A heated argument tore between last night's dinner meal and thi morning's 'scrumptuous' pancake from inside my stomach as it mourned loudly, both meals fighting for their place in there yet failing. I was certain that I'd be visiting the nurse's office today , maybe then I'd get a pass from attending Mr.Latowskie's biology lecture on Genetics.
"I'm very disappointed in you after receiving that phonecall from Amanda yesterday concerning your behavior , Young man," I had momentarily forgotten the supposed 'talk' I was having with my dad as he so generously drove me to school.I had heard that very same talk with him on countless issues he had with me because of our disagreeing opinions. We never saw eye to eye on anything .It was our dynamic. His thoughts differred from mine and that always seeemed to bring us in a disagreeable mood.
This morning, he lectured me on how I was to treat Amanda ,how I should behave around her, and all those words uttered by him were drowned out the wind that rushed in inside through the opened car window on his side. I wasn't going to stop teasing Amanda , I just couldn't see that happening and if she thought that by ratting me to my father would stop my incessant teases, she'd be wrong.
I nodded absentmindedly at the gibberish words my father said as he took a left turn towards the road leading to my school, biting on to a cuticle on my middle finger before chewing it off and spitting it out.
'Do you understand?" He turned to face me , confirning whether his words reached my braincells and I nodded, giving him effectively what he wants despite the fact bthat I wouldn't heed to his reprimanding words and empty threats.I was still going to give Amanda a hard time.She was too tantalizing to ignore.
"If she calls me again to complain about your lack of respect towards her,I will be forced to punish you myself,"He proceeded to the drop off zone in front of the school gates where a sea of students were busy engaging in conversations with their friends, some comparing timetables , others doing skateboard tricks and so on.
I spot my gang of delinquents seated by the entrance by the steps , talking boisterously amongst themselves and whatever words my father had spoken seemed to fizzle away into that part of my brain that swallows information without any intent of surfacing back up into my coscious. The same part that houses forgotten memories, like Math formulas and boring historical facts.This conversation would soon join them , never to be remembered again.
'I'll see you after school,"He informed as I unlocked the door , shrugged my backpack on before slamming the door after me.Excited chatter envoloped the morning atmosphere , as my feet shuffled towards my friend group.Emerald was the first to spot me , chewing a strawberry gum before blowing a bubble as it inflated in front of her lips before popping it.
"Since when does your dad drive you to school?" She asked in a skeptical tone.
"Since Zac's mother called him to complain about what happened in calculus class yesterday,"I smirked , sharing a bro shake with Tyson and then Nico.Zac was nowhere to be seen but Jackie had his backpack resting on her lap.
"Serves you right,"Emerald went, a satisfied smirk curled up on her lips before blowing yet another bubble , the pink gum inflating in front of her lips then pop!
"I couldn't care less,"I gave an indifferent shrug.My hands reaching inside Emerald's backpack where she stashed her gum collection before fishing out one strip.
"Couldn't you just ask me to offer you a gum in stead of violating my privacy?"She vented , her eyes storming with rage even though I knew she'd simmer down in a few minutes. Such a drama queen!
"Why should I not violate your privacy ?'I scoffed before my eyes spotted a pack of tampons inside her bag."Aww...is someone PMSing today?"
That invited the rest of the group to tease the already glaring Emerald as she zipped up her backpack ,furiously. Her feisty attitude this morinig brought me energy and the insatiable need of taunting her , maybe even disturb her just to see what happens."Let her be,Max,'Jackie sends me a sharp punch on my upper arm that prompts me to yelp in pain.
"Sorry then,"I craddled my assaulted arm, my face scrunched up in pain.
A scrawny blonde haired boy walks by before Tyson places his foot in front of the kid and as expected, trips over it , his books sprawling all over the ground accompanied by a strained squeal from him.Of course the crowd around begins to collapse with laughter except for a few concerned goody two shoes kids who bend down to help the embarrassed kid.My hawl eyes spot a pink notebook amidst the pile of books that had succumbed to the kid's unforseen catastrophe and immediately reach down to grab it before anyone could.
The word Diary written across the front page in glittery calligraphy, alongside butterfly stickers and unicorns.
"What do we have here.."
"Give that back,"The tiny voice from the timidly frightened blonde boy cracked as he requested for me to unhand the prissy looking book."Oh it talks," Tyson egged at him and I too was equally as surprised ,It talks, doesn't it?That's new.
"Or what?"I threatened , my grip around the pink notebook increasing as I watched the shirt kid attempt tp flip me off, his arms shaking beside his body.Those icy blue eyes of his seemed to darken with an emotion that resembled anger, was it angry at me?
"Are you gonna fight me if I don't give it back?"I took a daring a step towards the kid and he immediately shrunk like a salted slug but still maintained his stance.
"Why are you even carrying a pink notebook?"Nico snatched the book from my hands, begun to flip through, earning him a bewildered look from the kid."Is this a diary?"
"No ,"He strained to talk."Just give it back...I-I don't want any trouble , please."
The corners of my lips twisted into a sardonic smile at the hopeless plea from the kid but Nico refused to comply thumbing through the pages, an amused laugh resurrecting from his lungs as he skimmed through the texts written in each page."Dear diary,Brain Krinsky is seriously hot and I can't seem to take my eyes off him-"
"Give it back!"The kid screamed, his face red, even a beetroot would be envious , his nose flared in anger.That was enough to draw a crowd as the bystanders watched as the scene unfolded with curious eyes."I don't want any trouble.."
His voice was quiet, strained and shaky.
"You got a loud mouth for a kid your size," Tyson proceeded to playfully shove the kid's shoulder, watching as he staggered back depite the weak energy used, making wonder how he would hold up were he to be subjected to strong turbulent winds for two seconds.Kid's probably going to get tossed around like a leaf.
Emerald had long since evacuated the area, excluding herself from this, not that that suprised me , she could sometimes become a miss goody two shoes.Nico was busy reading through the book , engrossed by the frivolous information drafted inside and the kid's face grew redder with each page flipped.I stood on guard, in case he grew violent and decides to claw his way in order to retrieve the diary.
"Hey, everybody, listen to this,"Announced Nico , clearing his voice as he prepared to read out loud a piece of writing that seemingly caught his eye."Dear diary, today when I was showering , I noticed a few hair strands growing around my-"
"Stop please!" As expected , the skinny kid jumped on me in an attempt to grab his book from the boy behind me , his efforts proving futile seeing as I was twice his size.The crowd begun to swell around us, laughter rippling throughout the amused students as Nico read out loud the embarrassing secrets in that particular page whilst I held the kid back, his tiny weak hands slamming against my chest in what could best be described as kid punches. Tyson lends a hand as we both held the volatile kid from ruining this morning's announcement from this kid's diary. Still doubling back in laughter ,a loud shout tore amidst the curious bystanders.
"Give him his book back!" Heads turned to face at the source of the commanding tone.I knew that voice.
It was Charli Dawson.Another highschool freak.
Dressed in all black , her make up greatly amplified today, with the extra dark lip stick and mascara, the girl reprimanded , her eyes a pale imitation of her mother's.I never used to see any resemblance between Amanda and her daughter , but today,I saw some fraction of it.
"Oo..the Angel Of Death has spoken,"Some kid in the crowd teased , causing another rippling laughter to flow in the crowd.But that didn't faze the goth girl as she stomped to wherever we stood and immediate;ly stood in front of me , a storm of anger within.
" Give him his book back,"A cold growl and I rolled my eyes at her command.Nonetheless, I did let go off the kid and almost immediately ,Nico gave up the book to the kid and we watched as he hastily grabbedit, shoving it inside his tattered backpack before scampering away like a little girl.
"The book has been returned to its righful owner,"I informed her with a scornful gaze.
" I wish you'd never been born,"Spat Charli, eyeing me contemptuously ."Why were you even bothering that kid in the first place?"
"Because I can.Is there a rule that says I can't?"
"Yes!Bullying is not allowed , you dipshit!""I wasn't bullying the kid, I was just playing with him.I'm sur that's the most fun he's ever had his whole life,""You seem to be allergic to the idea of respecting other people's privacy,"Charli scold me, her voice growing angry with each decibel."First it was my poetry journal-"
"No offense but your poems are trash,"I cut in, a mocking smirk dancing on my lips.
"And now you're reading that Kid's diary to the whole school!"
"That was Nico, not me,"I shrugged indifferently."You didn't stop him, you were encouraging him!" Retorted Charli and the crowd seemed to be enjoying the argument between the two of us.This morning was off to an interesting start.Probably give the students something to talk about and discuss during the day, Max and Charli arguing in the school's front doors and attracting a scene.Zac isn't going to like this but his little sister was acting like a bitchy brat by yelling at me in front of everyone for something Nico did.I wasn't going to let that slide off.
"You should be ashamed of yourself,"She spat.
"Well, that's rich coming from a girl who undresses with her curtains fully opened," A chorus of shocked exclaims followed through after that audacious revelation."If you want the whole world to see you naked, why don't you just post your nudes on twitter or i*******m or something?" Another chorus of exclaims , the crowd getting more intrigued by our frivolous banter.
Charli's eyes were bulged open to near golf balls at the sudden revelation of what I had just said.The perturbed expression doesn't last long however as she replaces it with a devillish smirk an I knew she was going to counter back with something worse on my account.
"Well,Max," She boastfully spoke." Unlike you, I'm uncomfortable with the idea of putting my nakedness out there for the world to see it . But I totally understand why you'd be uncomfortable.Zac told me about your situation down there."
"What situation?"I gave a derisive laugh.
" That you're all foreskin, no dick,"That ushered in a thunderous laughter and cackle from almost everyone , even my friends were doubling back in laughter and I must say , I was impressed by that comeback.This five foot girl crossed her arms over her flat chest, satisfied by the preposterous statement she just accused me of and I had to throw in the towel.She'd got to me .She was good.
"I'm circumcised ,Charli, so I really don't know where you're getting the idea of me having a foreskin," I threw her a smik and spiced it up with a sly wink ."If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask."
"I'd rather eat dog shit than see youn naked, besides, what do you have to offer besides a two inch dick and saggy balls?" Another hooting ensued and I was beginning to enjoy this side of her .Even though my ego was slightly brusied from her piercing comments.I still housed a lot of senstive information concering her and I was willing to parade every one of them to the cruel, judging presence of the high school students.
'Insulting the size of my private parts when your breasts are the size of literal pebbles is criminally insane!" I informed."You keep forgetting that your bedroom is directly opposite mine."
'Oh so you're spying on me?"She exclaimed with amusement."Don't flatter yourself kid, there's nothing much going on under those clothes of yours, no breasts, no ass. nothing,"
"And yet here you are, admitting to spying on me."She smirked."If there's not much going on on my body , then why are you spying on it?"I didn't want to say that the reason I did that was because I was spying on her mom and not her but I held my tongue."I was hoping that someday I'd spot a few changes on your underdeveloped body but I guess that's all there is,"
That was when the bell broke into a shrill cry, announcing the start of school, the crwod groaning at the abrupt interruption of the scene we'd created between us.As students scurried to their classes, lockers noisily slamming and feet shuffling around, I couldn't help myself from looking over at Charli's locker where she stood by herself , gazing at the floor, married to her endless thoughts.That tough exterior that dhe'd boasted a while back while throwing those hurtful insults at me seemingly wearing off as her face morphed into a melancholic one.I mean, usually Charli never smiled abd seeing her in a melnacholic expression was nothing unusual but this time , it looked more real than a facade.
As if she could sense from across the busy hallways,Charli looked up and our stares held each other for a split second before she stuck her middle finger at me abd stormed off to her respectful classroom.
Fuck you, too, Charli!
My test was slapped on top of my desk, revealing an F etched at the upper right corner of the rectangular, blindinglly white paper ,encircled with a red pen and spiced up with a frowny face.My eyes dart upwards to meet with Amanda's scrupulous stare , a hint of disappointment dancing inside her electrifying midwinter eyes . But this wasn't unconvectional of me to fail her tests. In fact , I was certain that she almost always prophesized a below average grade when marking my test papers so much so that I'd become a chronic failure in her eyes. Still, she couldn't mask away the disappointment whilst handing me my paper. "I see you have a very unbreakable bond with 'F' in this class,"She spoke sarcastically with a hint of discontentment."Actually I graduated from an E to an F ," I informed, a smirked stretched across my face. "Right,"Scoffed Amanda , registering an air of indifference around me."So you broke up with 'E' and moved on to 'F'. That seems like a healthy relationship, doe
"I'm sorry , Amanda, but I never pay attention to anything you teach in this class,"I crassly put in watching as the rest of the class jeer bemusedly at my audacity." My apologies for being too blunt in my confession.""Well, Maxwell-""It's Max , Your Highness. Not Maxwell," I cut in , letting her mouth hang mid sentence.That brought a devious smirk on her plump lips ,eyebrows twitching in amusement. "No, I prefer Maxwell. Besides, that is your name , isn't it?"This was her vengeance towards me for calling her by her first name.Given the history of my disdain to the utterance of my full first name , I opted the shortened version of it. Max as opposed to Maxwell. Everyone who's ever rubbed shoulders with me or elbows or whatever knows how much I fumed at the mere mention of my full name. She was one of the few individuals who was informed on my strong dislike on the mention of my full name yet here she was violating that boundary. The callously crooked smirk that had been dancing
Whoever placed a dead bird inside my locker was declaring war with the wrong person. The lifeless carcass plopping down next to my feet as soon as I yanked the metal door open brought a terrified from Emerald who by then was standing next to me the whole time. A raven ,its jet black feathers shining like a wet obsidian rock , a putrid smell stabbing my sinuses in an unwelcomed assault . The stench of death.A yellow note had been tied on its dry scaly feet.Cautiouly bending down, I plucked the note from its lifeless leg, supressing a gag as I brought the note to my eyes , meeting with the world's most ugliest handwriting decorated on it. Enjoy the present :PIt read and my lips creased in a smirk. I knew the owner of that atrocious handwriting anywhere. So she's still mad at me, isn't she? Although, I hate to admit , her handwriting wasn't all that bad and it pains me to admit that. Zac shows up to my locker just in time to see me and Emerald staring at the morbid creature ,its to
"Are you sure you want to shove a dead rat inside Charli's locker? I mean, you know how extreme she can get, what if she decides to shove a live snake in your backpack? "In a panicked expression, voice laced with jittery concern , Nico kept asking , a cute Stuart little like mouse cradled inside his cupped hands ,tiny squeaks escaping its tiny mouse mouth. The once flooded hallways had been emptied, an eerie atmosphere settling around us as our footsteps bounced against the metal rowed walls in a frightful echo. Missing seventh period to execute my petty and juvenile revenge on that goth freak seemed far more reasonable and significant than squeezing my butt on a wooden chair, listening to Ms.Beedy explaining William Snorespear's boring sonnets. Something about the seventeen hundreds' literature just doesn't seat right with me. Saying Doth instead of do and mine eyes instead of my eyes just seemed ridiculous to me. Like why try to act like you're better than us? Just 'cause I opt
"Can we help you?" I turned on my fake polite and innocent smile, hands clasped ahead of me whereas Nico fought the urge to pee his pants in fear as he trembled like a chameleon on a frail twig."Shouldn't you two be in class?" She asked, voice heavy with authority."Should we?I can't remember. I have a lousy short term memory,"I replied, still maintaining the innocent facade. Amanda didn't appreciate that.Peering behind the victimizzed locker of my unfortunate revenge prank , Amanda shifted death glares between Nico and I. "What were you doing in that locker?It's not even yours ,isn't it?""Oh, you mean this locker?" I faced the obvious locker and back to her. "Just cleaning it out a bit,as a token of our appreciation to the owner of the locker.""Isn't that Charlotte's locker?"She asked, eyebrow raised."You must be really smart. You probably graduated from Harvard ,yes?"My face lit up in an impressed smirk even though I knew that she was sorta familiar with her own daughter's lock
You know how everyone, regardless of how ugly they are physically or personality wise, has that one person that is obsessed with them? That one individual that would walk on hot coal just to make you happy? That one individual that constantly slips love notes inside your locker when you're not looking because they think it's hella romantic despite the cringeness of it all?Ladies and gentlemen, meet Leslie Jenkins, my not so secret admirer. I hate a lot of things in my life but nothing comes close to my hatred towards Leslie Jenkins. She's a close call between paper cuts and elevator music . I can tolerate alot of pet peeves shoved my way but I won't hesitate to draw the line when it comes to that girl. Maybe she the reason why I stopped liking the idea of dating someone of my age group. Can you blame me though? The girl dips pieces of freid chicken inside her Coca cola drink and slurps it up! I mean, who does that?If I ever had to choose between Leslie Jenkins and Charlotte Dawson
I was looking forward to seeing Amanda this evening for my daily detention, or as I like to call it, our date. As students scurried towards the front doors in lightning speed, you'd think they were being chased by some armed murderer, I prepared myself for our date- I mean, detention. I'm not exaggerating when I say I sprayed on a new coat of body spray for this ocassion , even took my time to glance at a mirror to assess my appearance , maybe appreciate my handsomeness. God , I was such a good looking guy! How would I know this? Well, I'm a level one narcissist so having an inflated ego is one of my chronic illnesses. That and being a self-entitled ass hole. Just as expected , the beautiful Amanda had braced the seat behind her desk, stacks of books piled in front of her dwarfed by them, as she industriously dragged her red pen over the pages ,seemingly marking them. My presence remained unacknowledged as she buried her nose in the endless piles of books . I stood, rooted to the sp
There was a storm outisde. It was raining cats and dogs , with the occasional clapping of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. This sorta weather is tailor made for snuggling inside a warm comforter ,drinking hot cocoa while binge watching American Horror Story .But instead I'm stuck in school , typing ferrociously at Amanda's laptop , my fingers begging for a break , afraid they'll fall off my knuckles . I'm finishing the nineth slide and that would have been an awesome achievement but I'm not even halfway through the notes on the given notepad. In fact, I haven't even made a dent but my need to impress Amanda was stronger than Thor's hammer as I wiped the sweat that glittered on my upper brow and got down to business. It's quiet. Really quiet, except for the steady sound of my breathing the ticking of the second hand on the clock and the ocassional flipping of a page as she marked books.Looking over the laptop , I notice she's almost done with marking, just a few more books
" You love him, too?" I didn't wait for her to take her seat at the teacher's desk in front of the class when I spoke to her. At first, she seemed clueless as to what I was alluding to, eyebrows knitted in confusion and then I repeated those pathetic words to her again, in a slow manner, almost as if I were speaking to a child. " You.Love.Him.Too?" I repeated, eyebrows corked up, waiting for her to get the reference to what I was speaking about. " And what are you talking about, you annoying brat?" She seemed comfortable calling me names as she set her books and laptop, in readiness for today's class, refusing to answer my question or at least address the issue of what I was talking about. " As if you don't know," I scoffed, folding my arms across my broad chest before leaning back on my wooden chair. " Know that you're still watching me undress through from across your bedroom window? Oh , I am well aware of your perverted tendencies," I let out another derisive laug
" Your eyes....are like windows to your desolate soul..." Emerald had found her , let's call it 'calling' ,in becoming a poet , deciding to sharpen her poetry skills as she recited a love poem that she'd wrote for some dude named Oscar Smithers. Unfortunately, we were her chosen audience and everything she recited from said poem sounded extremely cheesy and cringe, I found myself wincing every now and then. " As we dance throught he rolling green pastures called love, I hope we both last forever..."Tyson groaned loudly , voicing out our frustrations as Emerald concluded her poem with a curtsy."So, what do you guys think? Was it good, do you think I should send it to him?"The hope that glinted in her eyes was pitiful , knowing that Tyson was about to extinguish it in a brutal snarky comment. " That was definitely something," Nico spoke for before anyone could voice out their opinions. " It was....unique?" Jackie added, feeding me a pleading look in hopes that I too would join her
"Why do you like to stare outside your bedroom window all the time?" I could see my mom's reflection through my bedroom window as she stood by my bedroom door, laundry basket full of clean clothes in hand. I was seated at my desk that was conveniently placed next to my bedroom window, continuing with the painful task of studying when I got lost in my thoughts, leaving me to gaze mindlessly outside my bedroom window. And that's when mom walked in to find me that way. " Oh," I finally turned around on my swivel chair, to address my mom who was still standing at the door. " I was just thinking about stuff. " " What kind of stuff?" She questioned with a laugh, inviting herself inside my room before making her way over to where I was seated. Her eyes immediately fell on the books I had splayed over my desk, reading through to see what subject I was tackling this evening. " Just.... teenage boy stuff," I dismissively said, hoping she would stop with the Spanish inquisition. "
Ten minutes had passed. I was seated in the empty classroom with two desks, one that I was currently seated on and the teacher's desk with her files placed carelessly on top, something she rarely does, the perfect indicator of her being in a rush. I was anxiously drumming my fingers on top of my desk, a made up tune on my head as I thought of every possible outcome that awaited me. I'm not going to lie but the threat of her summoning the principal to supervise me was starting to get to me like she hoped it would and I for sure thought that that was what she was going to settle on as a way of motivating me into studying. I hated principal Angerson so much. He was like a thorn in my flesh and I dreaded everything about him, to his face all the way down to the soles of his feet, even the sound of his voice was like a tormenting trumpet of doom towards my eardrums. Suppose this was her plan, to lock me up with principal Angerson for the whole day until I finished studying as a way
Even in the brightest of early mornings, Amanda still managed to look like an angel who fell from the sky. Watching her stroll down her porch steps, handbag slinging on her shoulder, purple binder and some miscellaneous books clutched in front of her bosomed chest and a flask clasped in her other hand , she still managed to take my breath away. She was wearing a red, long sleeved pencil dress , knee length and her hair was brushed to perfection, allowing its silky locks to pour gracefully over her shoulders and back and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. She'd probably freak out if I ever did that but still, that didn't stop me from imagining about it. Her car was parked right beside the curb and I was standing right next to it , as instructed by her , watching her walk over to it. Her face portrayed no emotion, she remained stoic, unreadable if you may. "You look amazing," Was my morning greeting towards her and she regarded me w
Never in my seventeen years of existence have I ever braced the morning atmosphere before sunrise, at five thirty a m! I didn't even know that there was five thirty A.M! Abandoning the comforting warmth of my bed and covers to slowly crawl out into the crisp biting chilly air had to be one of the most painful experiences of my tender life. All the heat I'd generated that had me cocooned during the duration of my slumberless night, evaporating into the breezy atmosphere as I slithered out of my sheets, forcing myself to face the day's events. An early start was never something I'd gamble upon but here I was , bracing myself for the inevitable. The water took forever to warm up and I was seriously rethinking on whether taking a morning bath was worth my time or if I should just spray on a fresh coat of my best cologne and call it a day. The label says it lasts for upto forty eight hours. Maybe I should take the company up on that challenge? But Amanda was going to drive me to s
Another night, painfully tossing and turning inside my covers, battling with insomnia led me into a depressive mood that slowly brought my thoughts into a dangerous path of wishful thinking. I hadn't studied for tomorrow's supposed pop quiz, couldn't bring myself to stare at pages upon pages of endless volume of academic notes that would probably end up on the paper quiz. Oddly enough, that didn't seem to faze me. All I could think of was her. My teacher. My best friend's mother. And the incident. It kept replaying inside my head like a broken cassette tape, making me relive every second of every minute of it. A painful torture knowing that I'd never get a chance with her. She was unattainable but yet here I was , wanting more than what we'd ever share as far as student-teacher relationship is concerned. I didn't really do that to her as a way to get myself off from doing the quiz, did I? Or so I'd convinced both of us on why I did it. Maybe a deeper part of my subconscio
" I'll need you to give me some space, a few moments to myself so that I can..... collect my thoughts,okay?" Amanda, completely detached from her usual iridescent personality, appeared aloof, distraught, almost disheveled as she sunk back into her seat, her eyes bored into mine as she requested. An hour hadn't even passed since the incident happened between us, the memory still fresh as it cut through the confines of my conscious mind. I couldn't believe I'd be so bold as to kiss her neck like that. We'd never get past that, will we? It would forever be a part of our lives and I knew she detested the sheer fact of having to relive that moment like a broken cassette tape. The punishing memory of her son's best friend, kissing her neck...... that didn't sound right, now ,did it? "Okay, I'll give you the space you need," I spoke, phlegmatically, the tone of understanding heavy within. " Take all the time you need, Mrs. Dawson." Her guilt ridden face slowly lit up with an apologe
The taste of her skin against my tongue was like ambrosia. The subtle taste of her apple shampoo gel and her sweat mingling against my taste buds causing me to salivate in a metaphorical sense as I held her tighter. Those forbidden kisses had slowly graduated into me dragging my sleek tongue across her neck skin, tasting her like ice cream on a sunny summer day. She reciprocated with a quiet, suppressed moan, melting under my embrace as my arms trembled with excitement and fear. Excitement, because I was kissing the love of my life. Fear, because I dreading the conversation that would happen once I pulled away from this. My breath fanning her skin before slowly shifting my mouth over to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth, gently biting on to it. Amanda drew in a sharp breath, fighting the pleasure that was evidently riding inside her blood in ruthless waves. "Max....." She'd been calling my name, almost begging me to unhand her despite the fact that she liked what I was doing