The Player

Chapter 20: Max blew my mind

When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. they wanted her to change back into what she always had been. BUT SHE HAD WINGS.

                                     -Dean jackson.

April was furious. She wanted to see me suffer and she had gotten a very pleasant surprise when I stood near the bleachers in max's jacket.

Moreover, right after max amazingly scored four goals in one game he was laughing and way too happy. He faced the bleachers, flashed the most dizzying grin and blew a kiss while staring right at ...me.

Well some bimbos imagined it to be them but then when I ran to the edge of the bleachers and he climbed over it to hug me it became excessively obvious. April threw a fit right in the middle of the ground and well as usual people rushed over to her.

"Didn't sleep last night?" max asked.

I groaned and slowly tilted my head away from the library table to glance at him. He smiled and settled in front of me.

I raised my head but a spear of pain went straight through the middle of my head. Bile rose in my throat and I struggled to not scream. Clutching my head in my hands, I willed the bloody headache to go away.

"Crystal? Are you still having your headaches?" max asked softly as he encircled my wrists in his hands.

My eyes were brimming with unshed tears. I bit on my lip when the throbbing just increased in intensity. He pulled my hands down and peered at my face. I closed my eyes shut, another wave of nausea swept through me.

"I think you should see a doctor."

"It's just a little headache."

"Every day? It's too bad to be 'just' a little headache"

"Drop it max." I whined.

He started to say something but an arrow of agony went through the centre of my head and I spat out, "DROP IT!"

I slowly opened my eyes and the whole world tilted. Gripping the table tightly I blinked. Max was tilted, the bookshelves were tilted, and the whole world was tilted. I blinked again and everything was fine.

"Are you okay? You look as if you saw a ghost." Max muttered worriedly.

"It's just that you look so handsome today.You just blew my mind." I told him with a smirk.

He scoffed then shook his head as a smile made its way on his perfect pink lips.

"This is the last day of our week long detention." Max spoke as he typed something in his scientific calculator.

"You must be so pleased that you don't have to tolerate me every morning." I drawled while highlighting a whole paragraph in my bio textbook.

He put the calculator down and looked at me. Even I stopped reading to stare back at him. He was freshly shaven and his hair was tousled just the right amount.

He smiled at me and softly spoke," I don't mind."

I smiled shyly and looked down at the textbook, "but you are happy that you wouldn't have to come to school early."

"Yeah" he leaned back on his seat and twirled the pen in his hand, "I had to skip half of my gym routine to reach here early."

"oh, my god" I mock gasped, "Maxwell wester skipped his gym. Now he will have a flabby belly!"

Max smirked at that and looked down at his practically flat stomach. He looked back at me with a flirtatious smile, "wanna see what's underneath this shirt?"