I Punched The Rich Kid {On Hold}

Chapter Four

/Amara/

"Liar! Waterproof markers take out the color." Max whined. This boy, he has designer clothes, a nice ass car, and a mansion of a house. He's complaining about waterproof markers.

"No, Hondell, waterproof doesn't make a difference," I argued, smiling a bit. His face contorted in fake disgust as he looked at me, but his eyes were tinged with amusement.

"It ruins the whole color!" He stated firmly. He'd make the greatest politician.

"I wish you weren't taking me to school, Max. Or else I'd slap your ass when you say it ruins the color . It actually enhances it." I actually don't care either way, I prefer colored pencils. It'll just get on his nerves.

"No it doesn't!" He yelped with frustration. I smirked at him, and we made it to school.

  The halls were as it usually was, drenched with sweat and teenage hormones. You can smell it, actually. The lockers were always a ghastly blue.

  When me and Max walked in together, all of the students, all of them, stared at us. Murmurs and whispers swept through the whole hall. I caught a glimpse of most of the words.

What's Max Hondell doing with stripper girl?

He's so sweet! Caring for the nobody! Aww!

Ugh, I want Max, he shouldn't be with the slut!

What the actual fuck!

I hated white girls, they have to ruin everything with their blatant stupidity sometimes.

Not all of them are bad.

  I looked up at Max. He was embarrassed. To be near me? He was also furious. Probably, again, at me. My teeth clenched and I pulled him aside. I hated this, I hated all of it. I don't want him to be ruined because of me.

"You don't have to pick me up anymore," I said slowly. I looked at the ground, embarrassed.

"W-what? Why?" He was hurt, I could tell. His voice cracked.

"I-I'm ruining your image, Hondell. We c-can talk, but I don't need picked up." I smiled at him sadly. His face contorted into an unidentifiable emotion.

"You don't want to be with me?" He snarled quietly. Oh, gods he's mad at me.

"No, it's just tha-" Max whispered in my ear, and I hope it's not anything rude or mean or-

"Jesus, Amara, what's a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?" He whispered. I blushed immediately. He strode over to the other side of the hall. I watched Hondell as he walked off, going to his followers he calls 'friends.'

Alec Gard.

Joshua Iriyn.

And, finally, Dylan Mooreth.

  I never really cared for them, the only slightly cute one in the group was Dylan. And even then, he doesn't compare to Max Honde-

Don't finish that sentence, brain.

  I watched as Max played with his jet black hair. His eyes weren't matching quite to his friends'. He looked sad, but masked that easily. His smiles are so contagious, so they thought nothing of it.

I basically trudged through the halls to first period Creative Writing. I'm a sucky writer, what can I say? I hated Mrs. Fawner, with all of my heart. She walked up to the front of the class with a glare, then she spoke.

"Good morning class." She said with a wicked grin across her face. "We have a new student today."

A boy, with blonde hair and grey eyes surveyed the classroom. The girls swooned over him. I mean, he's hot yeah, but... Not to me, I guess. What's wrong with me?

"Introduce yourself, dear." Mrs. Fawner smiled. He hesitated for a second, and spoke loudly and proudly.

"My name is Destin. I come from France, after living there for what, eight years? I lived here before that, but I was homeschooled." A faint French accent could be heard. "And let me say, ici, les filles sont chaudes." Girls let out a big "Aww!"

I had no idea what he just said. But, his French swooned almost every girl in my class. Usually, I would too. But, I don't know. There's this tiny voice in my mind saying that he's not cute or charming or whatever.

"Sit next to Mrs. Daynes please." Hell no! Hell to the no!

"What was that girlie?" I shot a glare at him. All the girls were digging holes on my back with all their glares. I turned to him coldly, and he spoke up. "I'm a player, but let's be friends. Your name is...?"

"Bonjour, mon nom est Amara. Veuillez faire foutre." Hello, my name is Amara, please fuck off. I know that in 8 different languages.

  He turns red and blurts out; "You don't have to be a bitch about it!" I felt the anger. I pushed it in the back of my mind.

"Don't introduce yourself as a player." I said, calmly. His eyes softened.

"I was joking." He was amused, but I immediately regret saying what I did.

"I-I'm sorry. I've had a rough past with players, yeah? We can be friends." I smiled at him, and we continued working. Actually... He was kind of hot.

{Max Hondell}

  What the actual fuck?

  Destin was back in town.

  I grimaced, remembering going to France to see him, and he turned out to become an actual playboy. My cousin, he came back to break other girls hearts.

You do that too, Max.

Shut up brain.

Not anymore. Not since I met Amara. I've turned down a bunch of girls.

Amara:
hmm... there's a hot french guy in my class, i think i have to ditch you ;)

  My heart speeded up when I read that. Amara and Destin? I haven't seen him in four years, he moved eight years ago, maybe he changed.  No, he didn't. He has to stay from her.

Hondell:
im so hotter than him!

Amara:
i don't think youre hot, max

Hondell:
aaaaahhh! right in the ego :(

Amara:
your ego is bigger than the Empire State building. itll be fine for now.

Hondell:
no it's not! i am devastated forever and ever.

Amara:
and ever. it will stay that way.

God, Amara was just so... Amara. She was different than Meredith or other ditzy blondes. She was quirky and unique in her own way.

God, what happened to me?

She needs to come to the party... I want her to go so bad. I need to see her, because I don't see her enough.

Hondell:
im having a party, and i want you there. saturday 7:30, dollface.

Amara:
ill be there. don't miss me too much, maxwell.

Hondell:
ill try not to. later, dollface.

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I can't wait to write the party scene.

Thoughts on Destin?

Xoxo,
TheiPhone7