~Max POV~ The sun peeked through the window curtains causing me to open my eyes. I cautiously sat up from where I laid in my bed. I listened at my door to make sure HE was still asleep before I slipped into the bathroom. I carefully took my clothes off, making sure I didn't open any previous cuts from last night, and stepped into the warm shower. The warm water seemed to wash away yesterday and all I can think about is today.
When I was done I pulled on a pair of white ripped up skinny jeans, a black tee shirt, and my black leather jacket. I applied concealer over the bruises I 'earned' last night. When I was done with that I put on some eyeliner and mascara. What? I only wear mascara, eyeliner, and concealer.
When I was done I ran down stairs, trying my hardest to be quiet. I laced up my combat boots, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, and my grey backpack and went to the bus stop. When I got there my best friend was waiting for me. "Ride." I said with a short nod.
He turned to me and said with a glare, "Moring Walker." Fang Ride, skater/emo/ bad boy/ player of our lovely school, Richmond High. He has coal black hair that falls in front of his obsidian eyes. He wears all dark clothing, either shades of black, grey, or dark blue. Always Vans, DCs, or combat boots. He has a lip piercing. He also smokes. He is very well built, six pack included. He has olive skin. He is quite tall standing around 6'0.
While I was lost in my thoughts a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, brushing and open cut. I tensed for a few seconds before spinning around to face my boyfriend, Dylan. I gently began to kiss him. I heard a gagging noise come from behind me and let go of Dylan. "At least we don't get all feely and suck faces in public." I closed my mouth because Dylan had beaten me to it. Yea… He and Fang didn't get along either.
"At least Lissa is hot and doesn't look like THAT." He said pointing to me.
Owch, that hurt. I looked to Dylan but he wasn't by my side anymore, instead he was holding Fang up by the collar and his fist raised. "Dylan don't, it's okay." Dylan let Fang down right as the bus was pulling up.
Dylan walked back to me and slung his arm around my shoulder and led me to the back of the bus to where we normally sat. He slid in first and I slid in next to him. While I rested my head on his shoulder I admired his features. He has chestnut colored hair that swoops across his forehead. He's got sea green eyes. Today he had on his usual Varsity jacket with his football number on it, 1. He normally wears grey, white, red, blue, or purple. Yup, he's a colorful unicorn type of guy but I love him. He is slightly tanned. He is about 1 inch taller than Fang. And he has almost the same body build as Fang. All in all, Dylan is the perfect Hollister model.
The bus stopped out front of the school and we all piled out. Since we had 30 minutes to kill we went to our normal spot under an old oak tree. I sat down and leaned against the bark, it hurt a little when the rough bark hit my cuts but it didn't bother me. Dylan laid his head down on my lap and started to play with my fingers. "You know you're beautiful, right?"
I didn't know what to say so I just nodded. "I would never hurt you Max. I love you." I smiled. Even though he said it a lot, he always meant it. "I love you too."
Dylan is the best guy anyone could ever ask for. He is sweet, caring, loving, loveable, protective, and athletic. The dreaded bell rang telling us to go to our home rooms, mine was math, Dylan's was History. Dylan grabbed my hands and pulled me up to my feet and walked me to my homeroom before he went to his own.
Let hell… Begin.
A/N: So… I'm not going to go straight into Max's history just yet but I'm pretty sure you can infer some things. I really wanted to show the relationship between the characters. There is a reason why Max and Fang don't get along but! That is for another chapter. AND IMPORTANT QUESTION! Do you think there should be a masked ball/dance at their school?