A/N: Ohmigeorge, I was just looking through my story and I found that for SOME reason, Chapter 4: Maxwell's Silver Hammer has the content of Chapter 5, therefore Chapter 5 being posted twice and Chapter 4 not at all. I don't understand, seeing as how the real Chapter 4 was on there (I have proof from reviews). Oh well, I reposted Chapter 4. Some people who read it since it went spazzo would not have known what was happening with it skipping straight from 3 to 5, considering we actually learnt Max's name in the chapter.

Anyway, thank you, dear That70sGirl99 who has started reviewing (and very nice ones too!) and new subscribers!

Oh, and I've been meaning to update and I thought today, February 25th, would be a good day because it's George's birthday!

Chapter 22 – Bad Boy

Max

I just sat there staring at her in shock. Did she just say she was pregnant? Was that what they were talking about? Oh no… I was in some deep shit with Sadie. How could I go and accuse her like that with absolutely no evidence? Why didn't I suspect Mum, or even Martha? Oh, that guilt of mine! It was taking over my life! My mouth was agape as I stared into space.
"Max?" Mum concernedly tried to get my attention, "Max, say something. You're not…?"
"I'm not what?" I asked her.
"You're not upset?"
"Why would I be? It's a big surprise, sure…"
"Then what's the problem?"
"I'm just thinking about Sadie."
"Oh, honey."
"I didn't believe her. I even accused Tim, Mum. Tim! How could I say that?"
"It's okay, baby. You were in a shocked rage. How else would someone react if they found out about that?"
"But it wasn't true!"
"I know, and it's okay. You and Sadie made up, didn't you?"
Dad was just standing there looking at us confusedly. He didn't know about my accusation.
"Uh, what's going on?" he asked.
"Oh, Bob, I'll fill you in later."
"I think I need to go and do some serious apologising," I stood up to leave.
"Okay sweetheart."
"Oh, and… congratulations," I smiled at them, a little more ecstatic now.
Mum blushed. I went upstairs and into my room. My bed was still out of place from when Sadie moved it to knock me over. I considered a Facebook wall post apology, but that would be wimpy and everyone would see it. Besides, it needed to be face to face. Or at least voice to voice. I decided to call her.

Sadie

I heard Mum come in just after Max left my room. I also heard her offer to take him home and they went off. I slinked down the stairs.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" Dad asked from the lounge. I had literally forgotten about him. Not in a mean, ignorant way of course, I had just forgotten that he was here. With all the hype with Max and the guys in the park… I ended up partially telling him about what happened. It was quite an awkward conversation to have with your father, so I left details that I thought were irrelevant.
"Oh…" was all he had to say after I had finished. Dad detested the Grubb family with a passion.
"Anyway…" I awkwardly concluded, "I'm going upstairs. Call me when tea's ready."
"Don't I always?" he mumbled after I got to the stairs.

I went into my room and lied down on my bed, just staring at the ceiling. I turned my head to look at the big Abbey Road poster resting on the top of my IKEA bookshelf and smiled. My boys. Well, four out of five. Yes, I still loved Max. I guess I can't really blame him for jumping to the conclusions he jumped to. I'm trying very hard to just brush it off. I didn't realise that I was lying there for five minutes until my phone startled me. I picked it up off the bedside table, only to be greeted with an angelic and handsome face topped off by a gorgeous mop top. How could I be upset with that? I answered with an as chirpiest as I could voice.
"Hello?"
"Sadie!" he practically yelled in relief into the phone.
"Max I-."
"No, Sadie, I am SO sorry, you do not realise how sorry I am."
"Max, I can't blame you-."
"Mum just told me, and I think it's great! I don't know why I automatically assumed you when there was three of you there, but I guess I just never considered that my Mum could be pregnant."
"But you considered your virgin girlfriend?"
"Sadie, I'm sorry."
"Oh Max, it's okay. I forgive you!"
I was on the verge of tears. It was like a sappy chick flick where the couple reunites and professes their love for each other. Except this was real. Max and I talked for a bit more and hung up. Mum got home, and I told her all about it…

"Sadie!" Anna came bounding towards me as I was putting my bag in my locker the next morning, "Good morning!"
"Ah uh," I scolded her, shaking a reprimanding finger at her.
'Sorry, I meant GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING!"
Could she be any louder? But it was good, I had taught her well. She knew some song titles, and I encouraged their use around me.
"Sgt Pepper!" we both exclaimed together.
"Good girl," I patted her on her head.
"So… anything happening?"
I didn't really want to tell her about the accusation and everything that had happened last night. I felt I'd told the story a million times already.
"Nothing much."
"Are you and Max excited about our double date?"
"Huh? Oh, right, that, yes! When is it?"
"Well, I was thinking this weekend, you know, don't want to leave it too late and forget it."
"Oh, sure, I'll have to check with Max and my parents though."
"Of course."
The bell rang shortly after that and we got our books.

I did my usual routine of getting my lunchbox and going to the big undercover court to sit with my group of friends.
"Hey," I greeted as I awkwardly sat down, trying not to flash people up my skirt.
"Hey," Molly and Patrick greeted.
"So, Patrick… Anna tells me you're looking forward to our double date."
He just froze and looked straight ahead. Then he sighed.
"Yeah, I suppose. Any excuse to go out for lunch."
"Aw, come on now, that's not the attitude!"
"Won't it be awkward?"
"Awkward, why? It's not like you like me or anything… remember, you told me it wasn't true?"
"I don't know, Sadie."
"Why not? You like Max, right? Don't tell me you don't like him anymore!"
"No, I do!"
"And Anna's keen."
He made a face – like a resentful face. What was this all about?
"Oh come on, it's gonna be fun!"
Molly was watching in confusion and amusement.

We had been sitting there eating for a while, wondering where Anna was, when she came over – dragging our estranged Prudence behind her! The three of us looked up in shock as we saw the two coming towards us, Anna eagerly and Prudence not so eagerly.
"Hey, guys," Anna greeted chirpily, "Look who it is!"
Prudence stood behind her sheepishly, looking away in a way which looked like annoyance. She seemed as though she didn't want to be here. Anna probably dragged her along.
"Hey Prue!" I greeted, trying to be friendly.
"Sit down," Anna friendlily said.
Anna and Prudence sat down, joining the circle they had been a part of for a long time. Well, Anna never left the circle, but Prudence did. Poor Prue winced in pain as she sat down. I smiled an empathetic smile at Prudence who returned it with a slight smile. I thought she was trying to ignore me, and that hurt me.
"So, what brings you back to us?" Molly asked Prudence, who had plopped herself next to her.
"I missed you guys," she answered in a soft voice, "it's lonely being alone."
She obviously still had her reservations. I had a feeling that she wasn't going to open up to us anytime soon.

I glanced at Patrick who gave me a reassuring smile, even though it should be Prue he's giving it to. This afternoon was also Patrick's last detention. Then I took a risk.
"Prue, why are you ignoring me?" I asked her. She didn't answer or look at me. The four of us looked at her, waiting for an answer.
"Prue?"
"I don't know," she suddenly shot out, "I don't think you'd understand."
"Oh, I think she will," Anna sided with me. It was nice knowing that she would think I would understand.
"Prue, I know what's been happening to you, but I don't know who or why. You can tell me you know-."
"I don't want to!" she cut me off, yelling, "I-I'm scared."
Her bottom lip quivered and she started getting very emotional. My immediate reaction was to get up and go over to her. I crouched behind her and put some comforting arms around her quivering frame. Molly, Patrick and Anna looked on in concern, but I guess they were just as surprised as I was that Prue was letting me do this.
"Shhh, it's okay," I soothed, rocking us back and forth.
"Is everything okay?" one of the teachers came up and asked us worriedly.
"Yeah, we're fine," Anna looked up to them and answered.
"Are you sure?"
"She's fine," I repeated.
She walked away, probably in confusion.
"Do you want to go to the teachers about this?" Molly asked supportively.
"If she can't even tell Sadie how is she supposed to tell a teacher?" Anna reasoned. It was true. But why couldn't she tell me? I'd been her friend for three years. She was the first friend I made at this school and I was hers. I thought that meant something – trust, perhaps? But it appears she wasn't going to tell me. Why? Tell me why. I was offended by her apparent lack of trust in me. But I would give her time… time to finally realise that she could rely on me, her oldest and first friend at this school.

It was exactly a week later, a Wednesday, since Prudence had come back to us. The 28th of October. I had conferred with Max over the weekend but didn't see him. One of our phone conversations went like this:

"I forgot to ask you – how did you do that the other day?"
"Oh, you mean how I made the bed hit you?"
"Mhm."
"Oh, well, I actually threw one of the drunk bums using my powers! How cool is that?"
"Yeah, but how did it happen?"
"Like you said. Our powers are affected by our emotions."
"Interesting…"

I also told him about how Prudence returned to us. He was happy for me. He told me how desperate his friends were to meet me and some of my friends. I told him about how desperate Anna was to go on the double date. But today also marked an absolutely shitty and horrible day – Tim's suspension was over and he was coming back to school today.

Anna, Molly and I were squished together in a little huddle outside my locker as if we were protecting each other. Patrick was near us, acting like a body guard. I didn't even know what good that would do – I was better at defending us than he was. We shouldn't have even been in the locker room. We should've been somewhere else where there was a slim chance of encountering him. I don't know what we were expecting, but he actually arrived, backpack on his shoulder like usual. It was as if he was never suspended. He high-fived one of his 'friends' as he passed them outside and attempted a high-five at Daniel but he full on dodged him! I smirked. I don't know why we were scared. There was no way he could hurt us. He was just a threat. I mean, you'd think he'd learnt his lesson by now. He came into the locker room and stopped when he saw us. He put his arms out as if it was a welcome.
"Aw, a welcoming party! Guys, you shouldn't have!" he sarcastically said to us.
Patrick glared at him like there was not tomorrow. I just stared at him. Molly was just indifferent. But Anna – her stare was even eviller than Patrick's, which surprised me. I mean, what did she have against him, apart from the fact that we all hate him and what he did to us? There was really no reason… unless! No, too farfetched. Or was it…?
"Get the court date, Tim?" Patrick asked with disgust in his voice.
"Yes, I did," he sounded happy. What the hell was so happy about that? It was the worst! He sauntered past us and to his locker, which was thankfully around the other side. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. Then I turned to Anna.

"What was that all about?" I whispered because I knew Tim would still be listening.
"What?" Anna asked, slightly innocently.
"You were snubbing him more than usual."
"So? I loathe and detest him just like everyone else."
"But he didn't do anything to you…"
"Yeah, but he hurt my friends. How else am I supposed to treat him?"
I shrugged, supposing she was right. How else were you supposed to treat him? Smile warmly at him and say hi? Absolutely not!

HPE. The one class we shared together. There was an awkward tension in the room as everyone remembered what happened last time Tim was in the class. Ms Garth looked at him fearfully as he walked into the classroom. I gave her a reassuring look. Patrick and I, sitting next to each other as usual, tried to avoid eye contact with him. We could feel the dirty and sinister looks he was giving us as he walked to his seat. A secluded desk in the corner, of course. No privileges for him and no contact. Could I blame Ms Garth? No. I would do it too if I had the authority. In fact, if it were up to me, I'd have him expelled. But, I know that's a very hard process and there needs to be certain things done and blah… but isn't hitting a teacher reason enough? About halfway throughout the lesson, I was getting very uncomfortable. With my power, I could actually feel people staring at me. Tim had barely taken his eyes off me from what I could feel. I decided to take action… a little self-harm would do him good. Keeping my eyes on Ms Garth, I made a hand motion to where I thought he was. My intention was to make an empty chair just flick up and injure him, but obviously not looking was a bad idea. I swear, I had no idea that poor Lilia Walter was sitting there. She was interfering with my direct line of Tim. Using my knowledge of the room, I assumed the chair she was sitting on was empty. I mean, why would anyone want to sit near him? But she did sit there, and I accidentally made her chair flip! It literally pulled itself out from underneath her (although I was controlling it). I was so appalled with myself! She yelped and the whole class turned to look at her. I quickly got up and rushed over to help her up.

"Oh my God, Lilia, I'm so sorry!" I frantically apologised, not thinking twice.
"Um… thanks," she said as I helped her up off the ground, "What are you apologising for?"
Oops.
"Ah, you know, guilt."
I waved it off and she nodded at me uncertainly. Behind her I could see Tim looking at me in bewilderment. He had his head cocked to the side as if contemplating me. Then I saw something click. Oh, shit no! He hasn't figured it out, has he? I really hope not. Imagine what it would be like if he figured it out. Not only would he try to exploit me, he would use it against me and force me to do things against my will. Imagine being controlled by him – I'd rather die! I was standing there contemplating this when I heard my name being called.
"Sadie?" I could hear it as a sound in the background, "Sadie…"
I suddenly snapped to attention.
"Hmm?" I mumbled unintelligibly.
"Sit down," Ms Garth ordered.
I realised that I was still standing in the room… staring dazedly at Tim. Oh God, what would've that looked like? God knows what Tim would make of it! Just to reassure him that I was not in any way looking at him, I gave him the evillest look I could muster. Geez, evil looks were definitely part of our daily life now. I think I give more evil looks than I do blink!

I went and sat down in my seat.
"Geez, what was that?" Patrick asked me. I just ignored him.

We were eating lunch as usual.
"Where's Prue?" I asked.
"She's away today," Anna answered, being in her pastoral care class.
"Why?"
"Who knows?"
Patrick then came and joined us. We never did end up going on our double date on the weekend – it was going to be on this coming weekend now.
"Sadie, come on," he pestered, "Tell me!"
"No, I'm not telling you!" I crossed by arms in protest.
"Tell you what?" Anna was inquisitive.
"Nothing," I quickly retorted.
Of course Patrick told her.
"Oh, fuck Tim," Anna said in an annoyed way.
"I reckon," I said in disgust.
I hated Tim. He was a very bad boy.

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