𝙼𝚊𝚡 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖.

Chapter 31

You sit there for a moment, thoughts running through your head wildly.

Max hates you.
You're not good enough for him.
He's probably not even worried about you.

No.
I won't believe it.

But you know it's true.

It's not!

Don't be silly. The only reason he won't talk to you is because you weren't enough for him. You didn't show him enough.

Enough what?

Commitment. He probably did love you.
At some point.
But you were never good enough.
You'll never reach his standards.

This isn't funny. Stop it.

It's not supposed to be funny. I'm just telling you what you failed to realise.

No.
Yes.

"Stop!"
You pound your fists against the bed and let out a piercing yell.
Were you arguing with yourself?
Your self doubt versus your self worth?
Were you so angry at yourself that you can't even agree with your own conscience?
Your wiped your cheek.
Tears.
You were crying again.
I just want to see Max again.
You wanted to know why he was mad.
Maybe it was like David said.
Maybe Max was just being Max.
But if that's how Max is..
..then you weren't expecting that.
Maybe he had on and off days.
Probably.
Maybe.

You sighed.
There was no way you'd be able to justify that.
If the two of you were going to start being..well, a thing, then you'd have to at least start with respect rules.
Because what he told you really, really hurt.

Maybe I should stop being sad.
I didn't even do anything.
I should be mad.

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Max walked around the dirt path, his hands in his hoodie and his head in the clouds. Continuing to walk without a goal, he kicked the ground and a small dust cloud wafted around him.
I hate camp.

"Max..? Are you over here?"
David.
David's voice was always so excruciatingly annoying to him.
I'm not in the mood to talk right now.
I mean, I'm never in the mood to talk, but he just pisses me off.
"Max."
"What do you want, David?"
He turns around and clenches his fists as the nervous adult fumbles his way towards him.
"I've been looking for you.."
Something about the way he said that made Max uneasy.
He seemed to be on edge - even though it was obvious he barely had anything to be on edge about. Of course, there was the crash, but if it were about that, David would've wrapped Max in a hug by now.
"Listen, David, I'm not sorry about the car and I never will be."
David doesn't reply for a moment.
Max knew that David didn't come to talk to him about the car. He knew it very well. Yet, he dreaded the moment when he would ask about Y/n.
Nobody could know.

But if he loved her so much, why did he push her away?

David sighs.
"It's not about that."
"Then what the fuck is it about? Get to the point, Jesus Christ!" giving him a cold-hearted reply, Max's eyes dart to the floor.

He knows.

Max expected David to reply with 'language!' Or something really cheesy, but instead, David walked up to him with an uneasy frown.
"It's Y/n."

His eyebrows furrow.

He knows.

"..What about her?"
David places his hand on Max's shoulder - much go his dismay.
"She's..unhappy."