Lost On You : Marthe Woertman LGBTQ+ Fanfic

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Maxine.

Marth breaks our kiss, standing up faster than she should as she towered over the more petite girl. Who is she?

"What in god's name are you fucking doing here?" Marth snaps. Clarissa was quietly seated, watching her daughter lose her shit.

"I live here," the girl said. Marth ran her hand through her hair before pulling at the roots.

"Did you know I was here?" Marth asked. I leaned over to Clarissa, concerned.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"No one," Marth says, but she knows I don't believe her, so I crossed my arms, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"Just someone from my past, Maxine," Marth growls at me, clearly torn up over this girl she used to know.

"I'm not just someone," the girl said, jumping in.

"I'm not talking to you," Marth snapped. Whatever the fuck this girl did, it must've pissed off Marth for her to act so defensively.

"I'm trying to enjoy my night out with my girlfriend and my mother," Marth said to the girl.

"I promise this is a coincidence, and I thought it would be weird to not say hello," I rolled my eyes. Every bitch in Marth's past has some secret plan, making sure she remembers what she did.

"Oh, sure it is," Marth scoffs. Clarissa sat quietly, not daring to say a word.

"You don't just waltz in here expecting me to be okay with this," Marth spat, getting up. I huffed, looking down, knowing where this is going and debating whether I should stop her or not.

"You don't just roofie someone and expect me to get over it," Marth said, making my blood boil. Finally, I find myself getting up, but Clarissa held me back.

"You don't fuck someone over like that, and I have fucked over a lot of people," Marth continues, but she's drunk, and I know she's about to get emotional.

"I thought we were having fun," the girl said.

"Penny, it doesn't work like that! We were having fun, but what the fuck gave you the bright idea to drug me?" Marth snaps at the girl names Penny.

"And then you left me when shit got real! You landed me in the fucking hosiptal!" Marth yells. I groan, irritated I'm sitting and watching this, not doing anything about it. Then, looking back at Clarissa, I gave her a knowing look before getting up.

"I think it's time for you to go," I said as politely as possible.

"Max, please don't try cleaning up my messes. We've been over this," Marth turns to me with pure rage in her eyes.

"And we've been over dealing with things like a team," I throw out. Marth chuckles.

"You two are pissing me off," Marth says, looking at Penny and me.

"No, you're mad at her for drugging you, and you're taking it out on me," I correct. Marth chuckled at me.

"You think it's okay to eject yourself into any argument I have with other people when you know it's none of your fucking business," Marth curses at me. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my jacket and purse, trying to fight back my frustrated tears.

"Marthe," Clarissa snaps at her rude daughter while I continue collecting my things.

"Fine, fight your own battles without support, if that's what you really want," I snapped, letting a tear roll down my cheek, heading out.

"Wait, baby, no," Marth said, quickly changing her attitude, but I continued walking.

"No, Marth. I'm so done fighting you on this," I barked, stepping outside, well aware that I'm in a country I'm not familiar with at all.