Fang P.O.V. chapter 9
Maya rummaged through the mini fridge next the T.V. in my room, her short skirt not even close to covering her butt as she rummaged for whatever she was looking for. I rolled my eyes and continued to flip through the channels, finally finding Top Gear U.K. and settling back in the black couch. Maya turned around with a bottled water in her hand, and a pepsi in the other.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, and she just shook her head a little too frivolously. I knew that all she had been eating for lunch for the past week was a fruit cup, she had to be hungry. I shrugged and turned back to the T.V. to watch the first half of the show, but apparently Maya wasn't having it. She whined and tucked her hair behind her ear, dropping her chin and looking up through her eyelashes at me. My breath caught in my throat for a second, because if her eyes were a tiny bit wider, she would have been giving me the same look Max always pulls whenever I would talk to her.
"Do you know why I asked to come over Nick?" She asked with fake innocence, and crawled over my lap, sitting down on my thighs. I didn't respond, but just watched her with one eyebrow cocked.
"I don't think I like you and Lissa." She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. I smirked, knowing the game she was playing, and I guiltily played back.
"Why's that?" I asked back, to be honest, I didn't really like Maya all that much. Not because she was a huge bitch, but because I didn't actually know who she was. Behind all the makeup and clothes she had a pretty grim personality.
"Because I'm way cooler than her." Maya whispered again, and I smiled back.
"Okay." I said simply and went back to my show and she huffed and got off me, Leaning back on the couch and looking at the T.V. before whipping her head back to look at me with an incredulous look on her face.
"Okay Nick, what's with you?" I looked at her for half a second before looking back at the T.V. where James was introducing the new Fiat Panda. I took a sip of my pepsi and gave her a confused look. Something was with me? I was being pretty normal as I recal.
"You never officially date anybody, you don't seem to care about anybody, and you don't like ME!" My eyebrows drew together. Sure, Maya was pretty, but something was off about her. She never ate much, wasn't really nice to anybody unless she wanted something from you, and cared more about her cuticles than her own sister.
"I don't care about anybody?" I asked her incredulously, and her eyes widened a fraction of an inch. I stood up from the couch, to look down at her. Her eyes narrowed again, and she tossed her long hair over her shoulder, playing tough guy.
"What about your sister that you just let your friends beat up? And I'm the one who doesn't care about anybody." I turned and grabbed my car keys from where I threw them on my bed, and went for the door.
"Where are you going?" Maya got up from the couch and went after me, wrapping her fingers around my shoulder.
"You don't care, remember?" I told her, trying hard not to spit out the words. I turned to glare at her again, but she put her hand on the side of my face and pushed her lips to mine. I froze in place, before putting my hands on her shoulders and detaching her from me. I just shook my head, and left.
Sure, I was probably being cruel, leading her on the way I did. I went down the hall and down the stairs and out the front door. I unlocked my car and got in, firing up the ignition. I pulled away from the curb, knowing exactly where I was going.
Not even bothering to lock my car, I walked up to the front door of the red brick house and knocked. I waited a few seconds, before realizing what a bad idea this was.
Max's mom opened the door and gave me a kind smile.
"Oh, hello Nick. Maya went to a friends house." I gave her a rare smile and shook my head.
"No, I'm looking for Max." She gave me a knowing smile and let me in.
"She went to the Griffiths house, but I'm sure she will be back in a little bit."
"Thank you." I said, and she left me and went back to the study. Feeling out of place, I went up the stairs and past Maya's room. At the end of the hall and to the left, I pushed past the white door and into Max's room. Did this make me a certified creeper? Yeah, probably.
She had a white desk pushed into the right corner, an Asus computer and tower underneath the desk humming quietly, piles of books and brown soft cover journals covering the back of the desk. The wall straight in front of me had a wide white bookshelf, filled with thick books and memoirs with wide windows that took up the rest of the wall and looked out over their backyard. A jar of sand, a few shells, picture frames with who I assumed were young Maya and Max and a few other people also sat on the bookshelf. Tucked underneath one of the shelves was a woven basket filled with nothing but hats and beanies, one grey one I pulled out and kept in my hand. A small hallway was beyond that, with a white curtain that I assumed blocked off her bathroom, and her bed sat on a low, white frame. She had a blue and purple tie-dye duvet cover and a blend of matching pillows, black and white posters of bands I didn't know hung up above the bed.
I sat down on her perfectly made bed, trying to pull pieces of the girl who hid everything about her, from her room. I looked down at the beanie in my hand, holding it up to my nose and taking a deep breath of it. It smelled faintly of Jasmine, not the perfumy type, but the actual flower.
Oh god, I was a creep. Smelling her hats just took it to a whole new level. I dropped the grey hat in the basket before turning to poke around her room a little more. I slid into her desk chair, swiveling around the mouse to her computer, taking note of her professional typing keyboard, the kind that you didn't need to push the keys down all the way. No documents were open, and the steam icon (a p.c. gaming engine) in the lower left hand corner caught my eye. Max was a gamer? Too cool.
I double clicked on the icon, and her steam popped up, Skyrim showing as the last game she had played. She had a little over three hundred hours logged, and my eyes widened slightly. I continued to scroll, Starcraft, Battlefield, Silent hill, Dead Space two and three, World of Warcraft, Black Mesa, all the Assassin's creed games, Forza, Fifa, and Madden?
I felt my lips twitch up into a small smile subconsciously. Max was seriously an unreal girl. I shook my head, trying to loosen the increasingly fanboyish thoughts about her. I exited out of her computer and stuffed my hands in my pocket, toying with my keys and making my way out of her room. I paused in the threshold, before turning back and snatching the grey hat back from the basket. I walked quickly out of the house before Their mom could see me and jumped into my car, tossing the hat onto the seat next to me.
"Fang, You little creep." I hit the heel of my hand on my forehead, before firing up the ignition and driving home.