Chapter 17: Max P.O.V.
"Max! Hey, wait." I turned on my heel, and Dylan hurried towards me, pulling his backpack over his shoulders. I sent him a shy smile, suddenly aware of my hands, and stuffed them in my sweatshirt pocket.
"Do you have time to answer a few history questions?" He asked, walking next to me as I made my way towards my locker.
"Uhh, sure. I just need to get my backpack." I told him, and he nodded.
"Did you do the reading for today?" He asked, and I nodded. Of course I did the reading, and then hid my homework, because you never know when Maya will decide when she doesn't want to do her own.
"Yep." He grinned, and I turned the combination of my locker without even needing to look.
"Good. I didn't get section four." He muttered, and I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and he closed my metal locker with a clang.
"That's okay. It was a little tough. Library?" I asked him, peering up at him, and he smiled easily and tugged me forward by my wrist, earning a red blush from me.
"Sure. Are you looking forward to next Saturday?" He asked, holding my hand, not interlacing his fingers with mine, but just holding it. I looked down at my shoes as we walked.
"Honestly?" I asked, and he groaned.
"You don't want to go?" He asked, dramatically, jutting out his bottom lip in an ugly pout. I giggled and smiled.
"Not that, I'm just kinda scared to show my knees." I whispered, and he laughed.
"Maximum, I'm sure you have lovely knees." He remarked, and I peered at him out of the corner of my eye.
"I wouldn't be so sure, I had a cat when I was little, and she scratched me so hard in the knee once that I still have a set of scars." I told him, and he squeezed my hand and sputtered a laugh.
"What? Did it scratch you through your pants?" He asked, and I smiled, remembering the grey, bad tempered cat.
"It was a She, and I actually wore shorts. Surprise." I told him, and he opened one of the black double library doors and held it for me.
"I can't really picture that. Little Max wearing shorts." I fake gagged.
"And you wouldn't have wanted too. I was convinced I wanted to be an explorer when I was little, so dirty and bruised was totally my thing." I told him, and he laughed, earning sharp glares from the only two people in the library.
"Sorry." He muttered, and I scuttled away from them and to a table at the back of a library. He dropped his backpack on the table next to mine and pulled out his notes. I sat next to him, pulling out my own notes and history book.
"Which section was it again?" I asked him, and he took the book from me, finding the page quickly.
"Four. Foreign Call centers make me want to poke my eyes out." He muttered, and I grinned, pulling the book closer to myself.
"Well, did you look at the graph in the back of the book?" I asked him, and his brows knitted together as he marked the page and flipped to the back.
"Where in the back?" He asked, and I leaned one elbow on the table, taking off my hat and running my hand through my hair.
"Right here." I pointed the the multicolored bar graphs, and he leaned forward, his arm suddenly pressing into my shoulder blades.
"Smooth, Dylan." He grinned.
"Smooth as men legs." His face twisted up in a weird smile.
"What?" He laughed, and I wanted to bury my face in the book.
"Like, because you probably don't shave your legs."
"Well I knew that. No-ones ever said that one before." He said, his weird face going to a bright smile.
"This is so awkward." I muttered, and me rubbed my shoulder.
"No, its just you who's awkward." He quipped, and a nerd across the library cried out and it sounded like a chair tipped over.
"Nerd fight." I whispered, and Dylan laughed.
"Correct, Max. Now shall we history?"
"Maxine. MaxineMaxineMaxineMaxine." Iggy sang, slamming his english book down into the desk next to me, making my jump.
"Jeez, Iggy. Don't call me Maxine." I grumbled, and he sat in his chair with one leg over the top of his desk.
"But I'm special." He argued, a big grin on his face.
"You are special, but not the kind that earns you any privileges." I told him, and he feigned hurt, slapping one hand on his chest and keeping it there.
"That stings Max." He cried, and I rolled my eyes.
"So I'm not Maxine anymore?" He struggled to move his leg from the top of his desk to the floor, leaning towards me and slapping his hands on my cheeks.
"Oww, Iggy."
"You will always be Maxine." He whispered cryptically, managing to keep a straight face. I fake sneezed on his face and he pulled away from me.
"That was vile Maxine. Very un-ladylike." I smiled, and he messed with his book, spinning it in circles on his desk.
"That was the point. And that hurt my face." I hissed at him, and he mock pouted again.
"Aww, I'm sorry princess. You want me to kiss it?" He asked, pickering and leaning close to my face.
"No Iggy, go away." I shoved his face away from me, and he licked the palm of my hand.
"That was gross." I wiped my hand on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and he just beamed at me as the teacher walked in and slammed a coffee cup and pile of papers down on his desk.
"Doll's house. Get out your books." Iggy rolled his eyes as Ms. Davis slouched into a chair and started talking about last night reading. Iggy scooted his desk closer to mine, and I ignored a weak glower from a popular girl across the room, who's name I didn't have the time to remember.
"Did you do the reading last night?" He asked in a hushed whisper, flipping through his books, robots and animals drawn sloppily in the corners of each page.
"Of course. I'm going to take the liberty to assume you didn't." I mocked, and he smiled, absent mindedly flipping through his book.
"I tried, I really did, this time. I was also just hungry and distracted." He said, louder than a whisper, and Ms. Davis's eyes snapped up at him. I elbowed him in the side and he snickered, the teachers eyes dropping and he turned back to face me.
"So what did you do to piss of our dear friend Nicholas?" Iggy asked, and I drew my eyebrows together. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. I was totally fine with Fang right now, as long as he kept a safe five feet away from me.
"What? I last saw him at lunch. What did he tell you?" I whisper, leaning slightly closer to Iggy.
"He didn't really say anything. He just said you were being a weenie." He says, and I snort. Fang called me a weenie?
"A weenie? That's the worst he could think of? I'm pretty sure he's called me worse in the past." I whisper back, and Iggy shakes his head.
"He's not that bad, Max. He was hanging around bad people." He replies, lowering his voice an octave, becoming serious. Iggy was pretty stiff when it came to defending his friends.
"Yeah, maybe, but that won't make me like him any more." I reply bitterly, and Iggy sighs.
"I'm sorry about all that Max, but you're not all alone anymore." He says, and My frown melts.
"Dammit, Iggy. I would hug you." I say, slightly louder than a whisper, and Ms. Davis shoots a glare my way.
"Maxine, schoolwork." Iggy kicks my foot under the desks, and I crack a small smile.
Who else loves completely pointless chapters? *Raises hand*
Sorry if this was a sucky update after neglecting this story for so long. I do that school thing during the day and sometimes my motivation to actually write on here is so low its sad. But never the less, here we are. I'm closing in on the homecoming chapter, but I'm not really sure what STORYLINE ALTERING EVENT I should throw in there, so if any of you have any ideas or things you would like to see happen, feel free to PM me or leave a review.
-Rico