Yeah, he's not going to be too happy about it.it is interesting to see how Michael will react to finding his (still) girlfriend getting banged by his best friend.
Yeah, that's right. In Liz and Max's minds, M+M had already cheated, and they were no longer in relationships with them. (Of course, in Michael's mind, he and Liz are still getting that apartment together, so that makes it a little more complicated.) And as for whether it was a rebound thing . . . maybe it was, to a degree. Or maybe that's how it just started out. But what started out as rebound sex quickly transformed into, like, the best and most fulfilling sex Max and Liz have ever had in their young lives. So . . . it didn't really end up being a rebound thing after all.I am sort of disappointed in Max and Liz. But at the same time, I almost don't care. But that's mostly because in their minds, Michael and Maria already cheated. In their minds, they're no longer in relationships. Although, I do agree with you, at the same time, my disappointment lies in the possibility that this was simply a rebound kind of thing.
Rest assured, you're wrong. Max is still far from happy. He's very upset about everything that has happened between him and Maria. He's got two eight year friendships with M+M that are basically down the drain. And now he and Liz have gone and acted extremely impulsively. I keep saying that he's at a crossroads: he can either let his life suck beyond the telling of it, or he somehow make it into a better life. All these things that have been happening to him (having Maria reject his proposal, finding out about M+M, sleeping with Liz now, and even something like losing his valedictorian status) are opening up Max's eyes to . . . well, to reality.And I have this horrible feeling that Max is just going to forgive all because he's happy with Liz now. "You know Maria, if you hadn't done what you did, then I wouldn't have Liz now" or some stupid s**t like that.
Here's hoping that I'm wrong....
behrbabe: New feedbacker, right? Awesome! Thanks.
Ashley: Yeah, like you said, now Liz and Max know what it feels like to be M+M, to act on impulse and not be able to keep their hands off each other. They never felt like that before.
Well, I mean, it all depends in how you look at it. Clearly what Michael and Maria did together was cheating. But did Max and Liz really cheat? Clearly they weren't thinking and they made a spontaneous decision to get it on, but is it okay? Are they allowed to do that since Michael and Maria cheated first? Are Liz and Michael even together at this point? They didn't officially break up, but she just found out the truth. Should Max and Liz feel guilty or hypocritcal? Tons of questions to ask. You know, it's just one of those grey area situations again where I'm not sure if there's any clear black and white answers.Max, Liz, what did you do? You had the sympathy capital, here and you wasted it! I mean, complain about being cheated on, and then cheating themselves? Max doing to Michael what he accused Michael of doing to him? Same for Liz?
Yep, exactly. That's what makes it kind of a tricky situation, because in Liz's mind, she and Michael were no longer together when she slept with Max. In Max's mind, even, they're no longer together. In Michael's mind on the other hand . . . yeah, they're still together.I think the thing to remember here is that in her mind, Liz is no longer with Michael. She's opened her eyes and realized that she was never really with Michael at all, and all they had was just... nothing.
Aw, thanks! I'm so glad I'm able to keep you and the rest of the readers interested after 101 parts. And as for surprises . . . well, this story still has yet to take one of its biggest turns.Awesome part! I love how you can still surprise me and fill me with passion about this story still at 101 parts.
I've been told that.April, you are pure evil and not good for the soul.
mrs_guerin: ha ha, no such thing as a lazy feedbacker!
Good, that's what I was going for! I think those kind of scenes are the hardest to write, too, so I'm glad you liked it.And I am sorry but Max and Liz were TOTALLY HOT!!!
It could. Right now, Maria is banking on a little more luck. If she can just luck out and Max and Liz don't start to question why they were in that locker room in the first place and Michael doesn't start to question why she wanted him to go there with her, then her secret will stay secretive.I still hold to my guns that if Maria's secret.....that she was the one that set up Max into telling Liz.....well Michael will be pissed and a whole new fight will start.
Yes, yes. Everyone else in this story has had a roll in the hay with each other, it seems. But not Michael and Maria! How weird is that?Next is Maria and Michael's turn!
Elle: Yes, I enjoy torturing people. ('Cause I'm a kinky mistress! )
twilight: Another new feedbacker? Be still my heart! Well, yes, Max and Liz are going to have some unavoidable awkwardness now. I mean, it's kind of inevitable.
Thanks for the AWESOME feedback, you guys! I told you that last part was a pivotal part!
It didn’t take Maria long after getting out of the car to realize that Michael didn’t intend to go with her into that gymnasium, and she really wanted him to. There was no doubt in her manipulative mind that Liz knew the truth now, and there was also now doubt in her mind that she would be both devastated and furious, that when she saw Michael face to face, she would pretty much bitch-slap him. And that would be the end of that miserable relationship. Onto bigger and better things.
Maria gave him an expectant look, and finally he rolled down the window.
“Aren’t you coming with me?” she asked.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because . . . you never know who could be in that gym.” Max. Liz. “There could be a rapist in there or something. Or some other kind of predator.”
“Aren’t you always saying you can handle yourself?”
“I can, but . . .” She trailed off, trying to decide whether to push the issue or not. She didn’t want to sound too forceful. Liz could just as easily see Maria, maybe bitch-slap her, and then walk outside of the gym and slap Michael. Either way, her plan was coming to fruition.
Much to her surprise, she didn’t have to be forceful. Michael opened the door and got out of the car on his own accord. “You’re in a weird mood tonight,” he mumbled as he walked past her.
She grunted and walked fast to catch up with him as he made his way toward the door. “I’m in a weird mood? Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
“Every chance I get.”
She rolled her eyes as he opened the door and strode into the gym. “No, seriously,” she said as she followed him. “You won’t talk to me. You won’t even look at me.”
“Oh, I wonder why that is.”
“You’re sticking to this insane idea about getting an apartment with Liz . . .” But not for long, she thought as they neared the locker room. “I just don’t get why you have to choose now out of all the years of your life to be the good guy.”
He whirled around and asked, “What do you want from me, Maria?”
“I just—I want you to be my friend again. Is that so much to ask?”
“Because I wanna have sex with you!”
Maria didn’t have anything stored up to say to that. After their countertop activities the other night, she wasn’t really surprised, but still . . . just to hear him say it and to say it so loudly . . . oh, even if Max and Liz were still talking, even if Liz was wailing, she had to have heard him say that.
Maria just stood there and let that admission resonate some more while Michael walked away from her, threw his hands up in the air, and asked in exasperation, “Why the hell are we here again?”
To end your four-month relationship. “I think I left some stuff here,” she said. “Maybe in the locker room.”
He groaned and headed towards the locker room door. He tried to open it, but Maria knew it was locked.
“Locked,” he announced.
She took her keys out of her pockets, and suddenly, she felt unsure. It didn’t really matter now. If Max had told Liz and Liz knew the truth, then they were already done. But suddenly she felt as though she might have done something wrong by forcing the truth out rather than allowing it to come out on its own.
She stepped up beside him and looked through her keys. Her fingers were shaking a bit. It doesn’t matter now, she thought. What’s done is done. Now everybody knows. Now we can all just be honest and deal with the fallout.
Michael reached over and grabbed the keys out of her hands impatiently. “This one?” he asked, holding up the same long, brass key she had used to lock the door earlier.
She nodded mutely, and he inserted the key into the lock, turned it to the left, and pushed the door open. Even Maria wasn’t prepared to see the sight that greeted them.
Max and Liz, lying on the floor, him on top of her, both of them naked and covered only by the clothes draped over them as blankets. They were both so busy kissing that they didn’t even seem to notice that someone had unlocked the door for them.
Maria wanted to make a sound, but she couldn’t. She was too shocked. It was pretty obvious, what had happened, but not how it happened. Max and Liz were supposedly innocent, responsible people. Hooking up in a locker room wasn’t like them.
She really hadn’t expected this to happen.
Finally, as Liz turned her head to the side to give Max access to her neck, she opened her eyes and caught sight of the two spectators in the doorway. “Michael!” she squeaked out, immediately placing her hands on Max’s shoulders to push him away.
Max jerked his head around and laid eyes on Michael and Maria. He looked guilty for the first time Maria could ever remember. They both looked guilty. A minute ago, they had probably both been feeling on top of the world; now they had to be feeling guilty. Who wouldn’t be?
“Michael,” Liz said again, pressing her shirt against her chest to preserve whatever modesty she had left.
Oh my god, was all Maria could think as she surveyed the two of them. She hadn’t seen this coming in a million years. She looked up at Michael to try to gauge his reaction. He was just standing there and staring, looking more confused than shocked. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Liz and Max, and then he finally looked down at Maria.
I didn’t mean for this to happen, she thought, returning her gaze to the couple on the floor. Max and Liz had just gone and thrown more sex into the mix. That was the last thing any of them needed. It made everything so much more complicated.
“Michael, I . . .” Liz trailed off, apparently realizing that nothing she could say would have any effect.
Michael shook his head and laughed, sort of an angry laugh. He took one more look at Max and Liz and then walked away without saying one word to either of them.
Oh my god, Maria thought again, still standing there in a state of shock and disbelief. Oh my god. Max and Liz. Max and Liz?
Max and Liz.
“Maria . . .” Max tried.
She didn’t need to hear what he had to say; she didn’t need an explanation. He wasn’t her boyfriend anymore, and she really wasn’t jealous. But now Michael was enraged . . . and that never ended well.
She turned and ran after him whether he wanted to be alone or not.
“Oh my god,” Liz gasped as her mind tried to register everything that had just happened within the past hour. She had found out that her boyfriend had cheated on her with someone she had ironically been trying to rebuild a friendship with, and then she’d slept with that ex-best friend’s ex-boyfriend, and then her own boyfriend—no, ex-boyfriend now—and Max’s ex-girlfriend, her same ex-best friend, had discovered them together . . . too many exes. All her mind could do was scream at the top of its non-existent lungs . . .
“Liz . . .”
“Max.” She looked up at him in alarm, suddenly wondering why they had done what they just did. “What just happened?”
“What . . . well, uh . . . we . . .”
“No, I mean . . . oh my god, Max, what did we just do?” She slithered out from underneath him and scrambled to collect her clothes. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
Apparently he was still recovering from the act, because he looked a little dazed and wasn’t moving all that quickly to gather up his own clothing items.
“I think we made a huge mistake,” she said, yanking her jeans on.
“Yeah, and I’m just full of regret right now,” Max mumbled as he slowly worked his legs into his jeans.
“Is that sarcasm?” she asked, unsure. She couldn’t tell. Her brain was already on overload.
“Yeah,” Max admitted. “I mean . . . I’m sittin’ here feelin’ guilty. Why should I feel guilty? Why should you feel guilty? They cheated on us.”
“Yeah, but . . . Michael and I didn’t even get to talk, Max. I mean . . . I feel like I cheated on him, too.”
Max sighed as he wound his belt around his waist. “Yeah . . .” he confessed reluctantly. “I kinda feel like I cheated on Maria. Now how screwed up is that? We aren’t even together anymore.”
“It’s understandable, Max,” she assured him, pulling her shirt over her head. She felt so appalled with herself. She had just hopped into bed—no, there wasn’t even a bed involved!—with a guy whom she considered a really good friend. Maybe more than that now. What they had just done definitely changed things between them drastically.
She glanced up at the open door and pondered, “Should I go after him?”
“He’s probably already gone,” Max said. “Maria, too.”
“I can’t believe they walked in on us. I can’t believe we even . . .” Liz pressed her face into her hands and raked her fingers back through her hair. “Oh my god, Max. What were we thinking?”
“We probably weren’t.”
“But . . . we’re supposed to be the smart people. We’re supposed to think. And now we just . . .” She trailed off and shook her head. She wanted so desperately to be able to explain her actions, but she couldn’t.
“I don’t think I’ve been very smart at all lately,” Max mumbled.
“Me, neither,” she whispered. “I don’t . . .” She felt tears stinging her eyes, but she didn’t even know if she deserved to cry anymore. “I don’t think I’m a good person, Max.”
“Liz . . .”
“No, I really don’t. I mean, what kind of person—what kind of girl just has sex with somebody right after finding out her boyfriend cheated on her?”
“Is that all it was to you?” he asked. “Revenge sex?”
“What? No. I don’t know. No, Max,” she stuttered. “It wasn’t. But . . . I don’t think it was a good idea, either.”
“Probably wasn’t,” he agreed, finally putting his shirt back on.
“I don’t get it, though,” she said. “I mean, I know why I . . . did what we just did. I’ve always had feelings for you. I never really gave them much thought, but they were always there. And I was hurt, and it just . . . felt good. But why did you? I mean, I thought you were in love with Maria.”
Max contemplated it for a moment, then shrugged and said, “I thought I was, too.”
Liz looked into her eyes and nodded in understanding. For the longest time, she had let herself believe she was in love with Michael, with this fantasy version of him that never truly existed. Now she and Max, of all people, the two people who had desperately deluded themselves for so long, were the ones who had produced a hurricane of controversy. Now they had to deal with the aftermath, and there was no way it would be easy on anyone.
He stormed in the house like fury on two legs. Maria followed him inside, calling out to him. He wasn’t trying to give her the cold shoulder or anything. She had been begging him to say something on the ride home, but he was on a mission. Get pissed, get home, get beer, and get drunk. Sounded like a pretty bad good plan to him.
He didn’t wait. He opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer, popping the cap off with his teeth. He spit the cap into the trash can and took a swig. Oh, it was going to take a lot more than just beer to get him drunk. He opened up the refrigerator again and peered inside. “We got any vodka left in here? Did you drink it all last time?”
“Michael, stop,” she said, trying to take the bottle out of his hand.
He held it just out of her reach on purpose.
“Come on, Michael.”
He feigned innocence. “What?”
“Just . . . stop!”
“I don’t know, just stop!” she yelled. “God, what is your problem? Are you really this mad?”
“Yeah.” He took another drink.
He coughed upon simultaneously swallowing and hearing that question. “Why?” he repeated, surprised that she even had to ask. “You have eyes, don’t you? You saw what I saw?”
“Yeah, Max and Liz.”
“Yeah. It’s not exactly the type of thing that puts a smile on my face.”
“Well, why are you so mad?” she elaborated. “I mean, it’s not like you were in love with her.” She paused after saying that, looked him in the eye worriedly and asked, “Were you?”
The fact that she even had to ask that spoke volumes about the miscommunication that had plagued their relationship over the past long week. “No,” he said. “No, I was never in love with her. And I was never gonna be, but I did care about her. You know? I dated the girl for four months. I’m not a complete jackass.”
“Well, that’s debatable.”
“No, I’m serious, Maria. Liz is . . . fine, you know. She’s not for me, but she’s a good girl.” He chuckled angrily, remembering the sight of her beneath one of his best friends and grumbled, “Or at least I thought she was.”
“People can surprise you,” she agreed.
“Yeah.” He brought his bottle up to his lips, but he really wasn’t motivated to drink it. Horrible taste and minimal usefulness. It wasn’t going to do any good. Acting on impulse, he hurled the bottle at the wall. It smashed into pieces. “Dammit!” he roared, causing Maria to jump back a bit. “I spent this whole week—every night since we kissed, I’ve been agonizing about this, tearing myself apart, beatin’ myself up, trying to do the right thing. Fuckin’ pointless.”
“Michael . . .”
“No, it’s fuckin’ pointless,” he insisted, reaching into the refrigerator for a can of beer this time. Maybe this would taste better. He popped the tab and took a sip. Nope, still horrible. “Aren’t you pissed?” he asked her. “Good old Maxie . . . just a couple days ago, he was down on one knee for you, wasn’t he? Now he’s on top of that bitch.”
“What? She’s a bitch. I get it now. All of a sudden, it’s just-it’s obvious, you know? Liz is a bitch. She knows it.” He grunted. “Maxwell’s a little bitch, too.”
“Michael, just calm down.”
“Oh, what, calm down like you? Why the hell are you so calm, Maria? Did you want this to happen?”
He shook his head. He didn’t know what he was saying. Random words were starting to spill out. Rage didn’t exactly lend itself to eloquence and rationality. “If you’re not gonna be pissed at Max, you should at least be pissed at Liz,” he suggested. “Me? I’m pissed at both of ‘em. They can fuck the rest of their days away for all I care. Fuck ‘em.” He took another sip of beer and cringed. “Man, this sucks.”
“I know, it’s a messy situation.”
“No, the beer.”
“Oh.” She sighed and took a step toward him, placing one hand on his arm. “Michael . . .”
“I don’t think you should touch me,” he suggested. “We might end up pullin’ a Max and Liz, find a locker room somewhere and just go at it.” He shrugged. “Although that could actually make me feel better.”
She retracted her hand and averted his eyes as she said, “We’re not gonna have sex tonight, Michael.”
“I know. You know how I know?” He grinned. “‘Cause we can stoop pretty low, Maria, but even we can’t stoop that low. But apparently Max and Liz can. Stoopers, don’t you think?”
“You’re really angry,” she commented.
“Hell yeah, I’m angry! You know why? ‘Cause all this time, I’ve been tryin’. Been workin’ my ass off trying to be there for Liz, trying to be a decent boyfriend, and I know sometimes I sucked at that—whatever—but I really did try. You know? I put in the effort.”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding, “but it seemed pretty effortless when you were kissing me.”
He sighed, frustrated. Everything about the amazing kisses he and Maria shared was natural. Hell, everything about him and Maria in general was natural. He realized now that he never should have started dating Liz from the beginning. Because God help him, it was always about Maria.
“It just pisses me off,” he went on.
“No shit. I’m about the most uncommitted, self-righteous, sex-addicted guy on the planet, and I honestly tried to date Liz Parker. Who was supposed to be sweet and innocent. Well, what happened there, because that girl is not sweet and innocent.”
“I’m not, either,” Maria pointed out.
“No, but it’s different. It’s just different. You don’t go around pretending to be something you’re not. And neither do I. See, we just are who we are, Maria. That’s why people like us.”
“Max doesn’t like us anymore,” she pointed out. “Liz probably doesn’t like us right about now, either.”
“Good. We don’t like her.” He chugged down a large portion of the beer left in the can and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “My girlfriend cheated on me,” he said. “Did anyone see that coming? ‘Cause I sure as hell didn’t.”
“You cheated on her, too,” Maria quickly reminded him.
“Yeah, I know, but we didn’t sleep together, Maria. They did.”
“And the difference?”
“There’s a difference—oh, come on, you know there’s a difference!” he spat. “Sex is sex.”
“That’s right,” she said. “And love is love and passion’s passion. You and Liz didn’t have those things, so what the hell are you so distraught about?”
“I’m not distraught,” he insisted. “I told you, I’m just pissed.”
She clenched her jaw in frustration and ground out, “Michael, I swear to God . . . you are the most stubborn person I know.”
“Right back at you, baby.” He downed the rest of that beer and tossed it into the trash can. “Wanna hand me another one?” he asked her.
“No.” She stepped in front of the refrigerator, crossed her arms over her chest, and said, “It’s not gonna help, Michael. Trust me. Remember my little stint a few nights ago? Drunk Maria? Yeah, all she got accomplished was a killer hangover and a faint recollection of saying ‘I want you inside of me.’”
He waited a beat, then corrected her. “Need.”
“You still need that?” He grinned mischievously. “Oh, horny Michael. Love to hate him, hate to love him, he’s back. Full-force, baby. None of this anxiety bullshit. Nope, he just takes what he wants and has sex with it. That was the life.”
“It’s never gonna be that way again,” she informed him. “Both of us, Michael, we’ve done too much growing up over the past four months to ever go back to being the way we were.”
“Oh, yeah. I happen to know for a fact that I’ll never be able to have sex with random guys again. I just don’t want to.”
He chuckled. “That’s funny, ‘cause I could definitely go for some sex with a random girl right now.”
“No, you couldn’t,” she said matter-of-factly. “You’d be thinking about one certain girl. Me or Liz . . . it depends.”
“Oh, you,” he promised. “Always you, Maria. Did I ever tell you that? Even when I was with Liz . . . any girl, actually . . . I had to think of you to get off. ‘Cause, see, I’m a loser guy like that. I’m a cool guy, but I’m not a good guy. Who the hell cares, right?”
“Michael, do you even know what you’re saying at this point?”
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m saying,” he promised her, even though he sort of . . . didn’t. “I’m so pissed, I don’t even care if I’m freakin’ you out. The fact of the matter is, the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted to do in my life is bang the hell out of you.”
She didn’t look startled or alarmed. Just intrigued.
“Face it, Maria,” he said. “You’ve always been my dirty girl for a reason.”
“Michael, you’re insane,” she informed him.
“Yeah, I actually truly think you’ve lost your mind.”
He grunted. “Good.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Good?”
He smiled. “Yeah, come here.” And without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him in one swift motion, crashing his lips down onto hers. She responded immediately; their fire ignited instantly. Oh yeah, this was it. Sex with any other girl couldn’t even compare to kissing Maria. She was the world’s greatest pleasure. Had to be.
He reached down and grabbed her shirt in his hands, pushing it up and over her head. She allowed him to at first, but when his lips sought out hers again, she backed far enough away, out of his reach and said sternly, “We’re not doing this.”
“Why not? We both want to.”
“Because you’re . . . so angry, and with all the Max and Liz stuff . . .”
“No, that doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter,” she insisted. “Like it or not, Michael, we used them. So if they wanna get back at us and have sex with each other . . . can you really blame them?”
“You think Max told her everything?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. Why else would she sleep with him?”
“Oh, I’ll tell you why. B-I-T-C . . .”
“Okay, Michael, for the record, Liz is not a bitch. She’s a little girl trying to pretend she’s an adult. I’m a bitch.”
“And you’re proud of it.” He grinned.
“Not always,” she mumbled.
He gave her a questioning look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I do stuff I shouldn’t do, Michael,” she answered simply. “I do it all the time.”
“Yeah. Me, too,” he muttered. “Like dating Liz. Four fuckin’ months . . . man, that was a waste of time. Waste of my fuckin’ time and energy. I shouldn’t have done that.” He reached around her and pulled open the refrigerator one more time to take out another nasty beer that was probably too old to drink. She moved aside and let him do that this time, when his hand grazed her skin. “You know what, Maria?” he said, hoisting himself up onto the counter with his friendly alcohol in hand.
“What?” she asked.
He ran his hands over the marble countertop and said, “Oh, I like it up here. Good memories up here, huh?”
She rolled her eyes and bent down to finally pick up her shirt and put it back on. “You’re crazy.”
“Yeah, I know. But you know what?”
He smiled despite all the anger he was feeling. “We are some fucked up people, you know that? All of us. We can’t do anything right. We suck at life. We’re screwed.”
“Wow, for a optimist, you’re pretty pessimistic,” she commented.
He shrugged. “I try.” He popped the cap of his second beer—third, counting the first one—and started to chug. Horrible. Absolutely horrible taste, but he drank it anyway. Why not?
“You’re really doing a good job feeling sorry for yourself,” she said, glaring at him.
He smiled. “Why, thank you.”
“It’s not a compliment.”
“I know it's not. I’m not stupid, Maria.”
“I never said you were.”
“I do stupid things, but I’m not stupid. You, too.” He chuckled and kept on drinking. “Wow,” he exclaimed. “What a night, huh? Sucks. I hate this; I fuckin’ hate this. I take the easy way out, you know? I always have. But this isn’t easy. This is all . . . dramatic. I may wanna be a director, but I don’t really like drama. Weird, isn’t it?” When she didn’t answer, he asked again. “Isn’t it?”
He laughed and chugged the rest of that beer without a problem, and then he crushed the can in his hand. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’m the master. Aren’t I?”
“I am.” He really had no idea what he was saying anymore.
“You’re already drunk, aren’t you?” she guessed.
“Almost, almost,” he said, dumping that crushed can into the trash. “Hey. Babe.”
She gave him an impatient look.
“What-what was it you said when you were drunk?” he sputtered. “Say it again.”
She sighed and reluctantly repeated the words. “I need you inside me.”
“Yeah, that.” He nodded and looked right into her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, and it occurred to him that he had never gotten lost in his bitch of an ex-girlfriend’s eyes like that before. Ever. Maybe he was already a little drunk, because he went ahead and said exactly what he wanted to. “I need to be inside you.”
Their gazes locked. Neither one of them was going to look away. Neither one was going to until . . .
The front door opened, and Tess and Kyle walked in. They were both laughing and already taking off each other’s clothes, but when they noticed Michael and Maria, they stopped. “Oh, hey, guys,” Kyle said.
“What up, Valenti?” Michael called.
Kyle gave him a confused look. “What up?”
“Just ignore him. He’s lost his mind,” Maria informed them as she walked away from him.
“What happened?” Tess asked.
“Oh, you could ask Max when he gets home,” Michael suggested as he hopped down off the counter to reach into the refrigerator and get just one more beer. There was always one more. “If he has the balls to set foot in this house again. See, he fucked my bitch of a girlfriend. Oops, sorry, ex-girlfriend.”
Tess and Kyle exchanged shocked glances, and Tess spat incredulously, “Wait, Max Evans?”
“Yep. Perfect Max Evans.” Michael shook his head and brought the can to his lips again. “Not so perfect,” he grumbled. He was already starting another chug-a-thon when he heard a door down the hallway shut. He turned, looked over his shoulder, and noticed that the door to Maria’s bedroom was closed. She’d gone away.
TBC . . .