What She Really Wants

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Ah… sorry about that last chapter if you didn't like it. The plot is pre-planned [sort of], so I promise that [almost] every moment has [some sort of] meaning. As for the conflict, it's coming. Again, sorry!! Oh, and, if that part about May being a 'distraction' confused you, I promise there's a [somewhat] full explanation coming sooner or later!

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May

I rushed to the hospital and hoped that Max was okay. My cell phone rang but I ignored it. I jammed my foot down on the gas and ignored the honking drivers. Thankfully, there weren't any police officers around to catch my speeding. I made it to the hospital in record time and burst through the door.

"What room is Max Maple in?" I breathed. The receptionist looked up, startled.

"Room 404. But Miss, there-"

I didn't hear the last part of her sentence; I was already dashing down the hall.

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I burst through the door and gasped, horrified.

"M-mom? Dad? Is he…?" My voice came out half strangled. The doctor looked up.

"Your brother is fine, but his injuries are pretty severe. He may have trouble walking from now on…" He trailed off. I turned to look at him, walking slowly up to him. Mom and Dad were staring at him, grief stricken. Gently, I took his hands. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and a small moan escaped his mouth.

"M…May…?" He groaned. Tears filled my eyes.

"Max! Oh, Max, are you okay?" I asked hysterically. He managed a small, painful grin.

"It's okay, Sis. I'm fine…" He winced. My horror was quickly replaced by anger.

"Who did this to you?" I demanded. The doctor frowned.

"Ma'am… He needs his rest, and right now, he can't take any stress…"

"It's okay," Max said, turning to face me, "I think I saw something on the car, some sort of logo or something…" He shivered slightly, and began to describe the logo he had seen on the car. My entire body froze.

Drew.

This was all a ploy, wasn't it? Had he just said all those things to get past my guard? And why would he do this to me? What had I ever done to him? The questions battered my brain and demanded answers. Just when I was starting to think that he was nice…

Max flinched again.

"Get some rest, Max." My voice was soft. Slowly, I backed out of the door.

Drew was going to pay.

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I ran out of the hospital as fast as my legs allowed. My mind raced ahead of my feet, though. First, I would chop him up into tiny little pieces, and then pulverize them into dust… I stopped the violent thoughts before I was tempted to actually carry them through.
Drew was running up to me, concern written all over his face. I had to admit, he was a pretty good actor.

"May, are you alright? What happened?" He called out to me. I responded with a glare. He flinched, and a little voice in my head chattered smugly. I smothered it.

"Of course I'm not alright, Drew! How could I be? This entire time you were just tricking me? Why would I be alright??" His concern flashed into a smirk, then a scowl, all in half a second.

"I'm worried about you, and this is the thanks I get?" He growled, sounding hurt. But I didn't care.

"You want thanks! Well here it is!"

I slapped him.

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I didn't care that my cell phone was ringing again. I didn't care that Drew was calling after me. I didn't care that I had just slapped him, either. He deserved it, the heartless…

I didn't allow myself to finish that sentence.

But I couldn't help but recognize a feeling of… well, regret. After all that he had said to me, I still…

I slammed the car door shut and growled at the steering wheel. The phone rang again, and it was starting to get on my nerves, so I slammed it open.

"What?" I growled.

"May! What have you been doing? I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past thirty minutes or something!!" Misty screeched.

"Max got in an accident." I mumbled.

She fell silent.

"What kind of accident?" Misty whispered.

I said nothing.

After a moment, I sighed and replied, "I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"

"Sure." And with that, she hung up. I drove out of the parking lot, trying to ignore the car following me.

"Gah!!" I screamed, frustrated.

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"He's an idiot!" Mr. Rosalind slammed his fist down onto the table. The wood shook, and cracked slightly.

On the floor below, several employees wondered where the noise was coming from.

"Drew will come to agree with us sooner or later, dear," Mrs. Rosalind sighed. "It'll be ours soon enough."

Outside of the door, Paul frowned, confused.

"And after her parents, that little May can drop dead," she continued.

Paul rolled his eyes. Wishful thinking got people nowhere.

"Her little brother was first," Her thin, wiry voice continued. "We'll work our way up."

"What?" Paul said, unable to contain his words. The door burst open, and Mr. Rosalind's head poked out.

"Who's there?" He said, slightly unsure. Nothing but silence met his inquiry. He turned his head once more, looking for any eavesdroppers. Not finding anyone, he closed the door.

Hiding behind a wall, Paul sighed in relief.

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"Out of all the stuck up jerks…" Misty growled. She knew something was wrong with May, and her immediate guess…

Drew.

"Or rather, Mr. Rosalind," She scoffed. "Jerk." Her cell phone rang, and Misty jumped, hoping it was May.

"Hello?"

"Oh, it's just you." Misty groaned.

"Thanks for the warm welcome," Brendan chuckled. "Just me, eh?"

"May's upset right now," Misty said, slightly apologetic. "I was hoping it was her."

There was a silence on the other end.

"I'll talk to you later," He hung up. Misty sighed, plopping down onto her couch. Despite her hate for both Brendan and Drew, Brendan seemed to be less of a problem…

"At the moment, anyways," She muttered. She had a slight maternal edge for both May and Dawn, and considered them both as sisters.

The sky was darkening, and Misty was getting tired.

"What's wrong with May, though?"

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The doorbell rang, once, twice. I ignored it. The third time was too much for me, so I stomped my way over to the door and pulled it open.

"What?" I growled. Brendan stood outside, wide-eyed. "Oh, it's just you."

"Second time I've had that today," He grinned arrogantly, sauntering in. I sighed and shut the door.

"I don't recall inviting you in," I said. Brendan pursed his lips for a moment, deciding what to say.

"Misty said you seemed upset," He began. I snorted.

"Right, you're concerned about me. Seriously, why are you really here?" I bit my lip. My eyes felt hot and a small tear ran down my cheek.

"Are you crying?" Brendan jumped up and walked up to me. "Don't cry… What's wrong?"

"You're what wrong!" I growled. "You're making everything worse!" I jerked my hand away from him. He seemed startled, and his eyes widened in shock.

"No, May, you don't understand... I'm seriously concerned."

I growled menacingly.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them to my sides. I struggled against his firm grasp, but he seemed unfazed by it.

"Let me go," I said through my teeth. He shook his head no. Finally, everything seemed to sink in. Tears streamed down my hot cheeks, rushing down. I buried my face into his jacket, startling him.

"It's okay, May." Brendan whispered. I wanted so badly to retort or push him away, but at the same time, I was grateful for the support. His hand brushed my hair gently. I twitched ever so slightly, but didn't say anything. He didn't notice.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

I raised my head to glare at the intruder, and faltered slightly when I saw that it was Drew. But I glared at him anyways.

"Sorry to walk in on your little love fest, but May needs to get back to work," Drew said wryly, with a smirk on his face. Brendan leapt up and stared coldly at Drew.

"Can't you see that she's unable to work right now?" Brendan growled. Drew rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you just want to continue to cuddle each other. It's important that May comes, or she'll lose her job. She's lucky, you know, that I pulled a few strings for her."

That did it.

"Lucky?! Am I lucky that a car has injured my brother? Am I lucky that I have a jerk as a boss that keeps tricking me? Seeing as you have taken everything from me, what more could you possibly want?" My face was red with anger, and wet from tears. But that didn't stop him from retorting:

"Trick you? How in the world have I tricked you, May?"

"Don't play games with me! I know you and your stupid parents sent that car to hurt Max! And I'm sick and tired of you pretending that you don't know what's going on! Get out!"

"What?" Drew's smugness was abruptly replaced with surprise, catching me off guard. "I would never do that!"

"Drop the stupid act already!" I screamed. Brendan looked between the two of us awkwardly and silently. Drew took no notice of him.

"What stupid act? I'm not acting, you idiot!"

"Idiot? You're one to talk!"

"That does it! May, you're fired!"

I flinched away from him for a second. But my anger was still there, burning as fiercely as ever.

"I don't care! I'm sorry I ever met you. Now get out of here!" I growled. Drew turned and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Brendan looked at me inquiringly.

"Thanks, I guess. But, if you don't mind, I would like to be alone right now." I whispered. He nodded and silently went out, his exit a quiet contrast to Drew's.

I sobbed into my pillow.

In one day, I had lost my job, my brother was severely hurt, the one person I thought I could really talk to was a traitor, and I had just let Brendan comfort me with no objections, though I had sworn for that to never happen again.

And I had no idea what I wanted anymore.

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Erm… I'm really sorry about the confusion, which will hopefully be answered in… the next two chapters? So keep guessing!

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