Reverse this curse. - chapter III.
They went into the classroom, with all students outside their desks, making noise. It was obvious that the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Near the bottom of all of the classroom, Emilie could see Omar and Bryan sitting next to each other. Max turned toward them, with Emilie following him, who and sat on the desk just behind them, to the bottom of the class.
"Sit here if you want, it's one of the few empty desks in the class, and I don't think you wanna have to sit together with those abortions of posh brats." Max said, indicating the desk at his side, right next to the window. Emilie was glad with that little essence of kindness on his part; she left his knapsack on the floor and sat down beside him. The teacher still did not arrive, so Bryan and Omar turned to talk to Emilie, to know her better, while Max was listening to his music with the iPod. That bothered Emilie, she hated Max's lack of attention, he liked the guys like him, because they were like her.
The bell rang, signaling the end of that class and the move to the next, and then Max got up from his desk. "Hey, what if we go for a walk or something?" "I won't, dude, we miss so much classes." Omar answered, and Bryan nodded in agreement with his friend. "Pff, come ooon, now we've got Maths, and it's boring to death... Emilie, will you come with me?" Glanced at her, and she shrugged. "Okay, I'm going." Emilie gets up from his chair and follows Max outside of class, while he typed something on his mobile.
"I just send a text to Ronnie." He said as they came outside. "We're meeting in the stands, in the backyard." "Cool." Emilie replied, relieved, because the idea of being alone with Max got on her nerves.
They were silent for most of the way, until Max noticed that Emilie had chain hanging from her skirt, and grabbed it.
"Look, I'm taking you a walk, like a dog." He looked into her eyes, with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile. "Stop it, you douchebag." She said, half joking and half serious, and pushed him against a wall outside the building, but what the girl did not expect was that he still didn't release the chain and, consequently, she fell on him. Quickly, she separated from him, blushing to the touch. "Bah, I don't care if you got hurt, it's all your fault, for being an idiot." He looked at the same mischievous smile, and continued walking.
They sat in the stands to wait for Ronnie, and while, Max pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter to lit a cigarette. "Seriously, what's the matter with that shit?" Emilie said, and thereafter, Max blew all the smoke to her face. Emilie, annoyed, took the cigar from his lips and put it in her mouth as if to give a puff, while Max looked at her dumbfounded. And happy with the care obtained, she hit a bite on the cigar, breaking it in two, and pulling both pieces to the ground.
"Hey, that was the last cigarette I had!" He leaned over her, tickling her and pulling her hair, two of the things that bothered Emilie most. "Arrrgg, stoooop!" She screamed as she tried to separate him from above her.
"Are you two having fun?" Both stopped and looked towards Ronnie, who had just arrived. Ronnie sat next to them two, which were incorporated to re-sit, while Max was laughing and looking at Emilie with that expression so characteristic in him.
"Your friend is a beast, he tried to rape me." Emilie said to his brother, as she looked at Max with a raised eyebrow. "That's your fault, you broke my last cigarette." Max defended himself, even while laughing.
Ronnie took out of his pocket a cigar for him and gave another one to Max, and then Emilie sighs with a grimace of disgust. "That shit is going to end up killing you, you should know." "Baah, we have to die somehow, it doesn't matter how." Max replied. "Yeah, well, but at least I wouldn't like to die of lung cancer, baby." "Of course not, baby." He said, joking and just to annoy her. "You, as a good emo you are, you will die slitting your wrists."
He had barely finished the sentence, when Ronnie gave him a punch in the stomach, which caused Max to lie down curled in the floor while shouting insults and curses.
"Max." Ronnie said, softly, taking the hand of her little sister. "Emilie hates labels, so be careful with that, okay?" "Okay, okay, my fault." He sat up, picking the cigar of the floor, and still clutching his stomach with both arms. "I'm sorry." He looked into the Emilie's eyes to utter those two words, and she replied with a smile, but not that ironic and evil smile she used to grin to Max, this time it was a sincere smile. And that smile made him feel good.
Emilie Scarlett.