Fallen, Jordan Wadley [best thriller books to read txt] 📗

fixing the strong jaw into something a little more smoothed out.

I didn't have to glance at Max to know he was the one that burst into an explosion fit of laughter, he pointed between Ally and me without words being said. He saw the entire exchange between us, which apparently seemed funny enough to laugh like a maniac at.

"You sound crazy," I mumbled in his direction. "finish your notes dude."

He smiled over to me and nodded once, accepting my insult strangely, before going back to his notes with a permanent smile.

For the entire class time I focused solely on Madame's lecture, or tried being a word I seemed to be close with lately. The little things Max did seemed to steal my attention without even trying, it seemed completely unnecessary how closely I paid attention to him. He slightly tapped his pencil on the desk when he didn't seem to get something Madame said, and his forehead at the meantime would wrinkle when he worked too hard to understand. More than once I had to literally shake myself from my thoughts a few times, trying to no avail to stop staring over at him like an idiot. I couldn't help but imagine what I'd do if he caught me staring at him like a creep.

To top it all off, his strange masculine scent wrapped around me in what seemed to be a perfect glove. The fact that we weren't more than a few millimeters apart didn't help the matters either. Although I tried to focus my attention on Madame, my attention would always forcefully shove me in his direction. I couldn't help but notice how his bicep muscles would flex every time he nervously shoved his hair back out of his confused eyes. I wasn't too surprised considering he'd just enrolled in French, it wasn't like he'd understand everything Madame said.

When I looked down at the paper he was supposed to be writing on along with the rest of the classroom, it was completely empty. I let my eyes flick back over to his bunched up eyebrows, he wasn't even paying attention to what she said. But, even though he wasn't paying attention to the class, he seemed to be in a small trance.

I definitely was in a trance, I couldn't focus on anything but his body so close to mine. Now I knew what all those other women felt when standing next to him.

The double desk seemed to be about four feet across in length and two and half feet in width, you'd think we'd have enough room to relax into the desk without touching each other.

The fact that I couldn't relax without touching his warm skin made me realize I didn't really notice how large he actually was, he took up three-fourths of the room. He wasn't fat in any way, nor was he too buff. On the right side of Max, he had about half a foot to move over but I never asked him to. I didn't want to be close, but I figured he'd be slightly insulted to have someone ask him to move further away.

So there I was, pressing myself against the table leg to get as far away from him as possible. Still, I only managed to put about two inches of space between us.

I spent almost the entire class time in that extremely uncomfortable position, which really didn't make my mood any better. When the end of class finally neared, I finally gave up my constant constriction of muscle and relaxed in my seat.

I had to admit that he was interesting to stare at, it was almost like I physically and mentally couldn't resist staring at him. His defined jaw ticking back and forth with every lap of his tongue, soaking his thick an luscious lips.

I wanted to mentally slap myself at my dirty thoughts, but unfortunately it was unintentional. Max The Great wasn't someone like me to mess with, he was after all the cliche bad boy that'd break my heart eventually, he's a player for God's sake. Who said he'd even noticed me in the first place!

His elbow bumped against my arm for only a second, but in that time a short laugh left my lips without intention when I felt a strange numbness run through my arms. Sparks fly by Taylor Swift swept around in the front of my thoughts almost savagely when I pulled away. Not daring to make eye contact with Max, I gathered my things in my hands quickly. I struggled to keep everything in one hand while I grabbed my book bag laying on the ground next to my seat, opposite of Max' chair.

Finally, the bell rang in my high pitched ears and, in a hurry to get away from him, my agenda fell down to the cold floor. Of course, I scoffed, now watch him pick it up.

"Here you go," Max chuckled, putting my agenda back on the pile of books stacked in my arms. I growled at how pathetic I must've looked and ignored the paper as I stuffed it into my full binder.

"Damn paper, seriously! I feel like the paper itself is giving me bad luck! I bet some stupid witch spelled it up, I'll have to talk to Ally about this shit." When I noticed Max still staring at me curiously I laughed, stuttering out my words quickly.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't supposed to be said out loud. I can't control what I say, it's like I'm cursed. But, anyways thanks for picking up the paper. I knew you'd do it anyways." I felt the need to choke myself at my last words, really?

He laughed at my suddenly paled expression and looked down on me with a smile.

"Oh really? How'd you know that?" People continued to shove by us in a frenzy to get to their next class, however some still felt the need to stare at the two of us.

"Well, you're the bad boy cliche dude that suddenly notices the poor pathetic sad girl and they fight. Then you end up with the whole I love you shit, and boom! Happy ever after!" I laughed, I just couldn't help it. I had to laugh at my ridiculous explanation.

His mouth opened wide in surprise, but before he could respond a voice echoed down the halls and rang encouragingly in my ears.

"Hanna, wait up!" My best friend, Jayden, yelled. His long lanky legs carrying him further and further down the halls toward Max and I. Shortly I found myself shocked, I never thought I'd ever say Max and I, even in my thoughts.

Jayden's grey and blue dull jacket spun around him wildly as his long legs carried him closer to me, and I myself found myself laughing at my goofy best friend.

I beamed. "Hey Jayden!" I waved, waiting for him to screech to a sudden stop. His smile automatically fell from his face when he noticed Max standing near me, almost by complete habit.

I looked over to Max realizing he looked slightly jealous. Shortly I found myself wondering if he actually was jealous of Jayden, or if they simply didn't like each other and I was reading the facial expression wrong.

Max' grey eyes seemed to darken at the sight of Jayden, his face automatically going absolutely blank. They shared a mutual look, one of acknowledge and Max spun around to the opposite direction down the hall. He didn't spare me a single look, he simply turned around and walked away without another word to me.

"C'mon Hanna, let's get some pizza. I seriously don't want to end up at the end of the line because you're swooning over Maximus." He laughed. I let my shoulders sag as I laughed with Jayden, letting the tension between Max and Jayden vanish as if it was never there.

Jayden always called Max Maximus, while I called him Max The Great. Apparently Max was extremely strong, he just didn't like to show out like half of the male population.

When we walked through the lunch room, I felt smaller than usual with the sudden rumors of Max and I in French class. Feeling enraged that everyone was suddenly paying attention to me because of someone else, I clenched my jaw and walked through the room and stood in line with a chattering Jayden. I figured everyone would grow out of their dramatic middle school faze, maybe even Ally someday.

Jayden patted my shoulder when he noticed the lack of conversation coming from me. "They're just rumors," He said, knowing exactly what I was thinking like the best friend he was. "it'll all blow over eventually."

I relaxed a bit but tensed up again when my gaze met with the man across the room. I felt my stomach sink and my hands shook slightly at my side, his gaze seemed so intent and sure. Those dark eyes looked as if they were baring down into my soul, like he knew what the hell I was thinking.

I blocked all emotion from my face, guarding my eyes so he couldn't see what I was thinking. He smiled gently when he snapped out of his sharp gaze, as if noticing he'd been staring at me for the past five minutes. I got an irrational urge just to walk up to him, like I've known him longer than the few hours of class I had to sit next to him.

I really needed to get a life. Turning my back on his tense yet soft gaze, I smile at Jayden's worried scowl and walked through the line to grab my daily lunch.

Chapter Two:

I couldn’t get her or her intoxicating scent out of my head. From the moment she slammed into my chest, I’d been keeping my beast at bay. I help him back and made it through the next class, no problem. And then I found my way to French after getting a schedule change,  just my luck that she sat next to the only vacant seat in class. I wanted to sit next to my guys, but with her sitting by herself in the back of the room, it seemed my feet didn’t give me a choice. I stared at her; the light yellow dress that hung a few inches above her knee literally drove me insane. Damn she looked adorable. Ha! I laughed internally. Girls aren’t ‘adorable’, there’s hot and fine. Hanna was too innocent to be either. But Even the simple idea that she couldn’t be innocent made me angry, nobody deserved Hanna’s innocence. Not even I.

I heard her heartbeat quicken and looked away; I didn’t want to scare her or anything. As my legs continued to head to the back of the room I became aware that her pencil froze like ice in her hand and her head shot up. Her perfect brown eyes came in contact with mine, analyzing me for a moment, putting me in an uncomfortable position. I’d noticed Hanna before, she’s very observant of the things around her. She wasn’t like most humans, which is why I told the pack to watch out for her.

I knew that everyone in the room, werewolves and humans alike, were staring  at us but I brushed