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Max's POV
`She is way too nice to me, a person that doesn't even deserve it. She hadn't met the ill mannered, cussing and always losing his temper Maxwell Green' I thought. It irritated me a lot. As she drove she pulled into my driveway. It was a good thing my parents weren't home. My mom didn't like girls she didn't know coming to our house they were what she called 'sluts' I took out a key from my pocket to unlocked the door. I walked in and flipped on the light switch. Michelle walked in slowly looking around. I saw the clock on my living room wall `great I have an 1/2 hour before work' I started to walk up stairs
“Are you coming?” I asked with out looking back I heard fast foot steps behind me
Michelle's POV
I looked around his living room. There were a lot family portraits and old school pictures on the walls “Are you coming?” Max was heading up stairs I quickly followed behind him. Max's room wasn't as messy as you might have though everything was in order besides a pair of jeans and few t-shirts that were scattered on the floor which he quickly picked up and threw in his closet. He turned on the radio heavy metal music came from its speakers. He sat on the bed then patted the space next to him. I sat down next to him. I just kept looking down playing with the lace of my skirt.
“You look so nervous, don't worry remember what I told you before you don't have to do anything you don't want too” I felt his hand rub my back I shyly looked up at him he brushed my hair behind my ear `he's just so beautiful, nice, and I barely know anything about him' “Um…-m-max” I whispered he wrapped he hands around my waist “what?” he said softly pulling me closer to him smiling lightly closer to him. I put a hand around his neck with my fingers in his hair. He began to kiss my neck lightly `ohhh….' I thought
he moved one of his hand from my waist and on to my thigh he slid on of his up my skirt
`What am I doing?'
“M-Max….p-please!” I whispered a little louder. At that moment I think Max misinterpret what said for pleasure instead of distress because he quickly put his hand under my shirt and unhooked my bra “Max just stop! I yelled and pulled away I quickly hooked my bra back
“What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry…. y-you were moving a bit fast” I said in a low voice looking down
Max got up from the bed and started pacing
“I'm really sorry Michelle, I-I don't know why-I just” his words seem to choke
He began pacing again running his hands in his hair
Max's POV
`I fucking screwed up!' I thought as I paced my room Michelle she was picking at the edge of her skirt looking down. I looked at my alarm clock time really passed because I only had about 15 minutes I ran to my closet and changed my shirt to my green and yellow subway one
“Michelle can you take me to work I'm going to be late” I asked her she looked up at me
“Of course” she sprang up as if nothing happened
`She is way too nice to me, a person that doesn't even deserve it. She hadn't met the ill mannered, cussing and always losing his temper Maxwell Green' I thought. It irritated me a lot. As she drove she pulled into my driveway. It was a good thing my parents weren't home. My mom didn't like girls she didn't know coming to our house they were what she called 'sluts' I took out a key from my pocket to unlocked the door. I walked in and flipped on the light switch. Michelle walked in slowly looking around. I saw the clock on my living room wall `great I have an 1/2 hour before work' I started to walk up stairs
“Are you coming?” I asked with out looking back I heard fast foot steps behind me
Michelle's POV
I looked around his living room. There were a lot family portraits and old school pictures on the walls “Are you coming?” Max was heading up stairs I quickly followed behind him. Max's room wasn't as messy as you might have though everything was in order besides a pair of jeans and few t-shirts that were scattered on the floor which he quickly picked up and threw in his closet. He turned on the radio heavy metal music came from its speakers. He sat on the bed then patted the space next to him. I sat down next to him. I just kept looking down playing with the lace of my skirt.
“You look so nervous, don't worry remember what I told you before you don't have to do anything you don't want too” I felt his hand rub my back I shyly looked up at him he brushed my hair behind my ear `he's just so beautiful, nice, and I barely know anything about him' “Um…-m-max” I whispered he wrapped he hands around my waist “what?” he said softly pulling me closer to him smiling lightly closer to him. I put a hand around his neck with my fingers in his hair. He began to kiss my neck lightly `ohhh….' I thought
he moved one of his hand from my waist and on to my thigh he slid on of his up my skirt
`What am I doing?'
“M-Max….p-please!” I whispered a little louder. At that moment I think Max misinterpret what said for pleasure instead of distress because he quickly put his hand under my shirt and unhooked my bra “Max just stop! I yelled and pulled away I quickly hooked my bra back
“What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry…. y-you were moving a bit fast” I said in a low voice looking down
Max got up from the bed and started pacing
“I'm really sorry Michelle, I-I don't know why-I just” his words seem to choke
He began pacing again running his hands in his hair
Max's POV
`I fucking screwed up!' I thought as I paced my room Michelle she was picking at the edge of her skirt looking down. I looked at my alarm clock time really passed because I only had about 15 minutes I ran to my closet and changed my shirt to my green and yellow subway one
“Michelle can you take me to work I'm going to be late” I asked her she looked up at me
“Of course” she sprang up as if nothing happened
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