Jade's POV:
We sat in that Mcdonald's parking lot for half an hour, before I told Shawn we could go. Max was sitting beside me now in the backseat. He had cradled me in his arms, while I cried, and road out the rest of the buzz. Shawn gave Max a look before nodding at me and turning around.
The car was silent, except for the radio that was playing some Weezer. If I had been in my right state of mind, I could have probably figured out which song. I only knew it was Weezer, because Max had whispered it. I didn't listen to Weezer regularly, only here and there; but I was kind of a music junkie. Thanks to all those hours of going through Skye's older brother's music collection.
We drove into an unfamiliar town. From the street lights, I could see we, were in a somewhat larger town than my "hometown." I wiggled out of Max's grip and leaned over him to look out the window. I gasped, as I saw all the lights. "We're in LA?" I asked, not taking my eyes away from the window. Shawn chuckled from the front seat. Nirvana filled the car. Lithium to be exact.
"We're driving through LA." He explained. I moved away from the window and looked at Max. He was pointing toward the passenger seat. I gave him a look before realizing he was asking me to grab him his pack of cigarettes.
I found myself taking a drag from his cig. He smiled when I handed him back the stick. I smiled at him too and winked. "Where are we headed to?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Max. Maybe, I was still buzzed, because my heart was feeling things I hadn't felt in a long time. Since the beginning of summer. It had to be the drug, so I looked away from Max and looked straight ahead. From the corner of my eye, I could see him grabbing my hand, that sat on my thigh. I turned to look at him and looked at me. Giving my hand a slight squeeze.
I thought of the last words Max had said to me: "I tried dumping her, but she laid a stupid guilt trip over me. She's controlling."
Had it been true? I had brought it up to Lexus time and time again, but she only said Max had wanted her. Knowing what I knew about Lexus and how she lied, and had some stranger take advantage of me; I knew the bitch couldn't be trusted.
Only a week ago, I had pushed all thoughts of Max away. I didn't know how I felt about him or even Shawn for that matter. I thought I hated them, well, mainly Max anyway. Now I wasn't sure, as we stood there eying each other. It had to be the drug, didn't it?
I looked up at Shawn, who had his rear view mirror adjusted at us. His eyes were blank. I blinked and look down at my feet, and basked in all the feelings I didn't want to feel: and the feeling I didn't want to come to grips with.
I was in love with Max Green and Shawn Milke. End of story.