♥ Cɑɴdʏ

Candy pulled out her phone, calling her dad. Seconds later a red car pulled up by her, her fathers head sticking out the window. "Holy, Candy! What the hell did you do!" he said, outraged. "Look at my car! W-.." he began, stepping out. He lifted his hand like her was going to hit her, instead he stepped behind her and shoved her toward the car. Candy landed hard on the floor, mostly from the impact of the push. Her nose was a bit bloody, and a scar marked her cheek. "Get in the damn car, Candy." he said sharply. Pulling out his own phone and calling the tow service.

Candy heard a light sound outside, and her eyes flickered in the direction of it. She sighed softly, feeling the scar on her cheek throbbing. She wanted to be like him, be able to not be punished. She looked away, rolling up her window to hide the tears. Her father was such a little butt, and so rude and angry to her..

Candy's father hopped into the car, not speaking a word to her on the drive back. Later that night when they reached his house, he stared at her with narrowed slits as eyes. "I'll think what your punishment will be, C." he said before walking slowly to the house, leaving her next to the busted car. Candy sighed, walking after him and flopping onto her bed. She thought about Max for a slit second and shook her head, turning to her side. She didn't want to think about him. But , of course, her mind wandered from time to time. He was so, well, worth remembering.

Candy closed her eyes slowly, though it was early, she didn't want her father screaming again. As morning rolled along the sun nearly blinded her when she sat up. It was warm outside, to warm for her taste. She stood up slowly, putting on a fresh pair of pants and a small tank top. Her red hair was left down, and she wore her black small shoes. She felt as though she had to act mean to give the message to stop for her father. She stuffed her phone in her back pocket, bouncing down the steps. Candy snatched a apple and took small swift bites from its red juicy insides. She walked out, having no way of transportation, she walked to school. She'd be late but, her record was clean enough to let one slip.

Candy walked into the courtyard, spotting Max. He was alone. That was odd, because usually she never saw him alone. She walked over, since the school was a few yards away from them, and smiled. "Hey Max." she greeted him. She waved a hand and continued to the door, Ginger not in sight.

Candy turned around, studying him closely. "What are you writing about?" she asked with a slight curiosity.

Candy rolled her eyes at him, alittle more playfully because she was on school grounds. She continued to the school without looking back, catching up with Ginger. Ginger turned around with a cocked eyebrow. "You wrecked a car coming from Max's apartment..?" she asked concerned. "I had to say sorry." Candy replied. "And your wearing half of a t-shirt and jeans.." Ginger added. "I.. um ... it's not what you think." Candy replied, narrowing her eyes. "Max is not for you. He is a piece of eye-candy. I'm going to class." Ginger said ending the conversation. She left without a goodbye, and kind of a pissed face. She shook her head, following Ginger inside.

Candy followed Ginger to class. This was the only class with Max, and though she liked the class, he put it down a little. Sitting in her desk she doodled on a old scrap of paper. It wasn't very good paper, but good enough for her to write on. She doodled a beautiful stream with fish leaping high in the air with shining scales. She continued to draw and look up every once in a while to see the time.

The teacher, Mrs. Davis, looked over to Max. "Ah, late again. Max, the principle wants to see you after class." she said, ignoring the fact that some students was staring at him. "Now class, I hope you prepared for the test. I need to go grade in another room, and if any of you talk, your going to get In deep trouble." Mrs. Davis instructed, eyes flickering around the room. She passed out the tests and left soon after, the moment the door closed and she was down the hallway, several people began to chitchat. Candy blinked and began her test, slower then usual.

Candy turned in her test, walking over to her desk slowly. She pulled out two strings that were headphones, and placed them into her ears. Listening to the songs drowned out the chatter of the classroom. She loved the way it flowed, every word sounding so clear..