“No no no no, please”, I begged and pouted. Almost everyone falls for my puppy face. Hope he will too.
I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly when I felt his arms loosening. Of course, my puppy face did not work. I buried my face in the crooked of his neck and held on him with all my might. If am going down, he’s going down also. Yaa, that’s a great idea. I will see how you throw me in there now, Max Jackson.
“Please Max, I swear if you - Ahhhhhh!”, I screamed when I felt him loosening his grasp around me. I looked at him to see him grinning. How dare he? I feel so weak. Why didn’t my brother teach me how to fight? Maybe he was worried that I would go all ninja on him after all he is the one fighting with me everyday and he is the one who started all the fights.
But really, he should have taught me. At least, he would have felt at ease there at Capetown, studying his higher studies. After all, I am his little sister who is too innocent and who hadn’t discovered the world yet. That’s how he sees me.
“Okay, I won’t throw you if you say that ’ you are so sexy ’ huh, what say?”, he smirked and winked at me. Okay, that’s easy.
“Okay, I am so sexy”, I repeated after him but he started laughing. I felt his chest vibrating and I couldn’t hold the smile which made it’s way on my face. This Max was different. I like this Max. He was laughing without caring about other people staring at him as if he was mad. He was as if laughing after a long time. He looks so cute and sweet.
When he finally composed himself, he had a genuine smile but it soon turned out into his famous smirk. I think that’s why many girls fall for his gorgeous and signature smirk. It was really charismatic. I couldn’t stop staring at his face.
“Done checking me out, babe?”, he winked and once again, I felt the fire inside me. Both from embarrassment that he found me observing him and anger at him for turning into the chauvinist pig that he was again.
Couldn’t he act normal for once in his life. I mean, come on man, enjoy life. Enjoy the little sweet moments of your life instead of hiding your true self by being a complete jerk and player at school.
He began loosening his arms around me and I panicked. Is he going to throw me?
“No no no, Max, please, am sorry, no , pleas -
“Calm it woman, I am n -
“No please Max, I am really sorry”, I cried and held onto him tightly.
“Shit, why are women so annoying?”, I heard him muttered silently to himself. What? Did he really say that? How could he? He is going to throw me in freezing water and he dared say that I am annoying? I swear this water has a lot of diseases in it. It’s so dirty. I mean, it looks dirty.
I felt myself being carried back to the entrance of the park. Wait! He is not going to throw in there but then oh no no no no, he is going to throw me in the freaking big dustbin at the other side of the park. When I look up, I saw his annoying smirk plastered on his face. I swear I am going to strangle him in his sleep tonight.
I started wiggling in his arms and tried to remove his hold on me.
Just then an amazing idea cropped up in my mind. I grabbed his hair and started messing it up. I know typical bad boys don’t like it when someone messes with their hair.
“What the hell, Shelly?”, he knows my name. I think he is definitely annoyed because he used my name instead of babe like he used to. He looked funny. When i saw his petrified face, i giggled quietly but it was cut off when I felt a stinking pain in my butt.
No freaking way! He threw me on the floor. How dare he? He- he- he- uhhhh. He is really cruel. Like a monster.
I looked up at him, my mouth wide opened with shock. He was re styling his hair while looking at his phone screen.
I sigh and got up, dusting my white shorts and glared at him. I think some people never change in life. Just like Max!
“What?”, he yelled at me in frustration and ran his left hand through his hair a few times. I think boys are really more girly when it comes to their hair.
“Nothing’, I fired back and crossed my arms over my chest.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds as if calming himself. Yaa, right. You really need this. You have to cool down. You are too serious and hyper in life.
When he opened his eyes, he stared at me, studying my face. I felt him gazing at me and wandered his eyes over my body a few times. I felt self-conscious with his excruciating stare. I don’t have the perfect body like a model but I was okay, neither too thin nor too fat. I was okay.
“What?”, this time it was me who yelled at him and he looked taken aback by my sudden outburst. I mean, come on, you are checking a girl in front of her as if she is a piece of meat that you could jump at if you are given the chance to do so.
I scringed at that thought. Without waiting for his reply, I turned my back to him and started to walk back home.
“Wait!”, I heard him call and rushing towards me. I simply avoided him and walked silently without glancing at him. He walked beside me without trying to talk.
Soon, we reached our houses. I saw him opening his mouth to say something but immediately closed it back. He looked as if he was still thinking about what he should say. A sorry would have been great. I almost snorted at that. Who am I expecting to apologise here? Max Jackson? The bad boy? Never in your dreams, Shelly.
Great! I am becoming mad. I am hearing a voice in my head now. I wiped at the single tear that fell from my right eye. I turned away from Max, hiding my face from him. Without waiting for him to tell something, I entered my drive way and went inside the house, closing the door and leaning my back over it. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
I thought Max as a new friend, considering that we are now neighbours, we should try to get to know each other. But I was wrong. It was a mistake.