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One side of my mind kept telling me to walk. The other though, it was cursing loud.

What the fuck was I doing?

I'd searched the whole school, trying to be discreet about it. I asked Mason since he was literally my sister's boyfriend. He seemed confused and a little cautious but replied anyways. 

I don't know.

I'd searched the music room, just in case but it was empty.

The canteen took a long time and so did the library. What the heck was I thinking?

Finally, I stood in front of the steps, hoping I was right. Why? Only lord knows.

It was the same stairs I'd ever climbed once or twice ever in my life. One time when I'd been sucking Sarah's face. I decided that it was worth the shot and took the first step. The rest were easy. Left. Right. Left. Right.

I reached the door and slowly pushed it out. Only then did the thoughts come in. What if he was there? What would I say? Do I pretend that he's not there? What if he wasn't? I didn't even know if he was in school grounds.

Somewhere deep, I knew I wanted him to be there. Why? Probably because I wanted to punch him in the face. Yeah, that sounds about right.

When I got out, ignoring the blazing sun, my stomach dropped when I saw the empty concrete. He wasn't here.

I walked up to the edge of the building anyway, looking out at the back fields of the school. I sighed, shaking my head. It wasn't a bad thing that he wasn't where I stood. If he was, then I knew there was a large amount of chance that things would've not gone well for me. The guy was fucking Max Winters. He always had something up his sleeves.

"Looking for me?"

I cursed, loud. And I jumped. Which wasn't manly.

Turning around, I came face to face with the one I was searching for since the start of the day. Max fucking Winters.

"Careful there Baker, people are going to think that you're hiding something from them."

I scowled, turning away. Why did he always making me feel like a piece of shit? What good did he get out of it?

"Come on, tell me why you were searching the whole grounds for me."

"In your dreams Winters. How many times do I have to repeat myself? I have better things to do." Hypocrite. "And if I was looking for you, it'd probably be about the project."

"The project huh?"

I didn't turn back to see his reaction. Just, having him standing near me got me on the edge. Fucking Winters. I hated him so bad. "Let's just get this done and over with Winters, I don't want to hang out with you more than I'm needed. It's already messing up my calendar and I don't like it." Lies. What was wrong with me?

"Fine then, we'll meet up after school, at the same cafe, we'll go through the summary of the book. Good?"

I cleared my throat. "I have practice after school."

"I know, I wait for Mason, remember? It'll be better that way too. You can drive me to the place. I'll tell Mason."

The thought of Max Winters in my car set fire to the pit of my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted both hands. "Why can't you have your own ride?"

Max snickered but I didn't turn back to see. "Guess you don't actually stalk me as Tracy said." I ignored that. Of course it's the truth. Max fucking Winters would never fucking be a worth in my life. "I don't have a car smart-ass. I only get to drive my grandma's on Friday."

"Your grandma's?" The new information about him surprised me. I didn't expect Max Winter to not have his own ride. Sure, I knew that every single human being at school didn't have the opportunity to have their own cars, but still, this was Max fucking Winters we're talking about.

"Yeah, I like her's actually. It's simple and drives smooth enough for a high schooler." I knew he shrugged after that. "It's a Toyota. Simple. Grey."

I huffed at the news. No way did I see that coming. It made sense in a way to. Why Mason doesn't come to pick Katie up. Why Max was always at our practices. So I decided to be a better person and not take my grudge on the guy too personally. "Then you'll have to wait for me until I shower."

"You normally don't."

I had to turn at that. He was still standing behind me, but closer. He had his hands tucked inside his pockets and was biting the bottom lip of his continuously. I never noticed how red his lips were. Not red, but not pink like a girl's. It was natural, almost red and perfect.

No. I was no where near to accept that. There was no way I thought that Max fucking Winters's lips were perfect. That was so gay!

This was the reason why I didn't like the damn guy. He was damn perfect.

He confused people and their life choices.

I replied quickly before he noticed me staring at him. He'd probably get the wrong idea. "That because I go home straight after. I can't today, no?"

I was at the practice earlier than usual. I made sure to keep the conversations short and got to running around the field before coach told us to. Drake found it weird but didn't say anything and followed me none the less.

We were at our third round when coach made his presence. He was glad to find us all already almost ready instead of slaking off. It was well needed too. We need to be ready for the Friday. Game against the Tigers, the school team of the Diverstorm town, wasn't a very big deal. But, I didn't want to risk anything, since it was the last year.

Max wasn't there at the bleachers. I took a few glances at Mason, wondering if something happened, but the guy was his usual self. We chatted here and there while we warmed up, ready for the friendly match as always.

I put my head into it, leaving out all my stress of the day. I realized most of it was by Max Winters.

By the time I was finished, my eyes almost rolled back in surprise when I noticed him sitting at his usual spot, a phone keeping him occupied. Mason walked up to him and patted his back and I strolled over too, waving a bye to Drake. I had to get it over and down with, I remind myself.

"Ready?" My voice was gruff. No-one should blame me for it. I was tired and getting sick of see Max Winters's face.

"You're not going to shower?"

Then I remembered and gave him the finger, walking away, ignoring Mason's irritating laugh. I sighed another deep breath, ignoring all the other idiots from the team and hopping into the last shower cube. Taking my very sweet time, one to actually get cleaned and two, to piss Max off, I made sure to use a good amount of hot water before drying off and slipping back into my casual wear.

I didn't like that I had to wear the same outfit, but it was better than sweat covered sports vest.

Getting out of the locker room, I ran a hand through my wet hair, flicking it off and keeping my head down. I was tired. Really tired.

"What the hell-"

"Holly shit! What the fuck man?! Were you seriously standing there the whole time?!"

I glared at Max as he gave me an annoyed look before shrugging. "You should check your surroundings before walking around."

"This is a school."

"Never underestimate the power of a phyco."

I ignored that and continued my way out of the building. Getting into my car, I turned the cooler on immediately, patiently waiting for the guy to buckle up. I could've taken a nap while doing so.

"I was meaning to ask, how does Katie go home when you have practices? Don't you drive her to school?"

I nod, pulling the car out of the school property. "She gets a lift from one of her friends."

Then we sat in silence. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward. Nor was it filled with tension. It almost felt like I didn't care that Max fucking Winters was sitting on my passenger seat.

I turned a few streets, driving straight before entering the more quiet side of the town. Turning a few rights again, I parked at an empty spot near the cafe.

Getting out, we silently walked to the place, pushing the door open. I noticed the bells ringing this time and smiled. Bells on doors always made me feel at home. Even if my own didn't have that decoration.

"Same order?"

I nod, not knowing what to say about Max being kind to me. It's not new, just, different. It made me sit on the edge of the seat, glancing around a few times, checking to calm my breath so I didn't look like I was have a heart attack.

Max Winters came back a few minutes later, empty handed. I didn't question it and got to work fast, taking out my books and a pencil. Yes, I did care about the project.

Max did the same and suddenly, we were talking about the literacy book, well, mainly Max since he had to tell me the story and the short must-know scenes of it. That didn't matter.

What mattered more was the fact that I didn't want to ever agree on. Ever.

I didn't mind Max fucking Winters's company. Not one bit.

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