Sorry My Foot !

"Hey! Wait up!" Gosh! Like leave me alone... you got the time to guess... now it's my time!

He was a fast runner... he caught up to me in no time. I stood their ignoring him, like he didn't even exist. The whole gang was now rushing toward us and almost everyone, around us was beginning to notice the bladebreakers. Now, Max was staring at me yet still panting from all the exhaustion.

"Yeesh, you are pretty fast! I am so sorry for not noticing it was you. After all these years, that I expected to see you, you kept disappearing there and here. So I had no hopes up that I was gonna catch you with the gang," he relaxed. He actually looks very sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have given him a hard time after his visit to America and all. He looks pretty exhausted. But playing a little more won't hurt.

"Gee Max, I had no idea!" I excluded in a sarcastic way. He smiled faintly but I could tell he was yet confused. Maybe I should forget this... I didn't want us to meet this way. I struck my hand out toward him. "Apology accepted," I said trying to show no strong intention. He was pushing his hand from his side to shake with mine. Suddenly, he hesitated and instead he stepped forward. I am confused... doesn't he want to shake hands. He is no more a nine year old, scared about girls having cooties. He started to come closer toward andthen the strangest thing happened. He opened his arms for me ––a hug. Not so fast! I stepped to the side and began to run, but he followed me. He knows me well. He was now walking fast... pretty fast. Everyone was shocked, except Tyson who looked ready to crack up anytime.

"Get her, Maxie!" Tyson exclaimed. Seriously? He was speeding up, running after me. It will not be this easy... He was now an inch behind me.I stepped to the side. It's now or never! He was closer. Now! Then I did something no one had expected. I struck out my foot. Sorry! But seriously, you asked for it.

Just before he was about to fall, I grasped his hand, only half a foot down below was the ground.

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His eyes looking into mine–– an ocean storm moving rapidly and me a log lost in it's phenomenon–– I had to say, it was an awkward moment. I mean, isn't it supposed to be the other way around––him holding my hand in his hand, me almost close of falling to the ground.

I sighed. "You have grown very weak, Max. Didn't expect this from you..." He blushed. "Lesson number one, never underestimate your opponent." He just stared at me.

Tyson was closing in.

"Let him go, Martina!" As you say, my master. I let go of his hand and he landed heavily to the ground. Now, Ray and Kenny were coming forward.

"Owwww!"

"Max, are you alright?" Ray asked. Kenny was giving him his hand and pulling him up.

"Gosh, Martina! Give Max a break, would you?" Tyson began. I ignored him. What does he know about? And anyways Max asked for it. I crossed my arms to my chest and began walking to the exit.

"Don't blame her. It's my fault."

I could hear their voices behind me while we walked to Tyson's home. We were supposed to go with Mr. Dickenson but he never showed. We could have caught a cab yet Max suggested we walk there.

"You look so tired, Max. We should catch a cab to Tyson's house," Ray sighed.

"It's alright, this is some good exercise," Max answered.

"Let me hold your luggage for you," Kenny began.

"No, it's alright! We are almost there anyways," he replied. After that everyone remained silent. I guess they are all tired.

"So Max, made any girlfriends yet?" Tyson blurted out. Finally he speaks, and he speaks about girls. I chuckled. Max remained silent. Ooooo... Maxie has a girlfriend.

"Nope!" he exclaimed.

"What did I hear? Proud to be single?" Tyson laughed. Look at yourself, Tyson. You are dating seven girls at the same time. It will be so fun, breaking the truth to your girlfriends. I grinned. "At least, he is not a two-timer like you! Oh! I forgot, a seven timer!" I chuckled. Without looking behind, I could tell that Tyson was mad. Everyone else laughed, hysterically.

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