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Chapter 2

As her eyes swept across the room, she noticed a couple in the corner at the back. She could only see the back of the man's spiky, dirty-blond hair and his tall frame. The woman, though, she had no problem seeing; it was times like these that Max loved her cat-sight. Even though they were in the dark, Max could see the short blonde hair that belonged to none other than Asha. She could also see the blush working its way from her neck to her face, and the small shy smile that shone brightly on her soft features.

Aww Asha's on a date I wonder who withMax wondered to herself.

As she watched, the guy turned his head slightly and Max saw the side of his face.

Max gasped loudly as she recognized Logan. "What the hell?" She received odd looks from the people next to her.

Calm down Max, it's probably nothing. They always have drinks at Crash—it doesn't mean anythingshe reasoned with herself.

It seemed as if the fates were against her because Logan chose that moment to lean in and kiss Asha passionately.

Yeah that definitely looks like nothing Max screamed sarcastically.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god," she choked out.

All of a sudden a wave of dizziness hit her and she clutched the bar as her knees threatened to give way, her knuckles turned white from her grip, as her vision swam and blurred. When sobs threatened to come out, she realized that the blurriness of her vision was due to the tears in her eyes. Sucking up what was left of her pride, Max cautiously let go of the bar and made her way to the exit, the back door of Crash, totally forgetting about the pitcher of beer and OC waiting for her at their table.

There's absolutely no fucking way I'm gonna break down and cry in the middle of Crash, in front of all these people. Fuck that there's absolutely no way in hell am I gonna let him see me cry she told herself with determination.

She walked out of the doors and looked around the empty, dark alleyway. Sliding down the wall, she finally let her resolve fall to pieces the way her world had fallen.

As the sobs wracked her small body, all she could think of was escaping; she needed to clear her head. Jumping on her bike, she raced to the Needle at break-neck speed where she could think and figure out what to do next.

TBC