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Kai slammed his hands on the table where the girls were sitting, "All right, I can't stand it…"
Mariah blinked innocently, "Stand what?" she took a light sip from the straw in her drink.
"Tyson," he growled in a low tone, "He won't shut up about that Mariam thing from before…"
"Hi, sitting right here…" Mariam stated obviously. Kai sent her a small smile and a quick wave of his hand.
"What's he doing, then?" Salima interrupted.
Kai transferred his gaze over to the redheaded girl, "I just said…he won't shut up."
"Oh, well then…" Salima rolled her eyes, looking away, and muttering "moron" under her breath.
"So what'd you do?" the pink-haired girl inquired.
He shrugged, "Told him to screw off, and then walked away."
"Nice…." Mariah said dryly. Out of the corner of her eye, Mariam saw Max in his angry state; his arms were folded over his chest, eyes closed leaning against a wall in a Kai impression. Silently, she walked over to him.
"Hey Max." she smiled.
Max cracked an eye open in what seemed to be irritation, "What?" he snapped.
"You okay?"
He sighed, closing his eye again, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you don't seem to be acting like yourself. You're acting more like…" her voice trailed off.
"Kai?" Max offered. He scoffed, "I don't see what that has to do with anything."
Mariam just stared at him, putting a hand on her hip, "Oh, Tyson just lowered your sugar supply; is that it?" she offered with a bright smile.
Max scoffed at her, starting to walk away, "I don't have time for this…" he stopped when he felt a pair of hands wrap around his forearm. He glared at the hands, then looked at her face, "What now, Mariam?"
"Okay, what's wrong with you?" she demanded, "I'm trying to be nice to you and you're just shoving me off!"
The blonde let out a sneered chuckle, pushing her hands off him, "Now we're even." He said in a cold voice, pushing her away from him as he walked away. Mariam stared as he walked off and Kai came over by her side, folding his arms.
"What's wrong with Max?" the Russian asked, looking over at Mariam.
Mariam shrugged, "Something, apparently…"
Max came back to his mother's house, finding the All Starz there. He slammed the door shut and "accidentally" knocked a table over.
Rick raised an amused brow, "Something wrong there, Maxie?"
The blonde glared hard at him, "Really, what was the first hint?" he replied angrily.
"Oh nothing." Rick gleamed.
"Of course…" Max sneered, rolling his eyes as he walked past him.
Michael had somehow got in front of him, "Anything you wanna talk about?"
"Tche, no." The blonde said, also going past him. When Max thought that no one else would bother him, he sighed, until Emily got in front of him.
There was a screaming concern in her eyes, although she looked calmly concerned, staring at Max. Max turned his head away from her slightly, a sneering smirk hanging on his lips, "And what are you expecting? If I didn't give an answer to those two, what makes you think I'll give you one?" Max snapped, raising his brows in his amusement and self-victory.
Emily just stared until she found her voice, "This is about that Marian girl, isn't it?"
Max sighed, "It's Mariam, and why would you say that?" he shoved her aside and slammed the door to his room, isolating himself within the walls. He sighed happily in the silence – that is until he heard banging on the door and the voices of his mother's team.
"Max, open up! We know something's wrong!" Rick and Michael yelled at the same time. Emily remained silent, staring at the door.
Max groaned in annoyance, "Nothing's wrong. Leave!"
Rick and Michael grumbled, giving up as they walked away.
"Max, um…" Emily began, stumbling over her own tongue, lost for her words.
"Leave!" Max repeated, louder this time, cutting her off and making her jump on the other side of the door.
Hahahahaha, I got high… is that a problem? Well, for my friend, it is. Yah, I know it's short.