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Chapter 43: I Know.
She knew that he was right. That she was being selfish and probably should have thought of him before saying all of that about her dad. But could anyone blame her? Her mother gave her up for adoption because she didn't want Nicolette, her adoptive mother died of cancer, then her adoptive dad shot himself while on the phone with her. Was all of that really because they were unhappy with her?
Her biological mother didn't even hold her after Nicolette was born, she just signed the papers and said, "get the runt out of here".
She didn't remember her adoptive mother that well, but she did remember the cloud of sadness that seemed to follow her mother everywhere.
And her adoptive dad, he shot himself because he was upset that Nicolette stayed with Christian.
What would happen if Nicolette made Ana or Christian upset with her?
Would they kill themselves to?
Would they leave her alone forever?
Nicolette couldn't let that happen.
Never.
-...-With Max, Max's POV
I am a royal screw up. No those words don't even cover it. No words can make anything that I said to her better. I look at my phone for probably the hundredth time since I made it back to my new place.
Nothing from Nicolette.
I've only called her twenty-three times.
And have texted her thirty-four-
Nikks, I'm so sorry
thirty-five times.
Damn, why isn't she answering me? I thought.
Because you are a dickwad that threw her father's suicide in her face, then proceeded to insult her. Newsflash, that's not how you seduce a girl. My conscience snorted.
Shut up.
Learn some pillow talk first, man.
I check my phone again, before throwing it across my room and onto my bed- not what I was aiming for.
God I'm a failure.
My phone rang, I picked it up without checking the caller ID.
Big mistake.
"Just who the fuck do you think you are!?" Lee Anne, dammit.
"Listen-"
"No you damn well listen. My girl is crying over here because you tried to get laid and when she said no, you didn't respect her wishes; instead, you throw a fit about not getting laid like a new born would have when its mom doesn't put her tit to its mouth would have! Where the hell have all your manners gone?!" Lee Anne shouted.
"She's crying?" I ask.
"Of course she's crying! The man she loves threw her father's suicide in her face and then practically called her a selfish bitch! Asshole! Now stop blowing up her phone!" Lee Anne shouted, then promptly hung up.
End of Max's POV
The next few days were awkward for everyone. Nicolette did everything she could to avoid Max, while he did everything he could to end up in her way. A few days turned into a week and a week turned into a month for everyone.
Even Max, who still hadn't gotten more than a 'hey Nikks' out every time he saw his redheaded angel.
When finally he had enough. It was nearly two a.m when he put Cory in charge of everyone and drove over to the girls' place. Climbing up the gazebo and onto the part of the roof of the first floor and where Nicolette's window sat, Max opened the window and climbed into the dark room. Quietly he flicked on the lamp that sat on Nicolette's nightstand, and locked her door. When Max turned to face his girlfriend she was awake and sitting up in her bed.
"Max, what are you doing here?" Nicolette whispered.
"I needed to see you. We need to talk. I need to apologize." Max whispered.
"You hurt me again." Nicolette's voice cracked, Max didn't need to be looking at her to know that she was crying.
"I know baby, and I am so sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean to you. You were only trying to keep us together, and you told me so many times. I'm so sorry baby." Max had made his way to her bed again and was now holding her while she cried into his shirt.
"I love you baby... so so much."
"I love you Max... I'm sorry. I'll start thinking more about you and the boys, I guess I was worried about what he thought. I'm sorry." Nicolette mumbled.
"We were both at fault, I'm so sorry." Max grinned as his girlfriend's green eyes cleared and the sparkle came back.
"Max. I'll stop worrying about my father. I'm eighteen and graduated, you are almost twenty and teaching. It's time I stopped worrying about my father's opinion on every step I take." Nicolette whispered.
"I'll try to stop being an ass. God, Nikks. You look like you've lost ten pounds. Ten pounds you can't afford to lose." Max huffed in annoyance.
"Sorry." Nicolette grinned, leaning up just a bit so their lips met. Pretty soon clothes were shed and they were making up in a whole different way.
The two woke to sounds of pots and pans banging together downstairs.
"Your father hasn't gotten here yet." Max joked, Nicolette snorted and pushed his head from her. They started kissing again and were about to start another round of making up when a loud knock resounded on the door.
"GET UP YOU LOVE BIRDS! AND YES MAX WE KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!" Tara's voice came through the door as Nicolette and Max began laughing again.
Thirty minutes later Nicolette and Max made it downstairs. One a lot happier than the other. The few guys inside chuckled, knowing that their teacher had just 'gotten some' from the look on his girl's face.
Tara and Lee Anne shook their head's at the boy's mischief.
"Go outside the lot of you." Nicolette ordered, the last of the students fled outside to help bail hay.
Five minutes of laughter ensued, when Nicolette's phone rang. She answered it knowing it was her father. She could feel her life crumbling around her as she heard his voice coming over the phone.
"I know what you did last night. Pack up. I'm coming to get you."