Hey everybody, here is the next chapter. Thank you so much for all the reviews! This one-shot was actually very fun to write and I hope you all like it. Oh, and this is AU.
May Maple raced around the track, her arms pumping at her sides. She could see the finish line just a few feet from her. Summoning up the last of her energy, she threw herself across it. Her school erupted in cheers as she slowed down to a jog, her face split with a huge grin. She had done it; she had finally won her first race since joining the track team!
She walked off to the sidelines and sat down on the bench, grabbing her water bottle. She popped the cap and drained it before accepting the congratulations of her teammates.
"Good job May," said Brock Williams, sitting down on the bench next to her. May gave him a small smile as he pulled her close, ignoring the looks of her teammates. She was so relieved that her parents were not there right now. They would never approve of her, a freshman, dating a senior.
"I thought I was going to lose it there at the end," she replied, leaning her head back on his sweaty shoulder.
"I knew you were going to win," smiled Brock, causing May to poke him. "That was kind of lame wasn't it?" She gave him a nod as she looked into his face. His deep brown eyes seemed to gaze into her soul, and for some reason she began to blush. He leaned closer to her and May smiled softly as she closed the distance.
"Brock, you're up," yelled the track coach before their lips ever touched. Brock let out a sigh of regret and slid his arm away before standing up. He gave her a small smile before jogging over to the coach.
May rested her head back against the wooden planks that made up the fairly empty spectator stands. She wished that the coach had waited at least a second or two before he had called Brock. She guessed that she took track for granted, a way to hang out with Brock without her parents knowing. They had never gone out on a real date, only stolen kisses and text messages made up their relationship.
May's phone began to vibrate as Brock walked her as close to the parking lot as he dared. "Who is it?"
"My parents," sighed May. She sent them a message that she was almost done and then leaned into Brock, smelling the sweet smell of grass and herbs that Brock almost always seemed to smell of.
He gave her a quick peck on the lips and then pulled away, staring into her shiny blue eyes. "I'm gonna miss you," he whispered.
May ducked her head and held onto the gold medal strung around her neck as if it was a lifeline. "I wish things were different."
"They could be, you know," replied Brock, resting his head in her still damp brown locks. "You could tell your parents about us."
"They are strict, you know that," murmured May. "I am not even supposed to date until I am sixteen."
"You're fifteen," he replied, tilting her chin up with one of his darkly tanned fingers. "And I'm eighteen, it's not like I'm twenty or something."
"It's still illegal," said May, sighing sadly.
"Only if we do something," Brock whispered into her ear, a teasing smile on his face. May giggled and pecked him on the cheek before heading off. "Please at least think about it," Brock called after her. "I don't want to stop us."
May gave him a small smile, slightly hesitant. "Me neither," muttered May, to low for him to hear, "Me neither."
May's younger brother, Max, sat next to her at the dinner table. "I can't believe you won your race today," he mumbled into his potatoes. "It's just going to go to your head."
May rolled her eyes as her parents laughed. "So May, your superstar status as the first freshman to make it to state in your school's history, all the boys will be after you," smiled Caroline, her mother.
"No dating until after you're married," replied Norman, a scowl on his face.
Caroline just laughed again and looked across the table at May. "Well, we only said until she was sixteen, and that is practically right around the corner."
May lowered her eyes as a blush crept up over her cheeks. "I don't want to date any guys right now momma," she replied.
Max burst out into a fit of giggles next to her, causing her to train her glare on him. "May doesn't have any problems with guys." She aimed a kick at his shin under the table as her parents gave her questioning looks.
"I am just friends with a lot of the guys on the track team and stuff," replied May. "You know the guys from all of my extra-curricular. That is what Max is talking about." Her parents seemed to take her word for it and turned back to much more innocent conversations.
After a while, she excused herself and headed upstairs under the pretense of doing homework. She dragged her phone out from under her pillow and looked through the messages. There were none.
She sent Brock a quick text asking him to call him when he got it. Her phone instantly began to vibrate as Brock's name flashed on the screen. "Hey Brock," said May, answering it.
"Hey May," he replied. "Is there anything you needed or just wanted to talk?"
"Nothing, just that I think Max knows that I am seeing someone." She took a deep breath afterwards and waited for a response from Brock. When he didn't say anything, she felt her anger begin to build up. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?" demanded May.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked, his voice sounding tired. "Maybe it is for the best that he knows, I mean, people are going to find out eventually."
"They don't have to, I mean, don't you enjoy sneaking around, and it kind of feels like Romeo and Juliet all over again." May knew that her voice sounded desperate, but she just couldn't help it.
"I am tired of being all secretive May," he sighed into the phone. "My parents know I am seeing someone. Why can't your parents? I hate to tell you this, but like I said this afternoon, I will miss you, but you need to tell your parents or I don't know if I can keep doing this."
"What do you mean; you don't know if you can keep doing this?" May felt angry tears flow down her face as she spoke to him, and she desperately tried to keep them for affecting her face. "I thought you loved me."
"Sometimes May, love is not enough," replied Brock. "Hey, I got to go help with my brothers and sisters; I guess I will talk to you tomorrow." Before May could say anything else, he hung up on her.
She turned around laid face down on her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew Brock was right, but what could she do about it? Her parents would probably ground her until she was too old to ever go on a date, like till she was thirty. She felt too weak and depressed to move, and fell asleep in her clothes, homework forgotten.
May forced herself to move her feet up the path towards school, wanting to turn around and run back home. But then she would have to have a good excuse, which she didn't. The bright, cheerful houses that lined the streets seemed to be mocking me.
"Hey May, wait up!" yelled someone behind her. She turned around with a smile on her face as her best friend caught up with her. "How was the meet yesterday?" asked Drew Hayden, leaning on May's shoulder as he caught his breath.
"You really need to start working out more," teased May lightly. "You can't even run down the street. Out of shape guys are a total turn off. Oh, and it was great, I won."
Drew gave her a hard look and ran a hand through his fluffy green hair, styled carefully to give him a piece to flip. "Whatever, I look like a Greek God," replied Drew.
"Yeah, a Greek God with smeared eyeliner," May smiled, handing him a mirror.
Drew let out something that sounded like a strangled cat. He dug into his bag and pulled out an eye makeup remover and quickly got rid of it, and then reapplied it. "There, much better." May gave him a sidelong glance as they started walking again. "What, this is what you get for making me your GBF." Seeing May's confused glance, he supplied, "Gay best friend."
"Well, we've been friends for like ages," said May, flinging her arm around his waist. "And besides, you have to be my only guy friend who only wants to be next to me because he likes my boobies."
Drew laughed a bit, and swung his arm around her shoulders. "Now May, tell me what is wrong." She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. "Don't deny it; I can see it on your face."
May twiddled her fingers and recounted what had happened the previous day. Drew watched her with a sympathetic look as she finished. "Well if you want my opinion, I think Brock is right." Seeing her outraged glance he gave her an apologetic smile. "What, I haven't wasted half of my nights listening to you on the phone yammer on about Brock to learn nothing. You really like him."
"Yeah and this is coming from the guy who hasn't ever been in a relationship." Drew huffed angrily and had stalked off before May grabbed his backpack. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"Yeah, whatever, pick on the gay kid, he doesn't have feelings," he muttered. May hugged him impulsively and Drew wrapped his arms around her. "Okay, okay, I forgive you."
May still stood there until Drew unwrapped her arms from around him. "You want to come over for dinner tonight at my place?"
"Wait, you will invite me over but you won't invite Brock over?" Drew shakes his head slowly and then gives her a small smile. "Okay, I will. I haven't seen Max in a while anyway."
"Great," exclaimed May as the school came into view. "I can't wait."
May carefully tied her tennis shoes as she sat in the locker room after practice. Brock had pointedly ignored her the entire practice and every time she had walked over to him, he had walked off. She understood where he was coming from, but it still pissed her off a little.
She had stalled long enough that she was the last girl in there. Her phone began to go off in her locker and May dragged her feet over to it. Drew's name flashed on the screen. Of course, his patience was never great, especially since he probably got out of baseball practice a long time ago.
May slammed the door shut behind her and almost ran into Drew, who must have decided to go looking for her. "About time May, we are like the only two people left in this entire school."
"You could have gone to my house, you know where it is," she muttered. And then without warning she began to cry uncontrollably.
"May, what's wrong?" asked Drew, concerned for her.
"Brock ignored me the entire practice and I don't think he even wants to be with me anymore!" Drew pulled her into a hug as she continued to cry and mumble incoherently about Brock.
"Don't worry May, I will fix this," vowed Drew. He sent her back into the locker room to clean up and whipped out his cell phone. He had a few calls to make.
"Nice to see you back around here Drew," said Caroline as Drew sat down at the dinner table.
"Yeah well, I can't stay away from my favorite family for that long," laughed Drew. He scooped some of the food onto his plate as May plopped down next to him.
"You know Drew; you are really good to May. I might change some of the rules if you guys wanted to, you know…" trailed off Norman at the horrified looks on May and Drew's faces.
"Thanks, but May is just my friend," replied Drew, staring awkwardly at his plate. Ignoring the identical looks of astonishment on May's parents' faces, he dug into his food. The conversation soon had moved onto other subjects and Drew and Max spent most of the meal teasing May.
As the meal winded down, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," volunteered Drew, shooting out of his chair and down the hall. May stared in shock as Drew walked back into the room with Brock trailing after him.
"What are you doing here?" shouted May, jumping to her feet as May's parents got to their feet.
"I invited him here," replied Drew, grinning smugly.
"Drew, we treat you as part of our family but that doesn't mean you can just invite someone into our house without telling us," said Norman carefully.
May thought she was going to throw up when Brock stepped forward, his hand extended. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Maple, I am Brock Williams." Her parents slowly reached out their hands and shook, confusion evident on their faces. "I have been seeing your daughter romantically."
"Brock, what are you doing?" cried May, as her parents gave her looks of disappointment and dread.
"I am telling your parents the truth. And don't look at me like that, he set it up," said Brock, pointing a finger at Drew.
"Will someone tell me what is going on here?" asked Norman. His face was red with anger as he stared at the three teenagers in front of him. "You have not been seeing my daughter 'romantically' as you put it."
"Yes I have," retorted Brock, as Drew sidled away and sat down in his chair. "I started seeing her at the beginning of track season."
"May, you told us last night you didn't want to date any guys. And now this boy is telling us that you have been dating him for three months now!"
May took a deep breath and raised her head and got an encouraging smile from Drew and a hopeful one from Brock. "I have been seeing Brock since track season. I met him and we hit it off immediately. I don't care that he is a senior, he has to be one for the nicest guys."
"He's a senior…" began Norman, but Caroline rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Why don't we hear what they have to say," said Caroline as she tilted her head to the side.
As May and Brock began to explain, with Drew pitching in every once in a while, Max just laughed and enjoyed the show as Norman's face began to continually change color.
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