Chapter 8: That Thing You Do!
"Max… what are you… doing here?" I walk up to him.
"Babe! Jackson wanted you and me for the next film. 'Cause, you know, we have great chemistry." He wiggles his eyebrows, and looks past me at Craig. "Who's he?" he sneers.
"Max, this is Craig, a friend of mine. Craig, this is Max, my ex-boyfriend."
"So you tried to get away from me, huh?" Max says to me.
I turn to Craig and say, "You should go." He nods and waves slightly.
Max grabs my wrists. "How dare you try to run away from me. We were supposed to get married. Then you break up with me and don't tell me where you're going so I wonder where you are and I call Adrienne and she says you've gone to Canada. Canada, Kat? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Max-"
"Shut up. I thought you were in love with me. Believe me." He holds my wrists tighter.
"I'm faking I love yous. You're forcing me to." I quote Gwen Stefani as Craig comes running back. "Craig, ho-"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Craig gets in Max's face.
"Craig, stop it." I say as Craig pushes Max to the ground.
"Baby, your little boyfriend just pushed me." I glare at max and pull Craig off of him.
"Go." I say, pointing away from me and Craig walks. I grab Max and say, "I told you I wanted nothing to do with you. Go back to California. Go back to everything you adore- the sex, the drugs, the weekly Nicky blow jobs. It's been over, Maxwell. Go." Max stares at me and then goes into his black Lexus.
I begin to walk inside as Craig comes up behind me. "Don't try it, Craig."
"You're gonna have to tell me why Maxwell Jordonson was standing here in your yard, threatening you. Why? What have you been keeping from us?"
"Craig-"
"And why did he call you Kat? You're not Kat, You're Leigh. Leigh… right?"
I sit down on the front porch. "Max… Max is my ex. He and I had a fling for about 3 months until I broke up with him because we were moving here." I am such a horrible liar.
"That doesn't explain the whole Kat situation."
"It's a nickname… like Kitty Cat, you know?"
He looks confused for a second and then comes to terms. "Right."
"Go home, Craig. Joey's probably worried sick."