Max's pov
I pushed through the front door of Sam's house. People holding cups with god only knows what alcohol in them blocked the hall way. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring all the grinding couples dancing in the rhythm of the music.
Sam's party was out of control and I couldn't find him anywhere. I looked in the kitchen, hoping he was getting a drink or something. No luck. The only thing I found in the kitchen was a girl sitting on the counter with a guy in front of her. It looked like he was eating her face.
I left the kitchen, heading towards the staircase. I already looked everywhere else. Maybe he was getting something upstairs. I knew he had to be here somewhere.
I opened the first door I saw and walked in.
The countertop was white, the tile was white, and can you guess what color the toilet was?
Yup, white. I was in a bathroom.
I sighed as I walked out.
I heard a giggle from down the hall in the last room.
Hmm…. No, it can't be. It just can't.
I walked down the hallway as quietly as possible. The floorboard squeaked. Figures.
I was finally at the door but I didn't have the guts to push it open. It was already cracked. I took a deep breath and peeked through the crack.
I saw a girl sitting up, not facing me, with no shirt on. Her long red hair stretched down her back.
I saw another figure wrapped up in the sheets but I couldn't tell who it was from here.
I leaned into the door, trying not to open it any further. I didn't want to be noticed yet. Not until I knew for sure…
"Why'd you stop, baby?" a deep voice came from the bed.
The girl giggled again.
I really didn't want to see this. I just wanted to go home and forget this ever happened. But something was telling me I couldn't. Something was telling me to open this door and find out who that guy was.
I leaned on the door so much that I lost my balance. I lost my grip on the door as it swung forward.
My hip my contact with the hardwood floor as I fell. I groaned.
"Max!" the girl's voice drew my attention away from my forming bruise. She was holding the sheets in front of her. I peered at her face.
"Lissa?" I asked.
Lissa used to be my best friend in middle school, but she wanted to be popular. Meaning she needed to get away from me. So we had grown apart.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" the guy asked me.
Wait, HIS room? This was Sam's house…. Oh, god.
That means this is-
"Sam, be nice. I know her." Lissa said.
"Sam, you're cheating on me?" my voice cracked.
He laughed, actually laughed.
"How can I cheat on you when I was never with you? It's not like I ever liked you. I just needed some entertainment." His words felt like a slap across the face.
I jerked back, short of breath.
"Wha- wha-…?" I stuttered.
Lissa sighed.
"Max, did you honestly think Sam loved you? Thought you were different" Lissa talked to me like I was a five year old.
"Max, just go find Tooth. That emo kid has been in love with you for years. Just go." Lissa said gently.
I couldn't believe my ears. Lissa doesn't know what she's talking about. Fang's not in love with me, he's just not. If he was, I would know, right? Surely he would tell me.
Then I thought about what Sam just said. He… he used me. He freaking used me. Just like Fang said he would.
I jumped off the floor.
I ran out of the room, tears streaming down my face, listening to the giggles of Lissa fade behind me.