I'm just gonna start

"Oh fuck." Was what I heard immediately after a loud thump from the living room. My mom must have woken up, falling off the couch in the process.

It was the morning after mom's 'outburst' and I had fell asleep restlessly and had a dreamless night, thank god.

I got up grumpily knowing that if I didn't help her, she would probably end up kill herself because of her hangover. Serves her right.

I walked slowly downstairs making as much noise as possible, as a little payback for the day before. I was happy to see her face scrunched up in pain as and her hands over her ears as I approached her on the couch.

"Mornin' Sunshine!" I said unnecessarily loudly.

"Max, shut the hell up. Look, I'm sorry okay. God, just help me up." She said practically whispering, and her eyes shut in an attempt to handle the migraine I'm sure was pulsing in her head.

But I wasn't done yet, "Well I don't know why you need help getting up. You got up just fine yesterday to go out with your man whore of a boyfriend and drink all day. And you walked pretty damn fine when you came through that door swaying like a damn idiot. So I think you can manage." With that I turned around and walked upstairs stomping as loudly as I could.

"Maxxxx. Maaaaax." She moaned in protest as I continued to stomp.

I wasn't really going to leave her there; both she and I knew that, but she could wait until I finish getting ready for school.

After my LOONNNGGG, hot, steaming, LOONNGGG, shower, I got dressed afterwards, choosing to wear dark skinny jeans with a white shirt that had 'Good Girls Love' in black and 'Bad Boys' In red basically covering the whole shirt. Lame: yes. Cute: duhh. My shoes were white and black Vans with the tongue sticking out in front of the pants.

Of course I took my time picking out my outfit and doing my other routinely things.

I brushed my teeth, making sure I brushed EVERY SINGLE tooth individualy. My dentist would be proud. Combing out my hair, choosing to put it in a half ponytail with side swept bangs, making sure that every strand was in perfect position.

When all of this was done, I walked downstairs a bit quieter this time and made myself a bowl of cereal. I took my Coa-Coa Puffs back into the living room and sat in front of my mom.

She looked at me. "So you're hittin me pretty hard this morning. I must have done something pretty bad." She said with a weak smile.

I only crunched my Coa-Coa Puffs loudly and looked at her in between bites.

I love my mom, but there was no room for sympathy in these cases. At this moment she doesn't have my respect and doesn't deserve it.

When I finished my cereal I washed the bowl, and wordlessly carried my mom upstairs, well more like dragged her but whatever, to the bathroom so she could take a shower.

I waited outside the door for when she came out. And I then again dragged her to her room, and laid her on the bed, where she immediately went to sleep.

Through all of this, I managed to be late for school, therefore in need of my truck. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the door.

I arrived at school in the middle of first period and I figured it wasn't worth trying to go to first period to get the third degree. So walked lazily around the school dodging stray teachers and patrolling security guards.

I was walking down freshman hallway just cause I'm cool like that. Out of nowhere I was pulled into a janitor's closet by a strong hand, which immediately covered my mouth to drown out my screams of protest.

My first thought was, 'this hand smells kinda good.'

And my second was 'this closet is really small'

It was so tight that my kidnapper and I were practically chest to chest. It was obviously a boy, because no girl could smell this could, and he was about a foot taller than me.

I looked up and saw him.

I slapped his hands away, and scowled at him, "Nick! What the Hell! You just about gave me a heart attack!"

He just chuckled. "You should be thanking me. Security was just about to turn down this hallway. Why do you think I'm in here?"

NICKS POV

"Well I don't know, I would guess to have little happy time with yourself." She said with a scowl on her face.

I just scowled back. But I couldn't concentrate on scowling for much longer with her so close to me. Every time she tried to move, she would bump into me, sending small shocks up my arm to my chest and my….other place. I noticed how she kinda looked cute when she was agitated. When Angel looked agitated, all I noticed was how much bitchier she got. Sure Max could be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but there was something about her ferocity, her ability to handle everything in her life by herself, that made her so…hot.

This is so backwards; no one had ever had this effect on me. I always had this effect on them.

There was something wrong with me. I had Angel, one of the hottest, most popular girls in school. And here I was noticing her. God, there was something wrong with me.