Monday the 12th of August. Two weeks since the kiss. I haven't talked to Max that much because it's been the school holidays. So I was excited to see her.

I walked up the hill my legs aching and heart racing. I stepped through the gates and saw a group of girls with long hair and short skirts. I decided it was best to walk in the opposite direction because, well, I tend to fall for pretty girls like them. STRAIGHT pretty girls like them.

Although hard to even see a girl as they were bunched together one taller girl stood out. With her honey skin and emerald eyes that clashed with the white spots from vitiligo on her face and shoulders.

"Ky!" She called. Max walked over to me with a big smile that made her dimples 10 times more noticeable and making her 10 times prettier and making my heart beat 10 times faster. 

"C'mon let's walk to class together!" One of the girls called to Max.

"Yeah c'mon Traci!" Another encouraged.

"No I'll walk with you guys to English. I'm walking Kylea! Besides me Ky have art together!" Max reminded the girls. 

She grabbed my hand and held it tight. I looked at it. It was bruised.

"Hey Max what happened to your hand?" I asked.

"Oh my brother hit me!" She replied. My jaw dropped.

"Really? That's so shitty!" I told her.

"Oh no I- I was kidding! I ran into a pole." Max assured.

Together we walked holding hands all the way to art.