The Loud One

Chapter Two- The Morning after

I shrugged, "He's always been like that," I smile thinking back to when he stayed up all night looking for Kat and I when we ran away to the beach.

Max gives me a smirk like she knows something but doesn't say anything.

I stretch out my legs against the cold tile floor that we are sitting on. The light barely makes it into the windows since Max shut them tight. My tea warms my hands as I wonder why Jack always acts differently around me, I originally thought that it was because he liked me but after what happened between us, I have had no idea.

"Okay..." I begin, "Just tell me what happened exactly because I want to make sure my memory isn't completely failing me..."

Once Max smirks at me taking a bite of her Hot Pocket, "Well... it all started with you deciding that you were going to get yourself a man." I grab my tea tightly knowing this is going to make me cringe at my actions. "And of course, you decided to pick the group the guys are not only were not having fun but the one group of mob members in the entire bar...."

"Wait, wait mobsters?" I interrupt, "Why would you let me do that??" I look at her like she has two heads.

Max shoves the rest of her Hot Pocket in her mouth, "Trust me, I tried to stop you but by the time I found you. A random blonde girl and you were doing the fist bump.." Max does a small fist bump to intimate what I was doing. I place my forehead against the rim of my cup in embarrassment. Max laughs at my reaction, "Honestly I thought you were fine so I went to go get us some shots, and next thing I know you were all up and personal with your brother's friend." Max makes sure I know she says brothers friend very sarcastically.

"On come Max, you know that's not what I'm asking about..." I start

Crossing her arms, "Well I think you already know that you lip-locked with him but you want me to tell you didn't lay one on him, don't you?"

"Ooohh don't say it like that," I cringe at her words, "So what exactly happened after that because I don't remember all that much expect getting on the subway..." I pause in horror vaguely remembering using the subway pole to dance on. I look Max dead in the eyes, "Please tell me I didn't...."

"Wait a second..." Max grabs out her phone smiling really big, "I got pictures of it!"

"Are you serious?" I push myself across the cold tile floor to next to Max who is looking through her pictures from last night- all of which are very poorly taken obviously by a drunk person. Finally, she gets to the pictures of me in my sparkling party dress practically swinging off of the pole in the subway with my mouth wide open looking like I was just about to fall. "I look like I'm about to fall on my ass!" I laugh

"Don't worry I sure did," Max says laughing as the next two pictures are of me flat on the ground. And with Max taking a selfie with me on the ground with both of us still smiling at the camera. 'Speaking of this picture..." Max looks at me sheepishly.

"No... you didn't...", I start staring directly at a guilty Max.

"In my defense, I did it when I was drunk, so it wasn't on purpose!"

I slap her arm lightly knowing exactly what she did. Almost every time she goes out drinking drunk Max never fails to post some embarrassing picture of herself or one of her friends. Looks like it was the both of us last night.

"Maxine!" I yell at her my face turning red, "Let me see!" I say reaching for her phone to see her post. My face gets even more red at the comments and amount of likes on the photo... or photos as I swipe over to see the picture of me actually in the air swinging around the pole with a complete drunk face. "Noooo Max what have you done?" as I look through the comments which were mostly thirst comments mixed in with the other dancers from our company saying that they want to go out with us next time.

"At least all the comments are positive..." Max says sheepishly looking over my shoulder. I sigh just about to get over my embarrassment when I see one of the comments.

I turn the phone for Max to see, "What the actual..."

"Fuck...." Max finishes for me as she sees the comment from Jack.

"You have him on Instagram?" I say angrily at her.

Max gives me a small smile, "In my defense, I don't remember having him on there..." I groan in embarrassment at his comment saying 'Those dancing skills are 🔥'

"Just kill me now," I say as I hand her back her phone and rest my head on her shoulder. I only know his username because I checked- not stalked him to see if he had an Instagram. I swear I don't really care I was just curious

I push myself up off the floor knowing I need to start getting around. We both have dance tomorrow morning and we need to be recovered by tonight to be able to dance to our fullest tomorrow.

"Come on, let's go get breakfast." I hold my hand out to help Max up.

"I guess so, mom" She grabs my hand pulling herself up.

While Max puts her everyday clothes I wait for her by the door before we head out to get breakfast at our favorite diner a few blocks away. I pull out my phone and immediately regret it. "Come on!" I yell at the new notification on my phone of Jack requesting to follow me on Instagram.

Max comes down the hallway and laughs seeing me on my phone, "It's your new boy-toy isn't it?"

"Yes!" I say with frustration not even bothering to address the boy-toy comment, "He requested to follow me on Instagram."
"Let me see..." Max says as I show her my phone. She then reaches over and clicks accept.

"Max! Why did you do that?" I say horrified.

"Well, how was he going to slide into your DMs if you didn't have him on Instagram?" She gives me a laugh and started out the door, "Come on its time for breakfast!"

I sigh putting my phone away, today is not going to be my lucky day.

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Update this Friday- thank you all for reading book #2 Sending you lots of love