I know the first chapter most likely sucked with at least 3-4 mistakes but fuck it, I am in a very big writing mood, my sleep pattern fucked up, and got some sugar in my blood, let's do this.
Nathan POV
For some reason, I dragged Max away from everyone and pour out my secrets. After repeating this in my head for a little while, I soon realized that I am acting like a huge fuck up. But then again, I am a huge fuck up, or at least the prick that I call my father thinks so. Anyway, after making that deal with her, we snuck to her dorm room, 1, because she is alone, 2, I am suspended. Once we got to her room, we locked the door and I sat down on the floor, while she sat on her bed.
"Ok, um, should I go or-" "I don't care Max, just ask your fucking questions". I could have sworn that I heard her mumble pushy while pouting but I just rolled my eyes. I was tapping my fingers on the floor, waiting impatiently, while she was thinking. Then she looked down from the ceiling and at me and asked, "Why did Chloe consult you in the bathroom and why did you bring out a gun?". Well, should've seen that coming, considering that is how Max became fucking Sherlock. "Well, Chloe was trying to blackmail me knowing how I...act sometimes. And the reason I brought out the gun was I was tired of...everything, people, my dad hassling me, and possibly my medicine." "My turn, how did you know I had a gun?". She looked down as if trying to avoid my gaze, I guess I could already tell but I wanted to know for sure. "I-I was there". Now that I think about it, I remember seeing a torn picture….of Max.
"I SAW YOUR PICTURE-". Next thing I knew, Max was covering my mouth, "Don't scream, yes it was my picture, I dropped it after washing my face." "Why-wait a second, tell me everything". "I walked in, washed my face, took a picture of a blue butterfly, you walked in, I hid, Chloe came in and started hassling you, You whipped out a gun and then your hand twitched and Chloe died-forget I said that." "Did you just say I killed her?", "No, just...joking,anyway after that I pulled the fire alarm". "Then?" "Principal Wells asked me why I was in the bathroom and not out and I said lady troubles". Ok, so she didn't snitch and...ew, lady troubles*shivers.*. "Your turn". Max's gaze seemed to harden, the she asked, "When you and Victoria were sitting at my desk-" She looked down, but I swear I saw a tear. "-what did I do-...to you guys". I saw her get up towards her desk, and heard a little whimpers. "Don't tell me you're being a fucking wimp now, Max?". I saw her shoulders shaking, and then she turned around. "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU-*whispers*-to deserve this treatment?". "Stop fucking crying, so many people have worse lives than you".
She was quiet, silently crying until she spoke again. "I am sorry, I can't take it anymore, after I make sure this storm doesn't happen, I can leave." I was about to speak up but she cut me off, "I am sorry for fucking with a Prescott..*whispers* I obviously bit more than I can chew". I saw her reaching for her phone and I don't know what came over me but I snatched it away, and kept it in my pocket. She looked like she was ready to tackle me, but then she became hysterical. She was sobbing and my body wasn't listening to me anymore.
I rushed to Max and...held her. I made her stand from the bed and then I sat down in her place and placed her gently in my lap. I sat down with her rocking her gently for hours until she felt sleepy. I laid her in the bed and put the covers on her, then I was about to leave, nut Max grabbed my wrist and asked me to stay. So I climbed in and spooned her from the behind. We fell asleep, fortunately we kept the door locked. After a few hours, I think 5 or 6 a.m I woke up. I saw Max shifting around until she opened her red and swollen eyes. We just sat there in comfortable silence. I kept silent until I felt like I should console her. "Max?". "Yes?". "I'm sorry for..everything". She kept silent so asked, "Are you really going to leave". She refused to speak, so she just nodded. I didn't know what to say, so I just blurted, "Please don't leave me."
Max POV
I was shocked with what he just said. I just spooned with the guy who caused me hell.(In other ways also;)) He wants me to stay. 'Why, so you could drive me crazy'. "No because I need you in my life Max", "Did I just say that out loud?". Nathan nodded. I was super embarrassed. 'Oh my gosh, what if I said that I like him out loud' "I like you too, Maxine". "Did-". I just decided to slam my face in the pillow. Nathan wrapped his arms around my waist, flipping me over to face him. "Don't hide, and don't leave, I can't bare it", I slowly looked up at him. "Where does this leave us though Nathan". I saw him thinking, so I waited. "I think we should wait until you're completely comfortable." "What about your comfort". "Don't worry about me". I gave him a are-you-kidding-me look.
"Don't worry babe, ok?". I nodded. I looked at his face seeing some faint yet noticeable scratches on his face. I slowly brought my hand up lightly grazed the scars. "Don't feel bad Max, I was harassing you, I deserved it". I looked up at him, "I know you did, but...I am sorry". Nathan touched the hand on his face with his own and said, "No, I am sorry, for manhandling you, and for your wall, and everything that I did to you". I wasn't really thinking, at least not with my head, but I leaned in and softly kissed the corner of his lips. Then I whispered, "Thank you".
Nathan POV
My eyes popped out when she gave me that kiss. "I-I, your welcome." She lightly laughed, so I started tickling her sides lightly, and then she was almost snorting in laughter. "You little tease, apologize". "S-sorr- hahaha-Sorry N-Nate". I stopped and gave her a light and gentle kiss on the forehead. "You are forgiven", She smiled, and then I decided to get up. "Where are you going?". "It's getting late, and I don't want to get caught by the girls, and beaten by purses and pom-poms". She laughed and smiled, then got up and hugged me. "Promise to see me later, right, Prescott?". "Haha, yes ma'am". Max looked up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hurry so I can get changed, and don't get caught".