A Sirens Call

Chapter 5 – A Sirens Nest

Max Pov

I stride down the footpath toward the carpark, God this campus is bloody huge, thank god for mum dragging me along for her nightly walks. I was close to pulling out my hair in frustration when I turned a corner and immediately recognize the figure leaning against the hood of a car, cigarette in hand.

"Jeffery!" I cheered, dashing up towards him to pull him into a tight hug, while inconspicuously flicking away the cigarette out of his hands.

"Hey there darling, did you miss me that much" He pulled away from me a bit, and I look into his soft brown eyes. He is quite the catch, being quite the handsome man. He was muscular and tall with a clean-cut beard and classically beautiful features.

"I'll always miss you, you big goof," I remarked back hitting him lightly, "But seriously, how is mum? I'm not so worried about dad, but mum keeps sending me voicemails about how life is so cruel, and teenagers are the scum of the earth. She also keeps saying that "mothers girl", which is apparently me, should start dressing like a homeless thirty-two-year-old man with HIV."

"That's your mum for you, she and your father have been worried sick about you, even if your dad doesn't show it that much. He's been enchaining more crystals than usual, saying that he will send them to you when he's finished. He misses you a lot, but he wants you to succeed and meet new people"

"That sounds a lot like my father, tell him I miss him too and mum as well"

"I will darling, but come on, let's grab your stuff. I'm sorry I won't be able to help take some of your furniture and gear up into your room" he told me with an apologetic look upon his face, I laugh lightly and gesture to my arms.

"I don't have these for nothing, but it's really ok, I was the one who was late anyway. Sorry about that as well, I was just meeting someone from class."

He raised his eyebrows at the mention of my classmate

"Was she nice to you? I would hate to have to go beat up someone on your first day"

I tried to glare at him, but the curve of my lips and my own raised eyebrow betrayed me.

"No beating people up, now come on let's get the stuff out of this otherwise we will be here forever"

And with that we continued to grab my stuff out of the large car, placing it down upon the pavement. When we were finished Jeffery turn back around towards me and gave me another bone crushing hug.

"You be safe now"

"I Promise"

"Oh, and one more thing, here," he said, taking my hand. He places a pair of keys in my hand.

"What is this for?" I inquired in confusion.

"Your father asked me to give this to you, he said that you can't do road trips and have fun with your friends when you only have a motorcycle."

"But- but, how in god's name are you going to get home?" I stuttered surprised by the gift. I'm going to murder dad for giving me this without telling me. "Isn't that", I said gesturing to the large car park in front of us, "Your only ride?"

"Oh no this IS my car; your car is over there" and then I turn my body to the direction of his gesturing hand. My jaw dropped so far, you'd think that it hit the core of the earth. It was a car I recognized immediately, it was my fathers prized black 1965 Chevrolet Impala ss.

"Jesus fucking Christ, he actually gave me his car? I was joking when I asked him if I could have it before I left. I should have known that look he gave me was for a reason."

"He was so bloody excited to give this to you, he really wanted to give it to you himself, but you know he had work. Now I really do have to go now, you have fun now. But not too much fun." He said pointedly, a smile on his lips.

"Thanks again Jeffery, have a good day- oh and tell Claudia I said hello as well" I cheered to him as he backed out of the parking lot, leaving me alone with my stuff.

Well, that was true until I felt a presence insert themselves into the vicinity that was my presence.

"Hey there, could I help you with that?" came a voice from my right, a boy was standing next to me. "But only if you let me help you break in up your bed as well," He asked leaning against the car, his body close to my own.

"Oh thank you very much for the offer, but I'm fine" and with that statement, I allowed my hands to grip the sides of my multiple suitcases, and lifted it with ease. I'll grab the rest of my stuff when I unlock my door, thank god this area is for dropping off furniture. It would have been packed a few days ago. I guess there are perks for being a few days late for school, huh. With that though I made way through the door of the dorm building, weaving through students and making my way up to my dorm level. I had a look around, multiple doors and rooms showed, all of which had a little whiteboard displayed out the front. It seemed that one of the doors was, in fact, open, and had music playing lightly through the halls. At least they have good taste, I thought and peak my head around the side of the door, only to see the room being completely empty. Must be having a shower or something, I'll meet them soon enough anyway, for now, let's just set up my room and get stuff sorted out. At least I get a little privacy though, it seems that everyone it out.

I shrugged, readjusting my grip on my luggage. Here goes nothing. I step in front of room number 219, my room. I grab the chunky set of keys out of my pocket and open the door. Wow, it's so spacious and cozy. I can't wait to get settled in, and that nock in the corner is going to be the perfect place for drawing or rocking out some tunes on my guitar. I observe my new room, the walls were made of planks of polished dark redwood, which looked unearthly against the light through the windows. My feet contacted with the dark grey carpet, which was soft and spotless. So soft. Wait, focus. I still need to go grab my stuff before someone takes it. So, with that, I settled down my gear and race downstairs.

Thank god that's all done, it was tricky trying to maneuver the couch and bed in through the staircase, but it was well worth the effort. But I must thank whoever left their music on, it was so nice to have that playing in the background. I was currently sitting on my newly made bed and looking at the room arrangement I had achieved so far. My bed was in the corner of the room, with my traditional black covers displayed, my leather couch that I used to have back in the attic at home was on the other side of the room, having a few unpacked cardboard boxes lying on top. My desk was placed in front of the window, it already being littered with stuff and my photos and knick-knacks that I still hadn't placed. My bookshelf was the only thing to have been filled and completed having all my favourite novels and art books. I sigh and look up at the wall above my bed, "The Max Caulfield Photo Memorial Wall" showcased basically my whole life in a series of captured photographs. So close, yet so far. At least I don't have heaps of unpacking to do or is this just my denial kicking in. I twisted my body around and clutched my favourite pillow, it was the one me and mum sewed together whilst visiting grandma. Maybe I should get some rest, but kind of want to go introduce myself to the other girls in the dorm. I haven't heard anything in a while, maybe there was some sort of party or gathering. My thought was cut short by the sound of two girls coming out through the hallways.

"I can't believe the guys we hired didn't even have the decency to help us bring our stuff in! They just left it there by the side of the curb and I can't carry up an entire fucking bed by myself." The conversation made my ears prick. Wow, that really sucks, I can't believe they would do something like that.

"I know that guy is a dick Dana, but I will help you take your stuff up"

"Juliet, I love you, but you couldn't lift a stick with both arms" the voice, whose name I assume is Dana replies. Maybe I can help them? this could be the chance to meet people. Look at me, socializing, I'd never thought I'd see the day. I sat up from my bed and walked through the door, peaking my head around at an angle finding the two girls standing in front of one another, the shorter of the two was leaning against the front of the door. They are quite pretty, aren't they? It seems like all the girls from around these parts are a creature of beauty. Maybe it's a werewolf thing. The girl leaning against the door had a natural tan, lightly covering her skin, she wore denim skinny jeans and a tight-fitting, long sleeved blacktop. He hair was pulled back into a flawless ponytail, enhancing her geometric-styled earrings.

The girl standing in front of her had her hair pulled into a light bun, her black-rimmed glasses sat prettily against her small nose, strands of loose hair danced around her ears and face. The loose jumper she had on barely covered her shoulder and her black jeans and shoes completed her look. I also noticed that she was holding a rather large book in her hands, I narrow my eyes and my face lit up in joy as I read the cover, 'The Narnia Chronicles'. I can already tell we are going to get along swimmingly, thank god there is someone else I can fangirl about books too, all I need now is someone who loves anime and music and I'm set for life. I wonder if she has read 'Stardust'. OK time to stop, I'm here to help these girls, not scare them away from ever talking to me again.

I stop my internal churning and take a few steps into the hallway. My presence with the girls was immediately noticed as they turned to look at me shocked. I smile meekly at them, instinctively running my hand through my hair.

I talk a few more step towards them and place out my hand, here goes nothing.

"Hi there, I'm sorry but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and was wondering if I could help you. Oh, and I'm Maxine, but please just call me Max. I just moved in today and would more than happy to offer you my services"

I gently grasp the taller of the two girls hand and held it lightly. I look into brown eyes as I watched her face go a peculiar shade of red, her eyes turning a slight green. God, I really need to find out the normal greeting for werewolves, this must be confusing the hell out of them judging by the looks of things.

"I'm sorry if my greeting is a bit usual, I don't quite know the correct way of greeting a werewolf, so I am sorry if I offend you" I spoke softly to both the girls, taking my hands out and grabbing the hands of the other girl, who looked even more shocked and embarrassed.

"it really is a pleasure to meet both of you, but could I perhaps ask for your names?" The girl with the glasses spoke first.

"My name is Juliet, yes…yes…ummm. Watson. Juliet Watson. It is…ah…nice to meet you Max" I smiled softly to her, she looked very embarrassed, she had her head down toward the ground, her face and cheeks were tinted with red, as her glasses were threating to fall off her nose. Her friend, however, spoke next, capturing my attention towards her once more.

"Yeah, um, my name is Dana. Nice to meet you as well" Dana seemed to be more confident then Juliet, but the fidgeting and shuffling of her body topped with the blush on her face and ears betrayed her. She looked me straight in the eyes, her glaze containing an emotion I couldn't define. She looked a little nervous now, biting her lower lip and gripping her arm.

"But, um, I would really like it if you would help me. I heard that Sirens are good in be- wait! I mean at beds! Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I mean at lifting stuff. I heard that you have strong arms for lifting peop- I mean things!" The girl looked like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He hands shaking and her eye's searching wildly.

I just smile warmly at her, clasping her hands in my own once more and said,

"Come on, no time to lose now. Let's get your stuff before the sun goes down and thank you for thinking I'm strong, but since we are now exchanging complements I would like you to know that you have remarkable features."

What I certainty wasn't anticipating, was for her to faint. That wasn't my intention at all.

Hey there my peeps, I just want to thank everyone who has been reading my story so far! I wrote an extra-long chapter today, because my life is boring and uneventful. But when you guys look at Max's personality in this story, don't expect her to act the exact same as in the game. If you guys out there are reading this and have watched Ouran High School Host Club, then you already have 187% more of my respect. But I want her character to resemble that of Haruhi, being observation but completely oblivious when it comes to romance of any sort. Please don't be shy and comment, I would love to here what you guys think and who you ship (Cause I'm leaving all options open for discussion).

Anyway, until next time my peeps!

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