You know that game never have I ever? Well. If I ever play the game again and someone asks, never have i ever been stared at with unwavering attention by someone you might possibly have a crush on would have to drink. If you've never been stared at by someone, you might possibly have a crush on. I tell you it's unnerving. Like palm sweating, heart pounding, teeth rattling, hand shaking. Unnerving. Okay, I might be exaggerating a bit, but it was nerve-wracking. He just sat there beside me and used his phone occasionally . If I'm being honest, it was nice. At some point, he reaches over and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. It was the same piece of hair that I'd been blowing out of my face. Class finishes, and as I pack up my things, Max leans in close to me."Goodbye, sweetheart." The proximity makes me gasp. My mind goes blank for a second, and when I turn around, he's gone. The hollow feeling in my chest returns, and I push it down. I close my eyes for a bit and take deep brea
I was stuck in the dream again. This time, I am inside the car. I can't seem to pull myself away. I just get sucked in. Nicole wasn't feeling too good ever since we got into the car. So my mum said we were going to make a stop at a gas station to get some chocolate for Nicole. For some reason, chocolates always helped her."Don't make that face, Callie," she said."What face? I'm not making any face, " I retort"You totally were," Nicole answers. I bare my teeth "I thought you were sick Nikky you're not supposed to be talking," "Yes, well, I'm never too sick to tell on you". I don't reply to her comment. I'm too angry. I think my mum sensed this. She used to say stuff about a mum's intuition never being wrong. To date, she has never been wrong.She reaches over to take my right arm. I clutch the steering wheel with my left hand and release my right hand. My mum turns over my hand, Interlaces our fingers, with mine on top and hers under, she kisses my hand. She stares at me intentl
"Stop fidgeting.""I'm not.""You are.""I am not." Neela leans over to me. "Callie, you look nice, now stop moving, okay?"The line moves, and I move with it. After Neela announced that we were going out to celebrate my birthday, I've pretty much been on auto pilot. Neela picked out my outfit, and then she told me we were going to a party. Honestly, I'm very nervous. I haven't been out in a year now, and I honestly don't know how to behave or act. I take deep breaths, and I become a little bit calmer. I decided to take my therapist's advice, I mean, we are literally at a club, and since we are here to have a good time. That's what I'm going to do.As I'm giving myself a pep talk, I get my hand stamped, and I enter the club. I wait in a dim hallway for Neela, and she enters chuckling. I see her tuck a piece of paper in her side pocket, but I don't ask about it. I rub my hands on my skirt, and Neela catches my movement "Nervous?" She asks me "Yeah, a little," I say, grimacing "H
I stand there dumbstruck. In front of me, Max holds Greg's hand. Max has a very relaxed stance that would have fooled the casual observer, but the tense set of his shoulders and the ticking in his temple suggests otherwise. In that moment, i understood what Stacy and Neela were saying about Max's aura. It was pretty much a sign floating around his head, saying danger. Keep off.Greg's stupid hand is fisted, and I vaguely come to the realisation that the fucker was about to punch me."What is it to you, the lady and I were just having a little fun?" "From the looks of it, the lady doesn't seem to be having fun." Max turns towards me and the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch."Were you having fun, Calista?" He asks me, his voice deceptively calm, before I can answer him, stupid Greg interrupts."It seems that you guys know each other, so I think I'm going to go back to the club where the party is happening."The more he talks, the more I feel like slapping the living daylight
We walk for a while , side by side, fingers still interlaced. We left the busy part of the street a while back, I think the club is what brings this area to life at night. Otherwise, it's just a few houses and a few restaurants. We make a turn, and i instantly notice a difference. Here, it's quieter, and there are more houses around than businesses. It looks like a housing neighbourhood. I'm convinced Max has an ulterior motive for bringing me out to talk, but I remember that I was the one who actually wanted to talk. I practically pushed him out here. I don't know where we are, but I'm trusting Max to know where we are going and not to do anything nefarious to me. That is probably not a smart move on my part considering I don't know him at all, and I've only seen him a few times , but I am choosing to trust him anyway because he just saved me from stupid Greg. It's not the brightest idea I've had, but I've followed him all the way out here, so right now, it'll have to do.I look
"It was you," He stills, and for a split second, he looks striken, but his expression shifts. "I was still in high school then, and it was in the parking lot, I was running. You were there. You caught me when I was about to fall. ""Sweetheart, I don't know what you're talking about.""You don't?" I ask. He shrugs "I don't." He releases me, and we start walking again.I don't say anything else. I'm too preoccupied with my thoughts. Really, what is up with this? I take a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so familiar, I thought maybe, I might have seen him before. I was so sure before, but now, not so much. I mean, it is possible it isn't him, after all that was a few years ago. I might be mistaken. I don't remember that day well, but I know I remember his eyes. That stranger had the same striking blue eyes as Max.I decide to let the matter go. If he isn't the one, fine. If he is the one but he doesn’t want to talk about it, that's also fine.Max takes a turn, and I
I flush. Mortification fills me. I just let out a gasp like this is the first time I'm seeing someone's arm. An incredibly attractive arm, but an arm nonetheless. Luckily, Max doesn't react. Either he didn't hear, or he just decided to ignore me. Anyone works for me. He walks over to my shoes and picks them up. He walks back to me, but I walk past him to go look in the lake.He watches me silently, but when I attempt to put my hand in the water, he stops me. "Calista, that's not a good idea," he says"Why?" I ask"You're cold," He replies to me matter of factly."Oh yeah, that's right." I sigh with regret but put my hand down. Max helps me to my feet. We walk away from the lake and sit in a patch of grass that I don't recognise. Max grabs my shoes and makes to go help me put it on. But I stop him"I can do that." He raises his head and gives me what I have come to term."The brow" "Fine," I say and roll my eyes. I try very hard not to think about the fact that he is helping me with my
With my phone pressed to my ear. I sneak a glance at Max. His hands are in his pockets, and even though he stands casually, no one with all their senses intact can ever mistake him for casual. I inspected him further. Stacy was spot on in her observation. The man had a dangerous air about him, and it's a testament to my viceral reaction to him that I didn't notice it earlier on. No matter how many times I've seen him, I honestly don't think I'll ever get used to his beauty. When I look at him, I know that God truly has his favourites. His hair, so black it seems to absorb the dark of the night, highlights the blue of his eye, and as for his bone structure,two words, My my. "Callie, you there?" I'd totally forgotten I was still on a call with Neela"Yeah, I'm here." Max takes his phone out, and I guess he gets a call because he walks a few feet away and starts speaking to someone on the phone. As I'm staring at him, I feel a wave of determination descend upon me. Ever since the accid