lean over the sink with my head hung low.

"I punched him" I mumble.

Tyler doesn't say anything, and it stays silent for a while. Until he decides it's best to say something. "Max, you can't let him get to you it's no-"

"He said something, he made a comment" I tell him slowly. Just thinking about what he said makes my blood boil.

"Okay. What did he say?" He asks slowly.

I turn to him keeping my face passive, "Something about how wild Noelle could be" I mumbled as I feel my fist tighten.

Tyler exhales and shakes his head. "You know he said that to get a reaction out of you! He knows you love her-

"And he's going to try and take her away from me! Over my dead fucking body Ty!" I yell.

He is about to reply until we hear commotion outside of the bathroom until the hallway. I quickly open the door seeing Millie standing there with wide eyes.

Oh fuck my life.