A/N: Salut c'est encore moi!
Fang: What?
Iggy: I'm guessing it has to do with her.
Max: Probably.
Me: Hey, it's me again!
All Three: Oohh...
Chapter 8
Max POV
I didn't want to follow him all over school! I didn't have to, but I did! And besides, I was in a school I was not familiar with. Add the fact that it's an all-boys school. DUH.
I was there because I found this guy wandering all around the senior dorm. And I decided to go to Larenston because the guy wore a Larenston student uniform.
I would've gone to the security room but it turns out there weren't any security cameras all around the dorms. (In an elite private school, you'd think they would have top-class security.)
When I entered the school, it was like getting sucked into a vacuum. I was being pulled inside for some reason. It was weird, I have to tell you.
And I hated that day.
So I entered the first room I saw. And coincidentally, he taught in that room. HE TAUGHT IN THAT ROOM. (Witness my humiliating stupor.)
He taught the other language I was fluent in. FRENCH. (Witness it once again.)
The only other hysteria I encountered that day was when he called me pretty and beautiful.
No, really.
Thousands of hysterical thoughts jumbled up inside my mind. Some negative, some positive, and some just plain awful and not at all Max.
REALLY.
Anyway, let bygones be bygones.
Today, I'm gonna interrogate Dylan.
It's gonna be fun. . .
Cross that out.
I was twitching in anticipation and can't stop pacing. I just love the way guys sweat profusely and how they avoid your gaze whenever they're cornered. Or asked very personal and agitating questions. They're like little chihuahuas except they have huge jittery bodies.
Let the interrogation begin!
I shine the blinding light into Dylan's pretty blue eyes. He winces and turns away from the light like a vampire.
"What the hell were you doing here in Deveraux last week?" I make my voice sound cold and sharp like ice. But really, I'm enjoying this guy's uneasiness. I totally feel like I'm in a 50's black-and-white action movie!
Dylan stutters and he loses that easygoing ego of his. "N-nothing. . ."
I slam my fist down the table. I admit, it freakin' hurts. . . "Dylan, you can tell me the reason of your trespassing and you can leave without spilling a drop of blood."
"Are you threatening me?" He asks in a small voice.
I shake my head. "No, unless you tell me why you were here."
Silence advances. . .
"I was visiting Lissa!" He blurts out.
That brings my eyebrows to raise. Ohh. . .
"Can I leave?" He requests.
I nod and back away. I open the door for him and he stands up abruptly. But before he starts to run away from me, I grab his arm.
Even though he towers me for over four inches, I dare myself to threaten him; this time, no bluffs.
I lower my voice so he's the only one who can hear. "You aren't off the hook. . . Dylan." Dylan nods and skitters away.
As soon as he's gone, I let out a sigh and look around me. No one. I let out a cry of victory and skips my way to the cafeteria.
"You seem bubbly," J.J. observers as she lays her tray across from me.
I nod and slowly swallow my burger. I could barely contain my effervescence.
"Eew." Lissa. "I don't know how you can eat that, Max. I mean, burgers have a lot of carbs and cals!" She sits next to J.J. and slings her purse on her chair.
Brigid rolls her eyes and sits next to me. She has what she usually eats on her tray. A bowl of Caesar salad without dressing and a cup of hot water for her earl grey tea.
I shrug at Lissa's comment. "You know I have a high metabolism. I burn calories-"
"Faster," Aya finishes my sentence and settles to my right. She shoots me a wicked grin. "Hey, Miss Bubbly Pants."
A wave of irritation surges up my veins that I grab her plate of tiramisu. Aya look shocked and I gobble up her tiramisu. I stick out my tongue at her.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT? I WAS KIDDING!" Aya shouts. Because of her, a gush of awkward takes over. For her revenge, she takes my Kisses and throws it at the nearest trash can.
I gasp. Aya grins. "Now we're even."
"NOOOO!" I cry out loud. I drop to my knees and fake cry in anguish. Those poor silver-coated Kisses. . .
Tess arrives and sits next to J.J. "Max, you're being dramatic. We all know you have another pack in your bag." I straighten up and sits on my chair.
I twist open my bottle of water and drink. They are looking at me in patience.
I swallow my water. "What?"
"What happened in the interrogation?" They all ask except for Aya. She's too busy sniffing her breadstick and dips it to her sauce.
I shrug. "MAX!" Lissa and J.J. yell.
"Fine, fine. It was like your usual interrogation," I reply.
They pout. "Do you know why he was here?"
I nod.
Brigid takes a bite on her salad and raises her eyebrows at me. "Well?"
I point at Lissa. All our eyes turn to her and she jumps. "WTF?"
Tess starts to giggle. J.J. seems to follow. Aya and Brigid are suppressing their laughter. I can't contain mine. I let the beast out.
Lissa looks horrified. "You mean. . . He was. . . What!" She slams down her fork and cusses.
I like it when Lissa is angry. Her face gets all red (which makes her freckles stand out more), her green eyes turns dark green and her copper curls turn to fire.
She continues to curse at the wind when I leave.
I walk back to my dorm room, full of happiness. I take out my key and unlock the door. I put the key back to my pocket, shrug off my jacket, and toss it to my bed. I go to our shared bathroom and wash my hands.
As I dry my hands, I notice that the room is dark. I shrug and flick on the lights.
"Too bright."
I snap my head to my right and see him rubbing his eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
"Too loud." He rubs his ears.
I'm too stunned to even talk. What is he doing here?
"What are you doing here?" I manage to croak out. I drop down the rug and blink my eyes several times.
"About time you're here."
I patiently repeat my question.
Instead of answering, he changes the topic. "Heard you almost killed Dylan," He flashes a smirk at me and crosses his ankles. "Great job."
Now I'm confused. "What?"
He rests his elbows on his knees. My breath catches because of his dark eyes. I tell myself to get a grip. "How was it?" He asks.
He has on his glasses and his usual ruffled dark hair. I find myself fantasizing to run my fingers through that dark mass. . . SHIT! "The what?"
He sighs softly. "I almost killed you, didn't I?" I notice he doesn't have that crisp British accent.
I nod slowly. I want him gone, at the same time, I want him to stay. WTF?
Suddenly, I can hear Katy Perry's sultry voice echoing in my head. . .
You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the puch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down
Before you met me
I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
I might get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
I see long fingers outstretching in my face. I dumbly stare at them, then I look up to him, realizing he's going to help me stand up. I take his hands and he gently hauls me up.
I find myself hugging him. Then letting go.
He just smiles and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.
His British accent is back. "See ya, Em."
He leaves and closes the door behind him.
My mind is whirling in confusion. I let out a breath and take in a deep one.
My hands fall to my sides and I feel a square-shaped thing inside my pocket where my keys.
I take the square-thingee-ma-jig (it was a note), and read it.
Perry's Teenage Dream is harmonizing in your head, right?
My eyes shoot to the door.
How did he know?
Third Person POV
Aya sits on her very comfortable leather chair and wonders.
"Max, Max, Max. . ." She sighs. "Why can't you say Fang's name?"
How hard can it be?
A/N: RnR?