Young Girl

Chapter Seven

Max

"Yeah, I'm staying at Nudge's all weekend." I told my dad as I leaned against the doorway of our kitchen on Friday afternoon.

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow to check up on you."

I nodded and headed upstairs to pack a bag to go to Nudge's.

I'd talked to her in school and told her that I needed to stay at her house for the weekend because I couldn't deal with another day of Marian. Plus, I'd get to see my best friend.

Only problem is that I also need to ask her to cover for me when I went to Fang's.

Maybe she won't react too badly to me telling her. And maybe one day pigs will fly out my ass.

After packing my bag for Nudge's, I headed back downstairs, said a quick goodbye to Ari, who was too distracted by a video game he was completely absorbed in, and got into Ari's Jeep.

I chucked my bag into the passenger seat and started driving across town to Nudge's house.

She lived in a townhouse just outside of town with her mom and her mom's boyfriend.

I parked the car in their driveway and grabbed my bag before going up to the front door and knocking.

Nudge's mom, Naya, answered.

"Hey, Max. Nudge is upstairs in her room. You can go right up."

I nodded and smiled, going past her and upstairs to Nudge's small bedroom.

I knocked on the door and waited until she opened the door to go in.

I dropped my bag on the floor by her door and flopped down on her bed.

"Hey, Max." Nudge chirped, sitting down backwards on her desk chair, resting her arms on the back.

"Hey."

A few hours passed as Nudge and I talked about pretty much everything and anything before I decided to bring up my needing her to cover for me.

"Um, Nudge, can you do me a favor?" I asked, scratching my arm nervously.

"What is it?"

"Well, I have to go somewhere tomorrow, and I need you to cover for me if my dad calls."

"Where do you have to go?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's the complicated part. Nudgey, what I'm about to tell you, you can't tell anyone. Nobody."

"Max, if you tell me something and ask me not to tell anyone, I won't."

I nodded and stayed silent for about a minute before finally pushing up the courage to tell her.

Well, kind of.

"I have to go meet someone."

"Are you gonna tell me who it is or do I have to guess?"

"It's F- Mr. King."

Her eyes widened.

A silence in which neither of us dared to look at each other followed.

"What, are you like, dating him or something?"

I could tell she was confused and freaked out, but she tried to keep calm... Tried, and failed.

"Well, no, not technically. But when we were at the community center for the Young Authors' competition, he and I kissed. And since then, we've kissed twice more. At the concert on the beach, and then again at the community center again."

Nudge ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.

"Max, I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything, I'll just head home. I shouldn't have asked."

I got up off her bed and grabbed my bag from by her door and left her bedroom, going downstairs and leaving through the front door.

Just as I was about to start driving, Nudge came running out of her house.

"Max, don't leave. I don't want you to leave. I was just surprised. Please don't leave."

I pursed my lips and looked down at my key chain, completely averting my eyes from her.

"Nudge, you don't understand. He could get arrested if anyone found out. I'm taking a chance by even telling you. And he's doing the same with his roommate."

"I know, Max. I didn't mean to come off like I didn't want anything to do with it. I'll always be there for you, Max. I swear I won't tell anyone. Please don't leave."

I sighed.

She really didn't understand.

Hell, imagine having to go through it? Being attracted to your teacher.

I opened the car door and got out, taking my bag out and dropping it on the ground before wrapping her tightly in a hug.

"You won't tell anyone, right?"

"Of course not."

Fang

"So you're going out with Ella tonight?" I asked my roommate, Iggy, as we stood in the kitchen, both with a drink in our hands.

"Yeah. But I'll be back in the morning."

Iggy was blonde with really light blue eyes. He was also freakishly pale and pretty much the size of my pinky finger.

I'd known him since the seventh grade and he's been my best friend ever since- hence why we have the apartment together. Well, that and on a teachers' salary I can't afford my own.

"Good. Actually, I have someone coming over tomorrow. I hope you don't mind."

"I'll only mind if it's that really annoying girl you brought over a few weeks ago. I swear, she had the brain capacity of a grape."

"No, it's not her. But it is a girl."

"Well, who is she?" he shrieked.

You see, I wasn't really one to bring girls to my apartment. Especially when Iggy's home. I just think it would be awkward. But he has no problem with bringing his fiancee here. But that's different.

"Uh, well. That's the part that's kind of difficult."

"What do you mean? Girls aren't that difficult... Actually. Scratch that. Yes they are."

"It's not her that's difficult. It's the situation."

Iggy cocked his head to the side, questioning.

"She's one of my students..." I whispered.

He was silent for a few seconds.

I didn't blame him.

I mean, I just told him that one of my students is coming over tomorrow. That would freak me out.

"Are you trying to get yourself arrested?"

"Of course not! I didn't ask to start liking a student."

"This is going to sound perverted, but is she pretty?"

I shy smile spread across my face.

"In the non-typical kind of way. But to directly answer your question, yes she is."

"I really can't stop you from seeing her. But you really need to be careful. I don't want to see my best friend in jail."

"I know. I told her that. I told her we could both get in huge trouble if anyone found out. But there's just something about her..."

"Well, I gotta ask you, how far has this little thing gone?"

"We've kissed. More than once."

"Dude! You've been her teacher for, what, three weeks? Four weeks?"

"Four weeks."

"Well, my friend, like I said, I can't stop you. But all I ask is that you be careful. 'Cause I sure as shit don't make enough money to bail your sorry ass outta jail. Not that I would. Ella's gone fuckin' nuts with wedding plans and if she finds out I had to bail you out of jail, thus spending money that we don't have on you instead of the wedding, she'd kill me. So if you want me to be alive for the next few years, don't get arrested because of a seventeen year old girl."

Oh, so he just cares because his fiancee will kill him if he has to bail me out of jail. Well, I guess it's better than not caring at all.

Is it just me or do you love what Iggy says in the chapter too?

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will review!

xoxo,

K.J