November 10, 2012: F
After I pointed out the shirt dilemma, I brushed past Max, trying not to chuckle when I saw her red face and flustered expression. Managing a polite smile, I took my place at the table.
Mom made sure there was a seat left open next to me for Max, with her sister, Ella, on the other side of her. Because my mother is evil like that.
Max appeared in the doorway wearing a black tank top under the shirt – which was now on correctly. "Fang, do you know where Max is?" her mother asked, and my eyes met hers, my amusement coming back to me. She stared blankly back.
"She's here now, but I believe she had an…emergency…with…something," I replied, my eyes still locked with Max's. Everyone else turned to look at her, but our eye contact didn't break.
Her eyes shot daggers into mine.
I cracked a slight smile back.
WARNING: Angry Max!
~Anna Ride