A/N: This story was like a pit bull. It bit and worried at me until I gave in. Italics are Max's thoughts.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.
Ten Reasons Why
Max allowed herself to flop onto her bed, face down. She had just come back from Alec's apartment, where he had proceeded to upset everything, emotionally and mentally.
She was there because they needed to talk. Of course, Max and Alec's definition of 'talk' was very different. To Max it meant friendly, innocently platonic conversation. To Alec it meant that he had to tell her he loved her.
Max felt a deep, bubbling rage swell inside her. Didn't he damn well know that she was in love with Logan? Max did a double take. Was she in love with Logan?
Max immediately grabbed her pillow and shoved it underneath her face so that she could scream into it. Even after that, she didn't feel any less angry or any less confused.
I was just there to talk about medical supplies for T.C., and what does he do after we settle that? He steers the conversation towards relationships that's what he did. And then he got me talking about Logan and what happened between us and how I don't…
Max's eyes opened wide in shock and realisation. Or rather, they tried to open wide in shock and realisation. Considering that her face was smushed against a big, soft, white pillow, when she tried to open her eyes all she saw was black.
Oh my god. I told him, didn't I?
Max screamed again into her pillow.
So now he knows that I have no feelings whatsoever for Logan anymore. Fantastic. I can't believe I said that when I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore! And to Alec of all people!
The brunette sighed and flipped over so that she was staring at the ceiling.
Dammit, Manticore shouldn't have taught us how to fight. They should have taught us what these stupid 'feeling' things are.
After a few minutes of sordid contemplation, Max got up from her bed.
She got a small bit of paper and a pencil, and sat back down on her bed. Max chewed at the end of the pencil as she stared down at the blank piece of paper.
The whiteness of it seemed to taunt her, that clean purity seeming to gloat over the fact. This piece of paper was perfection, and right now, Max wanted to destroy that perfection.
So taking her pencil, she proceeded to mark the paper with ink black words. Max didn't really care what she was writing about, but taking an immense – and almost maniacal – pleasure from the fact that this paper was no longer perfect.
10. You are always there when I turn around. EVERYWHERE. Jam Pony, Crash, sometimes even at Logan's. You have no idea how annoying this is.
9. Girls flock to you, and you two-time. Yes, I remember when you were juggling Marina and Little Suki. Of course, that all changed when they found out about it and very nearly kicked your ass with O.C.
8. You hate Logan. What is wrong with the guy? You act as if he's got a contagious disease that could spread to you just by breathing the same air. He's not that bad when you get to know him.
7. You have this obsession with cage fighting. I plain don't understand this.
6. You are infuriating. Do you have any idea how many times I've felt that I should kill you, and just barely, stop myself? I swear, you cross that line one more time and I kick your ass from here to kingdom come.
5. Sarcastic, loud mouthed, annoying… Need I say more?
4. Personality sucks. Period.
3. 'You are a unique creature, unlike any other.' Please excuse me while I vomit.
2. You act as if I'm interested. This makes you seem extremely self-centred in my eyes.
1. I hate it that you make me blush whenever you're around. I hate it that whenever you're close to me I get a flutter in my stomach. I hate it that I feel this way about you. I love you, and if I could stop these feelings, I would without a moment's notice.
Max looked down at the piece of paper in her hands. As her eyes scanned it, she sighed. Standing up, she left it on the kitchen counter and went to shower.
It was in the middle of this shower when she heard somebody knocking at the door.
"Maxie?"
She groaned, and in doing so swallowed a mouthful of hot water. It was Alec, and she knew that even if she didn't let him in, he would pick the lock and come in anyway.
Sure enough, her transgenic hearing caught the small 'click' as the door swung open.
Max sighed and finished her shower quickly. She came out into the shared living room a few minutes later wearing jeans and a black shirt, water dripping off her tendrils of hair.
Alec had his back to her, but even as Max opened her mouth to speak he turned around. What he held in his hands made her mouth drop open and cheeks flush.
Her list was in his hands.
A/N: Cliffie! I love cliffies!