"To all the girls that think you're fat because you're not a size zero. You're the beautiful one. It's the society who isn't." —Marilyn Monroe

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
9/5/18

💎Maxine's P.O.V

I wish my summer vacation was as long as phineas and ferb's.

That was the first thought that entered my mind as I parked my newly repainted car.

It was a red 2013 Audi V8 spyder with its 19" 5-double spoke Y design wheels along with a cross-drilled & ventilated Audi ceramic brakes and standard bucket seats with prominent side sections.

I grinned devilishly when I noticed many people, mostly boys, were gawking at my car.

Turning the ignition off, I hopped out of my car but not before putting my sunglasses on and felt the small breeze of wind whip past my natural wavy red hair.

Last week was supposed to be the first week of my senior year but I was caught two weeks earlier at school doing a graffiti on the walls so I was suspended for the first week of school.

My red lips curled up in a smirk as I walked confidently in my outfit that was consist of a white halter top and ripped jeans along with my black ankle strap heels.

The crowd parted like a red sea as I made my way to the guidance office. I heard a few shouts behind me and I turned around just in time to be greeted by strong bulky arms.

"Maxi-pad! You're fucking back! Ugh, I missed you so much." Eli greeted before peppering my face with wet kisses.

Eli's arm were suddenly ripped from me and a new set of arms were wrapped around me.

"You sneaky bitch! Why didn't you tell me you were planning to paint a graffiti on the school walls?! I would've help you." Carson pouted, a loud 'hey' was heard from Eli.

"Actually, Spray painting a big d*ck and making a graffiti is two completely different things Carson," Wyatt piped in, his chocolate eyes lighting up with humor.

"Uh? You completely forgot the part where they are both considered art," Carson pointed out, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Oh really? How is a d-ck considered art?" Wyatt dared, his brow raising.

"It's a masterpiece really," Carson hummed before continuing.

"If you've seen a d-ck before, maybe yours, then you could see that there are different features in it yes? Like for examples the lines that run ar-" Carson didn't even finished the sentence because I gave him a hard punch.

He winced, rubbing the spot I punched. "Ever heard of TMI Carson?" I grimaced lightly, shaking my head in disgust.

That was not the image that I wanted to indulge.

"TMI? What the teletubby is that?" He wondered, brows furrowed.

We all gave him a flat look.

"Crazy girl, I didn't think you would actually do it." Dylan chuckled, shaking his head.

I smirked,"There's this famous quote saying Dare to be daring and I'm not a p-ssy, unlike some of us." I said before casting a meaningful look at Eli.

Eli glared at me,"It was one time you
f-cktard! I couldn't just jerk off infront of my mom! That's like incest for crying out loud!" He said defensively.

We all bursted out laughing ignoring the gaping looks we were getting from the students.

Ladies and gentleman, I kindly present to you my four bestfriends.

Eli Ryker is the captain of the swimming team with his crystal blue eyes and stunning long blonde hair. He had a worthy drooling body and let's not forget his australian accent that girls totally dig for.

Dylan Carters was the captain of the basketball team and was a total daredevil with his dark curls and green eyes. He was the tallest one in our group and had worthy body also.

Wyatt Miller was the known to be the 'party guy' and the smartest one in our group. Although he parties hard, He was more of a 'waiting for the right girl' kind of guy with his black hair and chocolate eyes.

Carson Stiles was known to be the trouble magnet and was literally the laziest one in our group. He was also gifted with the looks like the others with his blonde hair that was in a man bun and black eyes.

And lastly me, Maxine Daniels known to be the bad girl and was one of the boys. I am confidently beautiful with my hazel eyes and wavy red hair. I'm honestly the anti social one in our group (only here at schoo) since I literally hate people and is tired of the judgement by the society and preferred my four bestfriends only.

Oh, and I don't sleep around.

"We seriously missed you though." Wyatt confessed, giving me a shy smile.

"You saw me last week," I pointed out, giggling.

"Group hug!" Carson let out, pulling me into his arms.

The boys started to holler and one by one, their arms pulled up in a group hug.

Can we talk about the fact how every boy has those natural scent that smells just so good that lasts for days while we, girls, literally have to pour the whole bottle of perfume in order to keep ourselves smelling good for a whole day.

"You're arms are literally made of steel, like I can't f-cking breath people," I mustered out, pushing them lightly.

They proceeded to tease me and continued on hugging me until I stepped on Eli's feet which forced him to break the group hug.

"You messed up my hair!" I whined, dramatically puffing my lower lip out.

"I can do so much messing than that baby!" Carson flirted, playfully bumping his shoulders in mine.

I let out a giggle ,"It's true that Crayons can get really messy." I teased, a grin on my lips.

Carson glared at me before stomping his way throught the halls. We all laughed as this was a usual thing of Carson to do.

Crayon is what we like to call him or usually tease with. He literally hates it and always throws a tantrum. He either walks out or annoy the hell out of you until you call him his complete name.

"Do you have a fight tonight?" Dylan suddenly asked, turning serious.

My mood immediately went downhill hearing him mentioning about my pastime hobby.

"I do." I answered coldly, looking away at them before I can see their reaction.

The boys went tense upon hearing my answer, even Carson, who went back immediately noticed the tension.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Wyatt asked, his brown eyes hardening.

"You know the reason why." I answered, plastering a bored expression on my face.

"Yes, It's quite reasonable but there could be so many things you can do, much better than that," Dylan piped in, giving me a pointed look.

Eli sighed,"We just don't want seeing you hurt maxi-pad. You known how it makes us worried especially when you're not fighting with the same gender." He explained, taking a hold of my bruised knuckles.

I immediately pulled my hand away,"I can handle it, I'm good at handling pain and you know that." I snapped, glaring at him.

"What if there comes a point where you can't handle it anymore huh? What are you gonna do?" Wyatt argued, crossing his arms.

"You can't judge me for the ways I chose to deal with my pain." I spat harshly before walking away, completely done with the conversation.

I hate it when they start meddling with my business. I have a short temper and this isn't the first time we had a conversation about it.

"Wait," Carson called out, I paused in my steps, not bothering to turn since my pride is getting the best of me.

"It may hurt to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on." Carson said quietly but it was enought for me to hear it.

Those words hit right through the core but despite my want to turn around, run into their arms and cry pathetically, I held my chin up high and continued walking away.

♡Author's note

Hey guys, so, this is the first official chapter of HM and I hope you liked it so far!

Anyways, to those who don't know me yet well. . .

Hiii, my name is Elaiza.

What's yours? :)

Don't hesistate on writing down you're name because I'm sure you all have hella awesome names!

I apologize in advance for the upcoming chapters because it may seem a bit rusty and boring but just know that, I haven't written a book in a long time and I'm starting to get used to it again so please, just bare with me because I promise you, at the end of the book, you'll be begging for a sequel ;)
♡ElaBearXx