Max's PoV
After Alexis had taken me to the office she had to leave with one of her friends. So while I was waiting for my mom I saw this really cute guy waiting outside too, but he looked really familiar. As I was about to walk up to him he turned around and we bumped into each other. "Ow dammit what the hell!" He yelled. "Well mister I should ask you the same thing." I slowly looked up at him. And for the first time I see how gorgeous he is. "Know what I don't care why you bumped into me, your actually kinda cute. What's your name?" Still staring at him I noticed that he has dark hazel eyes. Snapping out of my trance I answered him "Well Mister--" before I could finish my sentence he interrupted by Saying "The names Bruce Stevens." "Well Mr. Stevens, I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." I told him. "What can I call a gorgeous girl like you?" "The names Max Ross." After we talked for a few minutes I decided to call my mom so she could tell me where she was. When I called her she didn't pick up so I left a message saying that I'll find another way home. "Dammit I got to find a way home. And it's already getting dark." "Hey you said you needed a ride home, right?" I turn to see Bruce looking at me expecting an answer. "Um well Bruce I don't normally agree to get into strange people's cars, but since your all I have right now I guess it will work." "Cool, come on my cars in the parking lot."
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"Thanks for the ride Bruce, see you at school." "Oh it's no prob Max see ya." Bruce said as he drove off. As I was walking up to the gate of my house I see that the lights are off. 'What's my mom doing that the lights are off, cause I doubt she's asleep.'
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