Chapter 9: Maxwell

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Maxwell's POV
A couple days after being with Braxton

I wake up the next morning in my bed still thinking about the other night. The way she looked at me and touched me. No girl had ever done that to me. I've never had this feeling before. I climbed out of bed and walked into my bathroom. I turned the lights on and I started to brush my grill. I looked at my grill in the mirror to see it shine. I grabbed my Gillete razor and shaved my face. After I was finishing shaving, I touched my face to feel how smooth it was.

I walked down stairs and went into the living room and turned on the TV. The football game was on and my team the Carolina Panthers were kicking ass. I went into the kitchen to heat up some boneless chicken and make some cheese dip. I made the best cheese dip in Comp. I wanted to enjoy this little time alone before we had to go to school Monday. I couldn't wait to see Braxton. She was so beautiful every time I saw her. We have two classes together and I was happy about that.

I walked up in the school the next morning hoping to see Juicy.
"Aye, dawg where Juice at." I ask Wendell

"Shid I don't know. Why you worrying bout her she ain't yo Bitch. You didn't tell her about the party." Wendell asks me walking closer.
"Nawl, man I just need to talk to her." I lie.

"O Well wessup up for today." Wendell asks me.

"Ain't nothing I'm just gone chill at the crib." I tell him

"Well aight nigga peace." Wendell say to me before departing in the opposite direction.

I walk off to find Juice and she wasn't even in class. I sit down in class before the bell rings. Mr.Norton is talking bout some scientific bullshit but I really wasn't listening I just kept looking at my phone hoping Juice text me or call. I decided upon myself to text her.
Me
Aye man why you ain't been texting or calling wessup.
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There was no response.

School ends and I decided to drive over to Braxton's house to see what was up. I get out the car and walk up the steps to knock on the door. I waited about 5 minutes and then her brother Shawn answers the door.
"The fuck you want lil nigga." Shawn says with a blunt in his hand. He takes a few pulls and blows one in my face. I wanted to beat the shit out of him but my main concern right now was Juice.
"Where's Braxton? " I ask him with a mug on my face.
"I don't know. Me and her don't really communicate like that. Why you worrying about where she at. You ain't been worrying bout where she at." Shawn says.

As he is talking I'm growing real impatient. "Look man she ain't been texting or calling, I just want to know that she is OK." I tell him.

"Damn nigga, my sister must done gave yo ass some pussy or some head because yo ass acting brand new and shit. The old you wouldn't give two fucks about a bitch. I see ya nigga. But to answer your question the last time I saw my sister is when she was with Roxy, I think that was the morning after you call yo self being big and bad. " Shawn says to me with a grin.

"Yea, man." I say to him before walking off. I grab my phone out my back pocket and I call Roxy. The phone rings twice before she eventually picks up.

"Hello" Roxy says

"Aye Roxy have you seen Juice, her brother said you were the last person she was with. I ask.

"Uh,um nah we just went to the mall and she saw someone she knew and left with them." Roxy says.
"Damn, Well have you kept in contact with her because she seems to not be answering my calls or texts." I say

"Uh, Yea she told me that she went to um LA to do some shopping with her friend." Roxy says.

"OK Thanks Rox just let me know when you here from her." I say to Roxy worried.

"Yea sure no problem." Roxy says.

We both end the call. I sat in my car wondering about Braxton. This ain't like her to do something like this. I just hope she's alright. I put the key in the ignition and I start up the car and I drove home.

Note: Well guys, poor Maxwell. Any idea where Braxton is. Find out in Chapter 10. Don't forget to vote,comment, and follow. Thanks loves

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