Maximus of Mine

Page 11 Going Downhill

"Can I borrow your notes?" It was the same guy I met outside the canteen last week. He wore a floral shirt and beige trousers.
"Why can't you make your own notes?" I raised my eyebrows at me but he joined his hands in front of me, "Come on, Daffine. Please?"
I pass him a bunch of papers punched together.

"Thanks a lot. I'll photocopy them and return them by the end of the day," He grabbed them and ran outside. 
"Sure," During our classes, I was wondering what Max might be doing. I was painting before I got here, hopefully he wouldn't tear it. Hopefully, Casper was taking good care of him. 

Once I was done with my lectures, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the gate when somebody yelled my name and turned, "Thanks for your notes," He pressed them right before my face.
"Oh yeah," I forgot about those, "Thank you," I tried to take the pages from him but he wouldn't let go. I looked at him and he smiled, "My name is Dylan,"

"I didn't ask" I snatched my notes and kept them back.
"Why are you so mean to me?" Because you clearly like me and I am not into you, dumbass. I turned to leave but he jumped in front of me,
"Hey, can I treat you to a cup of coffee for helping me with the notes?"

"I'm good,"
"Why? I wanna show some gratitude," He followed me, "I haven't attended these classes since the past one week, I was in some major trouble,"

Oh my God.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled at him and he took a step back, "Don't you get it? You are annoying!"
Oh no. I'm just like them, "Yeah, I'm sorry," He smiled and walked away, slowly. I reached my hand out to stop him, but I don't want to raise his hopes. Ugh! What do I do?

"I didn't do anything and I feel like shit,"
Casper looked at me as I brushed Max's hair, "Why do you not like him? Man seems to be trying hard. Is he not your type? You said he's taller than you, you don't come across many men that are taller than you,"
"I know,"

"Then, what is the problem? You are single and so is he. Maybe you should give him a chance,"
"I don't know," Max's was just laying on his back, enjoying the grooming. I had gotten him a blue-collar. I look at that black hoodie. It had been two weeks since I had it. Was it really mine now? Casper traced my eyes and looked at the hoodie, "Do you like someone else?" He smirked.

"No, who would I like?"
"I don't know, maybe the boy who owns this hoodie!" He grabbed the hoodie and I blushed, "That is my hoodie!"
"Don't fuck with me! You only buy cheap shit, this is an expensive hoodie!"
"What the fuck?!"
"We both broke! It ain't yours. Bitch, you stole it?" 
"No!"

"Tell me the truth!" I grabbed it and shoved it inside my bag. I shouldn't even care, why do I not want Casper not to know? I have never hidden anything from him. I looked at the hoodie, he's right though, This is stealing. I shouldn't to keep a stranger's hoodie with me.

"Daff...Whose hoodie is that?" Casper stood before me as I sat on the carpeted floor.
"I borrowed it...because I had to cover a blood patch," 
"Oh shoot, okay that sounds reasonable. So, you plan on returning it or what?"
"Of course I do,"

The next morning, I got on my skateboard and skated all the way to that convenience store. But I couldn't find him anywhere. Disheartened, I came back to our room and decided to study without wasting any more time. While going through my notes, I flipped the pages until something colorful made me stop and look, "I think I like you, Daffine :)"

"You are single and so is he. Maybe you should give him a chance,"

Max was sleeping on my feet. I did not even like him like that, it was too sudden. He didn't even know me, then, what did he even like about me? I don't even know his name. So, the next day, I waited till the football practice was over and all the boys were coming back to the locker rooms. He saw me and ran towards me, he reminded me of Golden Retrievers. He had the same energy.

"Hey, Daffine. You came to see me at practice?" He had a dazzling smile that glowed over his wet face, freshly splashed with water. He looked straight into my eyes and looked back at him, "We need to talk,"
"Uh-oh. What did I do now?" He followed me as I walked towards a rather empty hallway, away from the lockers, "Daffine, you say you want to talk but you won't say a word!"

I turned back and looked at him, "I'm sorry," We spoke together. Why did he apologize?
"Why are you sorry?" He asked.
"Well, I was very rude to you yesterday,"
"Oh, no, it was my fault! I was prying. And I didn't respect your privacy. Look, I don't want to complicate it and I am really bad with all this so I'll say it simply... I really like you, Daffine,"

"Why?"
"Why? Because you are beautiful. Mind, body and soul,"
"...Dylan, look, you don't know me. And all of this is too sudden-"
"You want to be friends first?" He interrupted me. He seemed really excited and he was hyperventilating. 
"So be it,"

"YES!" He grabbed my hands and shook hands with me, "Nice to be your friend, Daffine!" He smiled. What a predictable man. I smiled back, "The pleasure is mine,"

-To be continued