AN: The continuation of chapter two. Had to split, felt as if it made the previous chapter too long. Please leave reviews and feedback good and bad or all welcome. Thanks to everyone who's read so far.
"Alright so, after I got downstairs Rachel started passing around her jungle juice thing, which in my opinion could be a lot better but that's neither here nor there. We all had some of it. You guys had a bit more than me especially you. Obviously, you don't know what happens when you put Rachel in charge of drinks."
Max is riding on every word coming out of Chloe's mouth. She is stuck to Chloe's mouth, every time it moves Max's eyes follow. Almost trying to memorize each movement it makes.
Chloe began to laugh as thoughts from the night flow through her mind. She continues, "You are such a lightweight, Max. You barely finished the first one and was already done."
Max's face turned hot from shame. She felt the hair on her neck stand and her body tighten up as the thought of her being such a loser.
"Not going to lie, I wasn't entirely sober either. But unlike you and for the most part Justin, I had a little more balance." Chloe was a veteran when it came to Rachel's parties. She knew how Rachel acts when it involves drinking. Rachel would always get drunk, leaving Chloe having to play chaperon. "You started talking to me about your ex-boyfriend I think, which is really weird because drunk people rarely like bring up ex drama. Anyway you were saying how didn't love him like he did you and some other stuff."
Max puts her head in her hands and covers her face, in her lap. She wipes her face but keeps her hands hold on to her head. "That's so embarrassing!"
Chloe laughs but tries to comfort Max. She places her hand on her back and rubs her back. Max's heart being to pound in her throat at the touch on Chloe's hand against her. "No it was kind of cute. In a way."
Max's face begins to turn redder than it ever has been before. The touch of Chloe and the word cute coming out of her mouth, and being used to describe her, Max couldn't even control her body anymore. She stands up quickly and takes a few steps away. She keeps her back turned to Chloe, so she couldn't see her face.
Chloe was puzzled on why she got up so fast, "It wasn't that bad. I seen worse like I said."
Max refuses to let herself turn around and in an uneven voice, "Can you just continue?" Max didn't know what to do with the nervousness and overwhelming feeling that Chloe gave her. She felt warmth take over her insides and flow through her like water. "Max this is not you. Relax, we can figure this out. Just relax", she thinks.
Chloe stands up, "Sure about that? You sound like you either seen a ghost or are cold."
Max forces a laugh. A nervous laugh that makes Chloe uneasy. "I was just thinking about," she tries to think fast as to not sound weirder and to not tell the truth about her thoughts, "something that happened in class."
Chloe sits back down on the bench. She lays one leg on the bench with her foot danging off. "Right!" Chloe sarcastically says. "Anyway, Chloe rethinks the events of the night.
The redness in Max's face starts to leave. Taking deep breath she turns back around and walks to Chloe. Chloe's eyes lock with Max's and Max suddenly feels the heat coming back. "Shes really looking at me", she thinks. Max clears her throat, "So what happened to Justin? When I called Rachel earlier she said that you punched him."
Chloe falls back on the bench in laughter, "I was waiting for that one. Oh god! That was hilarious!"
"Punching him was hilarious?" Max asked.
Chloe gets back up from the bench, "No I mean him crying like a punk was hilarious. What caused the entire thing really wasn't." Chloe stops laughing and rubs the back of her neck. Her smile quickly turns seldom. "You and I were dancing, we were pretty close actually. We weren't doing anything crazy just swaying back and forth. It was after you were telling me about Walter or whatever his name was"
Max noticed the nervousness coming off of Chloe. The way Chloe was talking and her mannerisms were different then how they usually were. "You said you wanted a distraction from your thoughts. So I figured best way to distract you was for you to dance with me. It was a little weird though because there wasn't any music playing at all, unless you count everyone else talking as that but it was uhhh, it was nice." Chloe remarks.
"Did she just stutter?" Max thinks, her eyes getting wide at the idea.
"Rachel and Frank were in the bathroom during that time so it was just you, me and Justin from what I recall. I completely forgot he was there at the time. So I was in the traditional lead position with my hands on your waist, while you threw yours around my neck. I wasn't sure what was going on with your face but it looked like you were trying to smile while saying thank you. And yeah that was that." Chloe forces a smile and looks away from Max. Chloe licks her lips and breaths in. Max notices Chloe trying to avoid saying more about the dancing.
"Why is she not saying more? Did something happen?" Max thinks. Her insides start to crush at the thought of Chloe being that close to her. Every possible possibility washes over Max. She thinks did she throw up on her, did she fall over while dancing, or maybe even kiss. Her hands turning sweaty and knees going weak. "I'm just putting thoughts in my own head, none of that could of happened. She would of said something about it right?" Max's feelings start to explode inside of her. This feeling was familiar but different. The usual sinking feeling in her gut but not nerves or vomit. It was something new, like an anticipation but can this feeling be about Chloe, a person she meet only a day ago.
"I'm pretty sure it was the alcohol working its devious plan, but like I said it was nice." Chloe continues. Max stopped paying attention to Chloe speaking. It was only background noise as she was in her own mind.
Max tries to build up the courage to open her mouth to let words out. The only thing she wants to ask is the one thing she is too nervous to hear an answer to. "Chloe, did we like, last night while we were dancing like you said. Did we like kiss or anything like that?"
Chloe giggles with a big smile across her face. "Oh we did more than that. We totally had some hot monkey sex all night long. Had you screaming for me the entire time."
Max was at a lose of words, her mind turns blank. The only thing coming across her thoughts was if Chloe was joking or serious. Chloe notices Max's stagnant emotionless face and laughs even harder. "Damn Hippie, I was only joking. I have this no kissing rule so that's out the question of even happening, and even if I did you were drunk that's like one of those frat boy type moves."
Max's nervousness became hotter and hotter to the point the wind wasn't even able to cool her down. She felt as if her skin was falling off her. The idea of Chloe half naked in front of her and the thought of kissing her stopped her heart in her chest. The cute comment was just icing on the cake to Max. "What is happening to me?" Max thinks.
Chloe continues to laugh, "Anyway rewind back to the original question of Justin. So Justin kissed you..."
Max interrupts her, "He did what?" disgust in her voice.
"Yeah but it didn't last that long at all. You pushed him away from you when he did it." Chloe tries to comfort Max with the tone of her voice to try and ease the stirring anger inside her.
"That's so gross! I barely even knew him! How did that even happen?" Max asks wondering more on how Justin even got that close to her.
"Well we were dancing like I said, and I'm guessing he probably got jealous like a little bitch. Either way he was jealous and pulled me away by the back of my shirt. He was saying something like I was killing his buzz or some macho shit like that. So me being the kick-ass person that I am, I decided to fuck with him."
"You fucked with him?" Max asks more confused than ever. She couldn't understand what Chloe even meant by that.
"Yeah, fucking around. Real ball busting shit for him,like how I can get you before he does. I think I might have gone to far because he looked pissed! Then he pulled me away and kissed you. Did not see that coming, he totally pulled a Shyamalan. Like I was hella shocked but not as much as you though. You looked like you were going to throw up on him." Chloe's hands are demonstrating each work in her sentences as Max focuses on each movement.
"Oh god! Ewww that's so gross.", Max exclaims.
Chloe laughed, "Hey don't shoot the messenger. You wanted the gritty details." Chloe's laugh toned down as she smiled at Max. Chloe licks the the side of her top lip and continues her story. "After you pushed him away he started talking about himself. It was pathetic watching him do that. Started to push the envelop when he was saying how he was the right guy for you and push up on you. I started to get mad because obviously you weren't feeling it so yeah."
Max could see the in her face how bothered she was by talking about Justin. Max looks down at her feet feeling bad that Chloe was feeling the way she does was her fault. That she should of done more for herself in order for Chloe to not feel as bad as she did. Maybe if she remembered more then Chloe wouldn't have to go through replaying the entire night to herself.
"You kept saying no and to get off you. I just couldn't sit there and let you deal with that yourself." Chloe trailed off with a slight rage growing in her eyes. "I grabbed him and let him have it. Told him that if he put his hands on you again I would fuck his shit up." Max didn't realize how intense last night was. She really thought the entire night was just casual and that the entire punching situation was just an accident, a very unexpected accident.
Chloe continued, her voice becoming raspy from talking so much. "Then Frank came out the the room and asked what was going on. I didn't say shit and I don't remember Justin saying anything either but kept saying I was just jealous." Chloe rolled her eyes and scoffs, "Like I would be jealous? Especially of Justin?" She shakes her head, "Long story short, he put his arm around your waist and tried to get it under your shirt. So I grabbed him and punched him in the face. Then Rachel came out and it blew up into something else because of the carpet and blah blah blah."
Max sat back down and leaned back. Closing her eyes, she imagines the sequence of events Chloe had said. The entire situation seemed plausible but the thing of Justin kissing her kept sounding weird. Maybe its because she didn't feel like anyone likes her in that way or at least anyone she felt would want to. Max opens her eyes remembering an important piece of last nights puzzle. "Okay so you punched Justin because of me. What happened after that like what about me getting back into my room?"
Chloe scratches her head to try and recall that part. " Well I took you back a little bit after that. But before that you and me sat on the couch and you, you just started talking about everything. You were laying on me and holding on really tight around me. You wanted to talk about life and yeah we just talked."
Everything that Max heard started to relax her to know that the night time her wasn't that bad, feeling a relief. Chloe continued in her story, "After all that Justin just left saying he didn't sign up for all this. Then everyone started drinking again. It was cool, we went back to dancing but this time there was actual music playing." Chloe's face then turned sour, "Then you threw up."
"Oh god! I'm so sorry!" Max says in a depressed tone. She knew something bad happened by her to mess up the night. Chloe raises one of her eyebrows and eyes Max.
"I didn't say you did anything bad. Just saying you threw up. You were drunk so it was bound to happen especially for a lightweight like you." Chloe remarks.
"What about my room though?" Max patiently asks.
"I was just getting to that part. You wanted to leave because you were fairly down at that point. I drove you back to your place but it was messy because you could barely walk on your own. Like you were swaying to every which way. I carried you inside when we got there. I threw you on the bed because you fell as soon as we opened the door and not to mention you kept saying how sorry you were in the hallway. Just so you know, you are a loud drunk. A few people had to come out to tell you to keep it down." Chloe begins to laugh.
Max remembers earlier when in the bathroom and talking to Victoria. Now what she said made sense. Chloe finishes laughing and continues the story, "You laid in bed then I walked away but you grabbed on to me and didn't want me to leave. It was adorable."
Max hangs her head down fearing what came next, "Then we cuddled for a few minutes. You got a little hands-y honestly,but that was probably because of the liquor. At least that's my assumption or you just wanted all of this." Chloe leans back with her hands up looking at Max with seductiveness in her eyes.
Max blushes at the sound of her being such a mess. "Great Max, what a way to make a first impression." she thinks to herself. She drops her head back into her hands. "Damn it Max."
"After your moment and you falling asleep, I went to the parking lot and crashed for a little before driving back to Rachel's. Think I got back some time early because the sun was just rising." Chloe remarks.
"No wonder Rachel said that. Chloe left with her and even stayed in her room. Damn it Max," Max couldn't shake Rachel out of her head. In her drunkenness she wasn't herself and did things she would never do.
Chloe realizing the time and Max's nerves opens her mouth to form words but struggles. "It was eventful night but I should probably take you back to Blackhell."