Young Girl

Chapter Six

Max

"Can anyone tell me which of Edgar Allan Poe's stories is their favorite?" Mr. King- or Fang as he preferred I call him when we're not in school- asked as he walked into class a little more than a week after the concert.

I couldn't get the way he kissed me out of my head.

Man, it felt amazing.

And the way he held me... Protectively, but yet still aggressive.

Fang and I had kissed once more since then, and it was actually back at the community center.

I was there to check on times for a function my dad and Marian were supposed to go to, and Fang was assistant teaching a class on writing essays for some of the community college's students.

Once he saw me, he waited a few minutes then politely excused himself and met me in that very same hallway we'd kissed in the first time.

Except this time, we'd known we were going to kiss, so we decided to take it into a nearby storage closet.

He and I kissed in the storage closet for what felt like forever until he decided he needed to go back to his class.

Anyway, four people's hands shot in the air to answer Fang's question.

"Nudge?" Fang asked, calling on her.

"I like 'The Raven'." she smiled, answering.

"And why?"

"It's one of those stories that I could listen to over and over again and not get bored of, even though I hate to read or listen to people read to me."

"Well, that's a good thing. Anyone else?"

Again, more hands shot up, including mine.

"Max?"

"The 'Tell-Tale Heart' is my favorite."

"And why?"

"Because it's dark and eerie, but still has a great plot line. Even though I think Edgar Allan Poe was possibly one of the most f'd up people ever."

"Wow, Max." Nudge laughed, whispering under her breath.

"Well, remember, Nudge, that's an opinion. Even though I agree with it. Poe did seem like he was a little screwy."

I smiled, triumphantly. My boyfriendish-type-person-thing agreed with me!

Yes, Fang and I had decided to classify ourselves as just that. Boyfriend/girlfriendish-type-person-things. Not complicated at all.

Ahh! He made me just want to run up to the front of the classroom and kiss him like there's no tomorrow... Even though that would be really bad.

Honestly, I don't remember much more of that class period. What I do remember is afterward when I got up to talk to Fang once everyone else had left class.

"We need to talk again." I mumbled in the most monotone voice I'd ever heard.

"I agree. But where? I don't think there's any more town functions going on any time soon..."

"I don't know. That's what I wanted to ask you. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, I don't know how comfortable you'd be with it, but you could always come over to my apartment? It'd be fine with me. I mean, I'd have to tell my roommate about us then, though. But that's only if you'd be comfortable with it."

"That'd be great actually. I'd probably have to tell somebody who could cover for me if my dad asks where I'm going. Nudge, maybe. She already thinks you're drop dead gorgeous, so I'm sure she wouldn't mind covering for me."

"Then it's set. Saturday?"

I nodded.

Fang turned toward his desk and scrawled his address out on a little piece of paper.

"Alright, well, I gotta get to class, so..."

"Of course. See you tomorrow in class."

I turned around, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and meeting Nudge by my locker.

Her and I talked about nothing special as we walked to our next classes.

I couldn't figure out exactly how I was going to ask her to cover for me.

I know Nudge is my best friend, but she is known to react badly to things. And when I tell her I'm "dating" our English teacher, she's gonna freak.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

xoxo,

K.J