Inside Jam Pony, Max was standing at her locker when Cindy walked up. "Hey boo." She said as she turned the combination lock on her own locker. They had just gotten off and were trying to get out before Normal found something else for them to do. "Hey, Cindy." Max said cheerily as she grabbed her book bag out of the locker and slammed it shut. "You coming by Crash tonight?" Cindy said, already knowing the answer, just wanting conformation. "Nah, probably not. I have plans."
"Dinner with Rich Boy?" The smile that bloomed on Max's face was so different than her usual reaction to the mention of Logan, Cindy was suspicious. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Spill it." Cindy said, dropping down to sit cross-legged on the closest bench. Max sat too, perching herself on the edge of the bench. "There is really nothing to tell."
"Bullshit, what happened?" Max said shyly. This was the first time she had really had a relationship where she actually cared. With other men, like Darren, she hadn't cared. If he was there, fine, if not, just as well. But with Logan it was so different, like nothing else she had ever felt before. When she was with him, it was like there was nothing else in the world. Everything else ceased to exist, she couldn't think of anything else. When Max was away from him, she still couldn't get him out of his mind.
Such she told to Cindy in a flood of words, mind reeling as a sudden revelation hit her.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." Max gasped, suddenly short of breath. "I'm in love with him. I'm in love with Logan." Her head spun. "I think I am going to pass out."
Cindy pushed Max's head between her knees. "Boo, what is the problem? We all knew you loved him way before you did. Breathe in, breathe out."
"What am I going to do? I've never been in love before. What have I done?" Max said; the sound muffled by her legs.
Sketchy and Herbal walked up pushing their bikes. Sketchy stared at Max with concern in his eyes. "What's wrong with Max?" He asked under his breath.
"She just realized that she is in love with Logan." Cindy whispered back.
"Damn it! Why couldn't she have stayed in denial for another week?" Cindy put out her hand in a regal gesture. Sketchy and Herbal reached into their pockets and produced a few crumpled bills each and slapped them into Cindy's hand, grumbling to themselves as they walked away.
Max say up, still pale, as Cindy pocketed the cash. "What was that about?" She asked, confused.
"Oh, we had a bet going that if you admitted you were in love with Logan by next Friday they each had to pay me twenty dollars." Cindy explained matter-of-factly.
"You were betting on me? I am freaking out here, and you made money off of it?" Max exclaimed, insulted.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"Don't you think I should get a cut for being the subject of this ridiculous bet?" Max asked.
"No." Cindy said simply. She grabbed her own bag as she hauled Max up off the bench. "Come on, I only have about an hour to get you all slutted up for your date with the terror in the tower."