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Authors: Mariah Dietz

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I grab my purse and head to meet Kendall as Max finishes a call with Wes. I head down the metal stairs, looking down at my phone as it buzzes again, notifying me of another text message. As I open it, I see Kendall’s name and the beginning of her message scroll across my screen as I crash into someone.

I grip the banister and watch my keys crash to the cement landing and instantly feel horrified at my negligence.

“I’m so sorry!” I cry in apology, bending down to retrieve my keys.

“Baby Bosse?” My spine snaps hearing the familiar voice, and I come face to face with Nathan Hudson and inwardly groan.

“You’re my neighbor?” he asks, his eyes alight as I avoid stating the obvious. The soft, echoing thud of someone jogging down the steps has me turning to see Max approaching us, his strides slow as he gets closer and his eyes look from me to Nate. I follow his gaze.

Nate smiles as he looks to Max. “What’s up, Miller? What are you doing here?”

“Nate’s my neighbor.” Max’s eyebrows lift at my explanation.

“I think it’s fate for us,” Nate says with a wink.

Max’s body stills, his fists clenching. “Fate?” Max repeats the word like it just slapped him, and Nate turns to look back at him, his smile sliding.

“Don’t tell me,” Nate says, looking between Max and me. “No shit, you and baby Bosse, huh?” he asks, looking at me another moment, “That really surprises me. Aren’t you guys like neighbors or something? I think I heard Clay mention how he liked to come over to catch Ace in her bikini.” He laughs without any trace of humor.

Ignoring Nate, I shift my body so I’m closer to Max, but also angling myself so I’m between the two of them, hopefully making it more difficult for Max to kill him.

“Miller,” Nate repeats, shaking his head as if he can’t quite understand the word.

“Don’t be an asshole, Nate,” I feel my phone buzz again inside my purse and tug on Max’s hand. His body slowly relaxes and follows me as I edge my way around Nate.

“I’m just surprised after being cheated on with Eric, you choose him.” Max pulls his hand from mine and turns so fast I don’t think I’ve even blinked in the time it takes him to launch his body forward.

“Max!” I cry as he corners Nate, hovering over him in a threatening stance.

“I swear, Hudson, you stay the hell away from her. She isn’t interested in you. If you touch her, you talk to her, you even fucking look at her, I will rip your throat out. Got it?”

A menacing smile spreads across Nate’s face as he looks at Max. “What are you worried about, Miller? That she’s going to come borrow a cup of sugar from me?”

I turn, hearing shoes hitting the stairs and see Jameson and Kendall approaching, wearing matching expressions of confusion.

“Hey, dude, everything okay?” Jameson asks calmly.

“Everything is great,” Nate replies, straightening himself. “Just getting acquainted with my new favorite neighbor.” He looks over Max’s shoulder and winks at me.

Max shuffles forward and thankfully Jameson leaps in front of him, placing a hand on his chest to keep him back. Nate smirks and turns, heading up the stairs and out of sight without another word.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Max mutters, running a hand over his short hair and turning to look at me. “You can’t live here.”

I ignore his comment and start back down the stairs, hearing the others footsteps on the metal stairs as they trail me.

“I’m serious,” Max says once we’re all seated in the car. I glance at him in the passenger seat of my car, staring at me intently.

“Max, I’m not going to move because of Nate.”

“You said yourself that you don’t like him. He freaks you out.” Max’s voice rises as his intensity grows.

“I don’t like Nate. Nothing is going to happen with him. But I’m not moving.” I stare at Max to ensure he understands just how serious I am. “This is where I live, Max. He’s just trying to piss you off and be an ass.”

Max shakes his head and leans back into the seat, looking up at the roof of the car as I head to Antonio’s Pizza House.

“Does this remind you of the hot springs with Pedro?” Kendall asks from the backseat. My muscles clench as I watch Max’s head snap and feel him glaring at me. I glance in my rearview mirror to shoot Kendall a look of warning, knowing that this is not going to help.

“Pedro Rodriguez?” Max’s voice cuts with accusation. “You dated Pedro Rodriguez?”

I swallow the urge to get defensive and keep my eyes focused on the road. “Briefly. Like
four
years ago.”

“That’s why you guys were dancing together at Dante’s.” His words come out like a revelation, making anger course through me as I recall that night and how I had been trying so hard to understand where we were at that point.

“Pedro and I are just friends,” I say adamantly.

“Kendall, does Pedro like her?”

“I hardly see how that’s relevant. I was just thinking out loud. Forget what I said. It was a long time ago.”

“Since you’re evading the question, I take that as a yes.”

“She isn’t playing some game with you, Max. If she doesn’t like you she isn’t going to just keep you around to spare your feelings, so stop creating a reason!”

“Yeah, because she was so in love with Eric all summer, right?” he says, making my jaw drop as I pull into the parking lot.

“Ace is
in
the car with us in case you both somehow forgot. And this sorta sounds like a conversation you may want her input on,” Jameson adds from the backseat.

I watch him in my rearview mirror as he slowly turns his head to each of them. Even though he can’t see Max, he stares at the back of his seat in silence, as if he’s trying to share a thought through telekinesis.

Max obviously doesn’t receive his message. Instead, he turns his head to look out the passenger window and defiantly mutters, “I’ve never known Pedro to date a girl and not sleep with them.”

“Are you seriously calling me a liar? Call him,” I challenge, unlatching my seat belt. “Go ahead call him.”

Max doesn’t turn to look at me.

I shake my head in frustration, fighting the desire to spew the angry words forming on my tongue. Leaving my keys in the ignition I grab my purse, stalk across the parking lot, not bothering to look back as I hear Kendall’s irritated tone.

Antonio’s Pizza House is located in a strip mall with a dozen other stores, and I head into a small boutique.

I send a message to Kendall telling her to drive my car back, and that I’ll be leaving with Abby. I turn my phone off before she can respond and see Abby pull up. I climb into the passenger seat, still avoiding eye contact with my car.

Abby drives us to the movies when I tell her I’m not ready to go back home. She allows me time to work through my thoughts in silence as we sit through the previews. This is one of the many reasons I love Abby so much: She doesn’t push me when she knows I need some time to simply process.

 

T
he movie serves as a lousy distraction. By the time it’s over I’ve concluded that I’m being childish and have likely destroyed my relationship with the first person I’ve ever had this strong of emotions for with my infamous running. Then I flip to the complete opposite end of the spectrum, justifying my actions, convincing myself I haven’t done anything wrong. I dance between each possible reality half a dozen times at least.

“So do you want to talk about it?” Abby asks as we stand to leave.

“I met one of our neighbors this afternoon,” I say with a heavy sigh. She looks at me blankly. “I know him. He went to school with us. When we were leaving, he was just getting home and fired off some inappropriate comments that pissed Max off. Then Kendall decided to take a play from Captain Stupid and decided it would be a good idea to bring up a situation with Pedro. Max got all jealous and weird and accused me of sleeping with Pedro.”

“Pedro from Dante’s?” I nod and watch as she absorbs the information.

“I did think Pedro liked you.” She glances at me nervously as I groan.

“It doesn’t matter! We’re just friends! And more importantly, I didn’t sleep with him!”

“He knows you didn’t. He’s just jealous. I’m sure he was recalling the way Pedro checked you out at Dante’s and with this guy saying inappropriate things, he just overreacted.” She gently shoves me with her elbow as we step outside. “Don’t chicken out now. You like him. You like him a lot. You said yourself love is all about feeling extreme emotions, what is it? Big gesture, stalking, crazy-jealous, life-sacrificing … I’m missing one.”

I shake my head and climb into the passenger seat, feeling nervous at the prospect of discussing things with Max.

“Craving!” she yells, shutting her car door, “Craving! That’s the one!” She looks over at me with a smile. “So are you
craving
to go and get things settled between you two love birds?”

“Abby, he wants me to move because Nate lives there.” She looks taken aback.

“What in the hell did this guy do?” she asks.

“Nothing, he was just trying to get a reaction.”

“Well, first things first, let’s get you to Max so you guys can talk.” My fingers absently fidget with the hem of my shorts as I consider what Max’s reaction to me will be. “Hey,” Abby says, taking my hand in hers. I glance up at her big brown eyes as she scans over my face. “Harper, he’s crazy about you. Don’t worry. This is just normal couple stuff. It will be water under the bridge.”

I pray she’s right.

When we arrive back to our apartment my eyes scan the parking lot and quickly locate my car parked beside Max’s Jeep. Noticing that both are empty, I fish out my phone and impatiently wait for it to power on. When it finally comes to life, it informs me that I have twelve text messages and four new voicemails. My chest is tight with nerves, not certain that I want to read or hear any of them. Abby stands beside me, encouraging me with a tight squeeze to my left hand.

I open the texts, and pull up Jameson’s first.

 

Jameson:
Y didnt u take me with u????!!!!

 

I grin, grateful for a comedic introduction. Next I open Kendall’s.

 

Kendall:
I cnt believe U ran away, wut is this-middle school?

 

That one hurts a little.

 

Kendall:
UR going to screw things up
.

 

That one hurts a little more.

 

Kendall:
Im sry, Ace, I shouldnt hve mentioned Pedro
.

 

Kendall: I luv u 2, the boys will b at my apt, plz C us when U get home. LOVE U 2!

 

Max’s are next.

 

Max: Im sorry for being an ass, can we plz talk?

 

Max: Im trying to respect ur space, but we need 2 talk.

 

Max: Dammit, Ace, will u plz talk to me?

 

Max: I’m going to be at Kendall’s, we need to talk.

 

I silently groan, looking up at the night sky and reciting another prayer that Abby is right. I catch sight of the full moon, which glows full and bright, almost taunting me as it says, “Yes, I do have this kind of power.”

I don’t bother with the voicemails.

Assuring Abby that I’ll be fine so she doesn’t feel guilty for leaving me to visit Jesse, I head over to Kendall’s apartment with my heart thrumming as though I’ve spent the last hour sprinting.

I enter the apartment without knocking when I hear music seeping from the door and look around to see several familiar faces and many more that aren’t as I try to find Kendall or Max. I finally catch sight of Max standing casually by the kitchen table, holding a drink in his hand, looking completely relaxed, surrounded by three girls. I quickly notice one of them, an attractive blonde, has her hand on his arm, awakening my insecurities.

I turn back to the front door and am engulfed in a tight hug. My face swims in long, dark hair that smells like it was saturated in musky vanilla perfume. I hate the smell of vanilla perfumes. The scent’s permanently ruined for me when I’d witnessed too many girls from high school trying to get a guy’s attention by bathing in vanilla.

I pull back to see who my squealing hugger is: Kristy Barton. Kristy’s a nice girl, but she’s a chameleon; anytime she’s around someone new she changes. She also speaks with her voice a few octaves higher than my ears appreciate and wears clothes that don’t leave much to the imagination.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so great to see you, Harper! You look amazing!” I’m not sure if she’s being sarcastic or not as I look down at my gray V-cut blouse and maroon shorts and then to her sequin dress.

“Thanks, so do you. I forgot they were having party,” I fiddle with the hem of my shorts.

“I met your boyfriend! He’s ridiculously hot! If he has any friends, I’m interested!”
Had he introduced himself as my boyfriend? Or had Kendall?

“Yeah, I was just coming to talk to him,” I lie. “Nice to see you, Kristy.” I run a hand through my hair, hoping to add some volume to it, and walk over to where Max stands with his entourage of girls that has grown by two in the few minutes I was talking to Kristy..

“So how do you know Kendall?” A nasally brunette purrs, placing a hand on Max’s chest.

I stop, waiting for his reaction. Max looks down at her hand and then to her face, “She’s my girlfriend’s sister,” He responds, taking a step back and bringing his drink to his lips.

My lips lift into a smile. Moving to stand directly behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist. Max’s torso twists around and his bright blue eyes relax as he sees me. His mouth slowly curls into a smile as he pulls me into an embrace and bends down to kiss me. I’m not a big PDA person, however some possessive impulse flares inside of me, and I push myself closer to his body and deepen the kiss.

We reluctantly pull apart and I notice that the fan group has disintegrated much to my satisfaction. Max leans down and softly kisses my temple and gives my hip another gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Ace. I was just, I don’t know …” he says, letting out a long breath through his nose. “Insanely jealous. I know you haven’t lied, and I’m sorry about the accusation. I was an ass.” I take his palm and press it to my lips.

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