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"LIZ!" Called a familiar voice. Max. Liz kept walking in a straight line, her eyes fixed on the toe of her shoe. She just couldn't bear to look at the man who she had loved. Still loved, but hated more than anything.

She heard the pounding of fast footsteps behind her, and then a warm hand on her shoulder. Liz span around, her anger channelled straight through her eyes, blazing with anger into Max's.

"Don't touch me." She snarled, shrugging his arm off, and turning away. She walked fast, desperate to leave him far behind before the tears threatening to start could escape her.

She could hear him behind her, his footfalls heavy on the schools linoleum floor.

"What is this?" She heard his voice full of confusion, but she didn't turn around. Her eyes set dead ahead, Liz didn't even acknowledge his presence.

"Liz? Why won't you talk to me?" That was an interesting thing for him to say. Why WOULDN'T she talk to him?

"Because I know Max." She replied her voice shaking with the anger and un- shed tears, threatening to burst from her. "I know what you did with that whore." She screamed, everything pouring out of her.

"W-what?" Max asked her quietly. "What did I do Liz?"

Liz stopped dead. She turned around slowly, hatred and pain forming a black aura around her slight figure. "Don't you ask me like you don't know Max. You know perfectly well what you did." Her voice was suddenly deathly calm and quiet, not a trace of emotion in it. "This is over." She said finally.

"No Liz, please, you don't.you can't." Max was pleading with her now, begging her to give him a second chance.

"How could you do that to me Max? How the fuck could you do that?" Liz was shouting again, not caring about the people who had stopped to stare at the two grade A students yelling in the hallways.

"You don't understand." He muttered. "I didn't want her. I don't want her. I love you Liz."

"Bullshit!" She shouted, cutting him off. "If you really did, there is no possible way you could have even thought of hurting me like you did Max." She replied, finally admitting to the pain she had been caused.

"What exactly do you think that I did?" Max suddenly asked her, his voice sounding sceptical and suspicious.

"What do I think you did?" Liz repeated the question, her voice choked with tears. "You slept with that bitch. You slept with her Max. But you didn't just leave it at that, did you? You got the fucking ho pregnant!" Without another word, she turned on her heal, and ran.

Liz left the school building, then the campus. She didn't know where she was going, just away from Max. Hot angry tears streaked down her blotchy cheeks, her breath was ragged.

When she reached her house, she stopped. The streets were silent, not even the rumbling of distant cars could be heard over the pounding of her heart. Her broken heart. The one that Max had ripped in half and shoved back into her broken body, torn and bleeding.

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