Maximus' POV of The Lone Dove: #2
Maximus Myers, a treasure to the Queen City High School, his own parents attended and fell in love. His mindset was not a mirror image of his father's, being a businessman was not his main goal when his mother, Anna...
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CHAPTER 14: Darling, Don't Dare Fool Me
How to tame a liar as beautiful as full grown, mechanical fire in my crazed, self-satisfying, punctured with punctual gratifying desire?
Liar: Poppy Parker.
Fire: The element her and I create.
Desire: An emotional topping of a slice of what I feel for her.
I was lying too though, why would I ever want to tame the flames of the girl I know to send my heart into a frenzied, bundle of unbelievably fried nerves and comes out, undeterred, unaffected and still completely, prominently, powerful.
That was rhetorical because I would never even suggest such a dim-witted decision and ruin who I basically wake up for in the morning. Speaking of mornings, mine was considered to be a 'clashing pain in my behind' friends, who demolished a perfectly 'sunny side up' day by telling me something worth hearing.
The conversation I'd walked in on yesterday, in front of the parking lot has kicked me to the curb and forced a tank to stroll over my chest to the point air was unrecognisable to my lungs at this piece of news. When I'd asked, yesterday, '-"What's a No?"-', thequestion was directed towards Poppy, but the obvious answers was on every other member's faces in her group. Guilt, regret and hidden fear. But...Poppy...she'd masked absolutely everything, as if trained, she'd hidden any fear, any regret and any guilt. If I know Poppy as well as I think I do, neither of these emotions were masked because, what's there to mask if there's nothing in behind?
She didn't feel guilty in not inviting us to their little slumber party near Ester Lake. She didn't regret calling the decision in not inviting us and I've never seen fear in those eyes. Though I hope I never will but, I don't know if I could even read the emotion on her when she does so well in mastering the subtle art of giving nothing away in her posture, her expressions, even the unreadable looks in her eyes. It's indescribably thrilling, when I watch her challenging nature come out at me but, it's also easier to lose everything good I may have been able to pick up with her. It was a seesaw that was never balanced and even when I've managed the even playing fields for mere nanoseconds, she'd jump and I was a complete goner.
Always losing the battle but, feeling good about losing because I got to see her win and she would never disappoint with her witty attitude, those freaking blonde curls and damn it to all, everything about her, I absolutely loved.
I must admit, I wish I got to sleep in, in the morning because, during rush hour traffic, dreadful afternoon rain and a crap tonne of yelling, cursing, bickering and more cursing, we were en-route to finding the correct motorway to this seemingly-impossible-to-find destination.
No, we didn't hack into her phone, or her laptop-Lord forbid-she'd never speak to me again-or any of their phones for that matter because there was all but one tiny loophole in their secretive plans at having a friendly get-together weekend without the rest of their friends.
