Young Girl

Chapter Ten

Fang

"I heard screaming. I came to find out what was wrong. And when I saw Max struggling against Sam, I pulled them apart." I answered Coach Berch's question.

Max had already run off out of the room, leaving her stuff behind while I talked with Coach Berch and Sam.

"And what happened to my nephew, Mr. King?" Coach asked, not looking at Sam.

"Max punched him once she got away from him. He was kissing her- and by the looks of what I saw, she didn't want to be kissed." I replied, letting every bit of venom I had seep into my words.

Seeing Max kissing Sam really did hurt me. I could tell she didn't want nor like him kissing her, but it still hurt. Seeing your girlfriend kiss someone else, against her will or not, still stung.

"Thank you, Mr. King. Could you take Max's stuff to her, wherever she may be? I'm going to tell the girls that practice is canceled for today," Coach Berch said to me before turning to look at Sam. "And you, Sam, I'm calling your mother and letting her deal with you. I can't believe you'd pull something like this. With one of my best athletes no less!"

Coach Berch grabbed Sam by his ear and dragged him in the general direction of the main office.

Good luck, Kid., I thought before grabbing Max's field hockey bag and her backpack from the floor and slinging them over my shoulder.

Max's backpack was a black leather and canvas rucksack looking bag and her field hockey bag was a black and purple drawstring bag with the school's logo on the front.

Though I didn't know exactly where she ran to, I had a pretty good idea. That being said, I headed upstairs to classroom 254. Otherwise known as Mr. King's English 12 classroom.

As I got closer to room 254, I heard the sounds of someone crying coming from that general area.

I quickly picked up the pace and almost broke the door handle with how roughly I opened the door.

When I saw Max sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room with her head in her hands and her entire body shaking as the sobs ripped through her, I wished there was more I could do to help her.

"Max?" I asked, wondering if she'd heard me come in.

No reply.

I looked back over my shoulder to see if anyone was coming before going over to her and kneeling down, placing her bags on the other side of her.

"Max?" I asked again, placing my hand on her knee.

That made her look up from her hands and into my eyes.

"Fang I- I'm s-so sor-ry. I cou-ldnt-t get-t hi-im away fro-om me-e." she finished on a hiccup, wiping beneath her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Don't worry about it, Max. I could tell by the way you were punching him and the extensive profanity after I pulled you apart that you didn't want to be ki-issing him." I assured her, tripping over the word 'kissing'.

"I- I kept-t thi-inking about you-u when he ki-issed me. I tri-ied pushing-g hi-im away-y from-m me-e. I ju-ust wasn't-t strong-g enough."

"Max, you're a seventeen year old girl. I don't expect you to be able to break away from someone like Sam. He's a wrestler and knows how to hold someone to where they can't break away."

"Thanks, Fang. Well, Coach is probably looking for me, so I should probably go." Max said once she stopped crying.

"Practice is canceled. Coach Berch said she's going to cancel practice and pick it back up tomorrow," I began, helping her stand up and picking her bags up for her. "Go home, Max. Get some rest. You deserve it."

"Thanks again."

"I'd kiss you right now if I could, you know that, right?"

She nodded, smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Max took the bags from my hands and slung them over her shoulder.

"Call me tonight and let me know how you're feeling okay, Max?" I asked, looking down at her and smiling.

"Of course I will. I was going to call you anyway," she replied, laughing slightly. "Bye, Fang."

"Are you feeling any better?" I asked Max while we were on the phone later that night.

Iggy was kind of preoccupied with his fiancee's face glued to his on the living room couch, so he didn't really care about me talking to Max.

"A little. I mean, I still hate that Sam pulled something like that. In front of you, no less. But you know I didn't want to kiss him. I would never do that to you." she replied in a whisper.

"I know you wouldn't," I smiled to myself before glancing over at Iggy, and deciding to take this conversation to my room so he- or more so Ella- wouldn't hear me. "But to be honest, seeing him kissing you really stung me. I just couldn't believe it when I saw it."

"How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"The thing with Sam. How did you know?"

"Well, I'd like to say it was like Boyfriend's Intuition, but really, I just heard you screaming. I was about to leave, but I heard you yelling, so I bolted toward the locker rooms, almost knocking like four teachers over in the process. But, that's their problem."

More than an hour of conversation followed that before Max started yawning. I decided it was probably time for her to hit the hay. After all, it was almost eleven thirty p.m. Yeah, that's still early yet, but with what she'd had happen today, she deserved to go to sleep.

Hell, even I went to sleep after that.

Max

Even though I'd just talked to Fang on the phone, I really still felt sick to my stomach.

Sam had never acted like that towards me... Ever. Don't get me wrong, he's always been an ass, but he never did something to that extreme.

I couldn't help it. I started to cry again, remembering what happened.

Usually, Max Ride doesn't cry... Ever. Not for anything. But this, I couldn't stop the tears.

The sobs broke through my chest as I dropped my head into my hands.

I assume Ari heard me crying, because about five minutes into my crying, he came in and sat next to me, rubbing my back in circles like he knew I loved. It calmed me down, even when I didn't want to be.

Ari knew about what happened at school, so he already knew why I was crying.

What he didn't know, however, was the talk with Fang I had.

"Maxi, please stop crying. I hate seeing you cry." Ari whispered as he rubbed my back.

I didn't stop. I didn't think I could, to be completely honest. I just turned into Ari's chest and continued crying, succeeding in soaking the front of his shirt.

"I'm so-orry, Ari-i. I-I got-t your-r shi-irt all we-et." I apologized, but didn't stop crying.

Gradually, I slowed down on the crying, but I still didn't want Ari to leave.

"Ari, will you stay with me tonight?" I asked.

Ari nodded and snuggled under the covers with me.

"Thanks, Ari. Having you here means a lot."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter like I enjoyed writing it! (:

xoxo,

K.J