Tyler's POV

I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch! I swear to gosh, I'm long to kill him if its the last things I do! Junior fucking Reed, your so dead!

I'm guessing that everyone in the damn car can tell that is exactly what I'm thinking. Well, their thinking correct. I'm fucking pissed right now! Junior Asked her out! I even CALLED him earlier to tell him to back off! He just replied with 'This is payback, Tyler.'

He doesn't even WANT max! He's jut using her to get back at me! What the hell?! He doing this on purpose and I'm going to kill him for it! Dammit, Junior!

"Dude, calm down." Carter whispers, enough so that the girls can't hear. I give him and evil look. "Don't tell me to calm down when I can't even get my mind off of this." I command.

He sighs and turns his head back to the movie. Right now, all four of us are sitting on a blanket, watching the movie from the big screen right above us. Me and carter are sitting behind the girls. Max's hair is falling long behind her back as he laughs with Julie. I wish she could turn around so I could look at her beautiful face. I don't even know what movie is playing because I'm planning the way I'm going to kill junior.

I wonder if he likes pirañas.

"You have to calm down, Tyler." He whispers, "Or ma is going to notice" he points to the pretty dark head in front of me. I bite my lip and nod. "I know." I mumble. I keep my eyes glued on max, rather than the movie screen. Its already more than half way through, so why not? Maxine Heart, your lucky I like you..... a lot.

Once the movie is almost over, Julie leans back and whispers something to Carter. He nods and they both stand. "We are going to go get some drinks, anyone want one?" She offers. I lift my hand up, barley. "I'll take a Mountain Dew."

"I want a Dr. Pepper." Max says. I move my eyes to look over at her. Julie and Carter nod and walk off. This is my chance.

I move up into the spot Julie was originally sitting in and make sure I'm not TOO close to her, but close enough so that our arms brush each other. I look over at her and she isn't looking at me. "So junior huh?" I ask. She turns her head to me and keeps her eyes on mine. "It's not a date, exactly. I just want to go have a little fun." She says. I don't believe her.

"I could take you out somewhere." Nice move, Tyler. (Sarcasm) Her face turns slightly pink and she looks away from me. "I've already told him if go with him."

"So cancel."

"I can't, Colton."

"Why not?"

Her head spins to me and she has an irritated look on her perfect face. "why do you care?" She said, with an once of anger in her voice. I suddenly went quiet. Did I push it to far? I ask myself, should I tell her I like her? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she hates me? What if, what if, what if?

Just don't say anything, and it can't come out wrong. Right. I sigh and shake my head. "Never-mind." I mumbled, getting up. I stand up straight and say, "I'm going to head to the bathroom."

She doesn't say anything as I walk off. I start jogging to the bathroom and then it turns into running. Once I get there, I make sure no one else is in there and then lock the door.

I put m hands on the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. My brown hair with blonde highlights in it is parted to the side and is almost covering my eye. My red tank top is clinging to my body and has tiny holes in it. My Nike shorts that hand into my knees are loose and I feel like their about to fall off any minute.

Yet, I look like a complete reck.

My hair is frizzy at the moment because of how much I've been gripping it in anger. Some of my nails have dry blood on them because of me picking and biting at them so much. My cloths are just thrown onto m body, and you can tell I put NO effort, whatsoever into trying to look decent.

I don't feel decent either. My back hurts from the tattoo I just got (Carter pushed me to get one.) And my head is throbbing with different possibilities of how to murder junior. How does max deal with all the stress? I know she has stress..... a lot. I can see it in her eyes and her body language. Not that it's not hard to stare at her legs and ass.

She's not very good at hiding those from me. Or anyone, which I'm grateful for and am never going to tell her that. I grip my hair once more.

What is this girl doing to me? She's making me Feel things that...... I've never felt for anyone. She makes me want to protect her and never let her out of my arms. She makes me want to just grab her body and pull

It Onto mine. Then to kiss the hell out of her. She makes me want to be the perfect guy! Any time I'm around her I think, I'm not good enough. She won't Like me so drop the dream.

This dream, is becoming a nightmare.

One that I'll never awaken from and see max comforting me. I want Max. I want he so badly. It's like when a teenager wants a phone because everyone else has one, X20. I can't take this anymore. This sexy model of a girl is messing with my brain and I can't function properly. I can't think straight. And now, she's going somewhere with Junior fucking Reed! ALONE!

No...... no I can't this happen. I need to stop them. I know it sounds wrong and she will probably hate me, but........ this isn't JUST for me. This is for max. Junior is a player and the only reason he is acting this way with max is because he somehow knows I like her. He's using her!

I slam my fists on the counter top and some of the edge breaks off. But I could give a shit less. My fists now hurt. I want to throw them at junior and make sure he feels the pain. Make sure he feels horrible.

If he puts one finger on her, he's going to be murdered right when I see his ugly ass face.

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Max's POV

Tyler seemed like a COMPLETELY different person once he heard about me and junior. It kinda made me mad, but at the same time, I wanted to hug him for caring about it so much. I honestly didn't know what to do, so I just watched the movie.

He was in the bathroom for the rest of the movie before Carter had Togo in there and drag him out. The ride home was even more drama.

"Dude, why are you so mad?" Carter asked Tyler. Tyler stayed silent. Tyler drove us home and was now glaring at me through the mirror and tightening his fists on the wheel. His whole hand was red. I gulped and instantly felt guilty. Was he mad at me? If he was, then fuck him, I didn't do anything.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I ask him harshly. He shook his head and moved his eyes back to the road. "Not right now." He mumbled, almost to himself.

I shake my head and glare out the window. The darkness of the night made the full moon shine brightly and show on my face. The headlights are making light flicker back and I can see the moving trees.

I need to Talk to Tyler. Something's fishy around here and I'm getting a little upset with him. He's not answering my questions and I'm getting irritated. He better answer, or I'll have to rip his head from his body.