My titleless story
Chapter 4
Max and I get off the bus and he grabs my hand. I get a familliar flush of butterflies. 11 months of this kid and I still get butterflies.
We get to his house and I sneak straight to his room. Max checks the house to make sure that his mom isn't home. She doesn't like me as it is and truth be told I'm kind of scared of her. Good thing she isn't home though.
Max comes back into his room and gets me my surprise from his closet. He hands me the sweater that says "Mustang Wrestling" on it. It's Max's from him being on the team a couple years back. He says it's my sweater because he let me wear it when I was cold at the first football game we went to together, and I ended up keeping it for nine months.
"Oh my gosh! I love it sugar." I say to Max while pulling him in for a long hug.
"Well it is your sweater isn't it." Max jokes back.
"I really missed this thing. Thank you." I say with more happy tears in my eyes.
"You don't have to thank me for giving you something that was already yours." Max says sweetly.
"Whatever you say," I laugh back. "Hey, what time is your mom supposed to get home?" I ask.
"Oooh why?" Max says suductively.
"No, you stop that. I didn't mean it like that! I just want to know how long I have to spend time with you." I giggle at Max. He starts crawling toward me across his bed all sexy and seductive like.
"Oh don't worry, not for a while." Max says and winks at me. I can't help but laugh. He's so adorable. Then, it starts. Next thing I know its 4:30 and Max has to get ready for work. While he gets in the shower I struggle to find my clothes. I start freaking out when I can't find my underwear. Max walks in and sees me freaking out.
"Max, you've gotta help me. I can't find my underwear and I amd FREAKING OUT. I mean, what if your mom finds them! She hates me enough already!" I exclaim. Max pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head. He finds my freaking out totally humerous for some reason.
"Babe, chill out. hahahaha. If you can't find them, I'm sure she won't be able to either." Max says calmly. His words reassure me that I'm safe and I realize how stupid I was.
By now it's about 5 and Max's mom is due home any minute to take Max to work. We say our goodbyes and everthing is happy and great until Max has to remind me and say the words that kill my mood.
"Tell me how things go at home, okay?" Thanks for reminding me, Max. i just forgot all about home.
"That is if I even go home right away." I mumble.
"Noooo, Liz. Promise me that you'll go straight home, okay?" Max says.
"Okayyyy, fine. I promise." I say defeated.
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It's usually aboput a 10 minute walk home but I somehow extend it to about 35 minutes. I am not looking forward to my lecture coming up.
My mom was being nice to the counselor which means she's going to yell at me and not believe that I'm acutally anorexic and that I cut myself. That could be a good and a bad thing. It's good that she won't really care or believe me. It's bad though because whenever she gets mad at me she'll bring it up in a fight.
I finally have to face this though as I approach my front door. I have to repeat the words Max used on me to get me into the counselor's office this morning.
"The first step is the hardest, Liz" I say to myself about four times before I finally go inside.
When I get inside it's nothing that I'd expect. I'd expect my mom waiting for me in a chair, right in the kitchen, just waiting for me to walk in the door ro lecture me. Nope. Instead my mom and my sister are in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone. A dinner that I won't eat.
I manage to avoid speaking to them for about five minutes while I go to the bathroom and almost get to my room. Then I hear my mom's voice.
"Liz, I need to talk to you when I drop the boys off at football. I got a phonecall from your school today and I think it's important that we have a little chat"
Great. My life is over. I run into my room and burst into tears.