November 10, 2012: G
Max sat next to me, muttering to herself about idiots and wild boars with fangs, and how she wished said wild boars would trample me. I shifted my seat away from hers, slightly worried that she might knee me in the gut or something.
And Ratchet thinks I like this violent girl?
She was rather quiet, but kept glaring at her chicken as we ate, before scoffing and picking up her fork and knife and stabbing it.
Literally.
I let out a slight cough, moving a little farther away.
"Max…are you…okay?" Ella asked, also moving herself away from Max. Said violent girl tore her eyes away from her plate, shooting her a pointed look, her eye twitching slightly.
I coughed again, as she muttered that she was fine, even though she didn't sound fine at all.
Smiling to myself, I just continued to eat quietly, continuing to watch out of the corner of my eye as Max turned to look at me. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and she continued to stab her chicken.
Shaking my head at her, I felt something within me give, and realized that maybe – just maybe – I did like her.
Just a little bit.
THANK YOU FOR ADMITING IT. :D
~Anna Ride