What You Do To Me

Chapter 1: Maxwell's POV

Maxwell (Just imagine him with gold eyes) ^^

"This was a mistake; this was a mistake." I chant to myself as Brielle and I walk up the driveway to his house. HIS HOUSE. HOW DID I LET HER CONVINCE ME TO GO TO HIS HOUSE!?!?
"Can't we just go back to my house??" I plead, turning to her. Her hair is wavy and black and dyed red at the tips and her eyes are a brown the color of chocolate. Her skin has gotten tanner as the summer goes on. Not the bronze tan I have, I spend nearly my whole life on the pool deck, or even the beautiful honey-golden tan Casey has, but she's definitely gotten tanner.

She's wearing a red skirt that matches the tips of her hair and a black sweater that matches the rest of it. The outfit is kind of fancy, but not really. I'm just wearing light blue jeans, these one's aren't ripped, and a white shirt and shoes. My necklace dangles off my neck and swings as we walk.

"No, pussy." Brielle says, smirking as she grabs my hand and actually pulls me towards his front door. "We're going to this party, which just HAPPENS to be at Casey's house, and we're going to have fun! You know people besides Casey here." Her tone is sharp, but her face offers me a reassuring smile.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mumble. "Can't we just go back to my house? My sisters aren't even home! We can watch any movie you want! Even a horror movie." I plead, trying to make the offer more appetizing than one of Casey Isles' legendary parties. It's a losing battle.

She pretends to mull it over, her eyes rolled back as she thinks, then she smirks and rings the doorbell.

"You bitch." I hiss at her smile as the door swings open.

I freeze as a familiar body fills the door frame. Casey's body. I wonder how long I've spent staring at that body, trying to claim it as my own and then eventually coming to hate it. But then I always ended up longing for it again.

He's wearing an emerald green shirt and dark blue jeans that match his midnight-blue eyes. His curly blonde hair sits on his head in an attractive floppy mess and a leather bracelet clings to his golden wrist.

He got me a leather band to go with my ring. The ring was just a simple black band but it was the last thing my mother gave me. She got it for me when i was little and... it's stopped fitting. Casey got me a leather band to turn it into a necklace for my birthday and a month later, I got him one too. He wears it as a bracelet and hasn't taken it off since.

"Brielle!" He exclaims, bending down and giving her a hug. He's been here for almost 2 years, but I can still detect his London accent in his voice as he turns to me.

"Max." Casey says, stepping forward and hugging me as well. I freeze, forcing myself not to breathe in his scent. I do anyway of course. He smells like wood smoke and I groan inwardly; he even smells perfect. I slowly wrap my arms around him, but he backs out of the hug.

"Oh, I uh... brought alcohol..." I mumble, thrusting the bottle of whatever the fuck I have in my hands at him, hoping to cure the awkwardness.

"Oh cool! Fireball!" He says, gratefully taking the bottle and smiling at me. "This was a mistake, this was a mistake, this was a mistake." echoes in my head. But that smile... that smile almost makes it all worth it.

Now I only have to suffer through a 7-hour party before I can go home, crawl into my bed, and FUCKING SLEEEEEEEEP.

Casey steps back to let us into his house.

Brielle slips her hand into mine and adjusts her grip, wrapping around my wrist like handcuffs, then she yanks my arm as she walks forward. Pulling me into his house.