"Sorry about that Maya." Sam said apologetically. "Leah is really nice when you get to know her. It's just she's not the most trusting of…" I raised my eye brow as I saw him struggle to find the right word.
"Strangers?" I questioned.
Sam looked a little awkward as he tried to find the right words. "No not strangers, she's just not that great with making friends."
I felt a little skeptical at first. The tone of her voice was not one of someone who didn't do well when meeting others; I knew what that sounded like: shy, awkward and stuttering. She sounded it like she flat out hated me.
"Oh, well maybe I shouldn't have said the stuff that I did." I said. If it was hard for her to make friends I defiantly shouldn't have said the things I did to her, even if she was the one who started it. I know what it is like to be awkward when making friends. To this day I still have trouble going up and talking to people that I don't know.
"No, you don't have to apologize, Maya." Paul said, clearly still angry. "She's always like that, it's not just when new people are over."
It was silent for a minute like they all new exactly what he was talking about. I felt a little left out but it was their business and if I kept hanging out with Paul I was sure I would eventually find out anyway.
"Anyway, let's talk about something else!" Seth suddenly intervened. "Like the beating that Maya gave Zane today."
Sam raised any eyebrow and took a seat. I felt Paul tense up at Zane's name, and the rest of the boy's laughed as the told Sam what happened at lunch.
"And so the next thing that I see is Maya flying at Zane and beating his face in!" Seth said laughing with the others.
"Really?" Sam questioned looking a bit amazed. "That's not something that I would think to expect from you. You just don't seem like the fighting type person, no offence."
I felt my cheeks heat up and glared slightly at Seth. "None taken, because that is not what happened!" I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "I did not go flying anywhere and I'm pretty sure that I wasn't beating his face in."
"Oh yeah?" Jacob questioned suddenly. "What did happen then? All I remember was hearing Zane yelling at you and then BAM, fist to face."
"We got into an argument that's all." I said not wanting to tell them all what really happened. I had already explained what happened to Paul and I would have to explain it again to my mother and I didn't want to dwell on the events more than I had to. "He called me something that I didn't appreciate and I just reacted, which I do feel a bit bad about."
Paul snorted, "You've got nothing to feel bad about. He deserved it. I bet now that he'll keep his mouth shut."
"Still," I started, "I overreacted the right thing to do was to walk away. Senselessly hitting a person has never solved anything."
Paul seemed to roll his eyes at that and the other boy's chuckled.
"Seems like you could learn a thing or two from Maya doesn't it Paul?" Quil said laughing.
"Shut up." Paul muttered kicking Quil with his foot.
"Ow." Quil said rubbing the side of his leg.
Emily popped her head into the living room, "Maya are you staying for dinner?"
"Uh,no." I said checking my phone and seeing that it was almost seven and also several missed calls from Zoe and my mother. It looked like my phone had been on silent. "Actually it looks like I have to get going. My mom's been calling me."
"Oh," She said seeming a little sad at first but then her smile lit up her face, "You are going to come back some time aren't you? I know we didn't talk a lot but it's nice to have people other than the boy's over."
I smiled and chuckled a little when the boy's gave mock offended gasps. "Yeah, I'd like to come over again. I actually enjoyed myself."
"Good," She said with a smile before saying goodbye and going back into the kitchen to finish up dinner.
"Do you mind taking me home now?" I questioned. "That is, if it's not too much trouble."
"It's no problem, let's go." He said pulling me up by the hand.
"By everyone." I said a little hurriedly as Paul pulled me out the door and to his truck. I didn't even hear them say bye.
"Thanks." I said with a smile as Paul opened the door. He didn't say anything but smiled back at me.
When Paul got in he turned on the truck and I jumped a little when the lights came on. Leah was walking by. She squinted a bit and then glared hardly at Paul and I. Paul growled back a little and Leah walked back into Emily's place.
"Thanks for taking me to Emily's." I started, "I wasn't sure that I was going to enjoy it as much as I did."
"No problem," He said. "I'll take you over again soon."
"I'm going to be in so much trouble when I get home." I mumbled looking out of the window and watching the trees go by.
"I could say it was my fault if you want."
"And you'd be right." I said teasingly. "But seriously what would you say? 'Sorry . It was entirely my fault that Maya punched Zane in the face even though I was nowhere near them when it happened.' Actually that might work. She does like you after all."
Paul chuckled. "Well if I hadn't of left I could have been the one to punch him in the face that way you wouldn't have gotten into trouble."
"Aww, how sweet." I said playfully. "No boy has ever volunteered to punch someone in the face for me, that is the most romantic thing that I have ever heard."
"Ha ha, you're funny." He mumbled. "But seriously I would have. I wouldn't even need a reason to punch him in his face. I just can't stand him."
It was quiet for a moment, and then I remembered Paul telling me to stay away from Zane the first time he drove me home.
"I guess you were right." I said putting my elbow on the window and leaning my cheek on to my palm.
"About?"
"You told me to stay away from Zane, that he wasn't a good guy." I began, "And I didn't believe you."
"It's not your fault." He said. "The way I said it, wasn't going to make you believe me even if it were true." Paul finished as he pulled into the driveway. I could see that the living room light was on and felt my heart thump in my chest. Even if I did know how everything was going to happen that didn't mean I was less scared of getting in trouble.
"You sure you don't want me to lie for you." Paul asked as we sat in the driveway for well over five minutes.
"Yeah I should probably just go in I said opening the door. I reached for my bag and realized that it wasn't there.
"Crap!" I exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking concerned.
"I left my backpack at Emily's."
"That's okay; I'll bring it to you when I pick you up tomorrow." He said coolly.
"Pick me up?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "From where?"
"Here of course." He said with a smirk.
"And when did I agree to this?"
"So you're saying that you'd rather have your mom drop you off at school when you could have me," He used his hand to gesture to himself and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively ay me. "Drop you off instead."
I stared at him, "If you keep doing that I'm going to have to say yes to that."
"Like you don't find me insanely attractive."
"Never said that I didn't." I said getting out. "I just don't find you attractive when you do that."
I got out the car and was at the porch when I heard Paul yell, "I'll be here at eight!"
I turned and gave him the thumbs up and a wave before going inside. I sighed and relaxed when I finally closed the door behind me but tensed up again when I heard my mother's stern voice.
"So, there you are." She said glaring at me with harsh chocolate eyes. I felt small under her gaze.
"So you decided to go and have fun with your little friends before coming home, huh?" Her voice was raising but I didn't answer. In the very few times that I had gotten into trouble I had learn never to answer questions when she's angry. It should be like a rule: Never answer your Parents questions when they're pissed at you, otherwise pisstivity level will increase exponentially.
"I can't believe you did this Maya!" She was yelling now and I was feeling even smaller. "I didn't move us out here so you could start fights! What were you even thinking? You know what don't even answer that because I know already! You weren't! "
"Do you know how embarrassing it is to get a call at work and find out that my child is hitting people?"
At this point I started to tune out. There was only so much I could take, and when the focus started to go from me to her I knew that there really was no point in me listening anymore.
Her yelling actually wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, I suppose the thoughts that I had going through my mind took a bit of the impact off.
When she was finished with her rant she told me to go up to my room. I did and for about an hour I sat at the computer before creeping down stairs to get some food and ninja sneaking my way back up the stairs.
When I was finished I put my plate in the sink downstairs before getting in the shower and getting ready for bed. It was only ten but I felt super exhausted. I supposed that I had a long day. After all its not every day that you punch your friends brother and have an argument with a completely only to be driven home by and extremely hot guy who has an extremely bad temper.
I had really no idea why my life was going so weird and had only been her for a little over two weeks. I blamed Paul. The fact that the whole time my mother was yelling at me and he was the only thing that I could think about was proof enough in itself. To be honest I really don't know how to feel about him. It's true that I like him, but in such a short amount of time I have gotten into so much without even trying.
Then again could I really blame Paul? Maybe the universe was trying to force me to experience a rebellious stage, even if I wasn't the one doing the rebelling.
I groaned as my head hit the pillow. I was absolutely dreading tomorrow. Sure it would start off semi-well, Mom will be willing to listen to my side of the story and I get to ride with Paul to school, but after wouldn't go so great. I still had Zoe to confront and I would probably have to apologize to Zane for breaking his nose, if he was at school that is. Not to mention the gossiping that would be going around. I hated that, I think that is probably the worst part of high school, people talking about thing that they have absolutely no idea about. And probably the worst part of the day after school.
'Stupid detention,' I thought frowning. 'Whoever thought of detention hated kids.'
I turned out my light and caught a glimpse of the credits of the Cosby Show before letting myself finally drift to sleep.
'Who ever said small towns are peaceful was a liar.'
