An inconvenient attachment

Chapter 59

Lando's pov.

"What the hell, Lando. That was way too far" Charlotte says. I swear to god, this girl.

"Yeah, I fucking know!" God, she makes me so angry sometimes.

"I'm going to bed" Charlotte says, shaking her head at me. "Take your time" I say while rolling my eyes. I look at Charles, who doesn't look too happy with me, but he doesn't say anything.

"Max was pretty quick to walk after her, huh?"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Lando. Not everyone is after your girl" Charles says. I bite my lip. He's probably right. "You still haven't talked to Pierre?" Charles asks. "Are you seriously asking me about Pierre right now?"

"No, you're right. Sorry."

I walk over to the balcony, Charles follows me. I grab the railing so hard my knuckles turn white. I look down and see Max open his car door for Mia. A few seconds later they're gone. Shit, I really shouldn't have said that.

"I fucked up" I say while laying my head on the railing. "Yeah.." Charles agrees with me.

"Why did you say it?"

"I don't fucking know. She was winding me up all night, trying to pick a fight. I just snapped and said the one thing I shouldn't have" I say while shaking my head, "It's probably true though" I murmur to myself. Her parents don't give a shit, but that doesn't mean I should have said that. She knows.

"You guys will figure things out" Charles pats me on my back. I straighten my back and let myself fall on the couch. "I fucking hope so" I sigh. A few seconds later the bell rings. "Who are you expecting so late?" I ask. Charles looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. "I have no idea."

"I thought I'd join the afterparty, but I see it's pretty much over?" George asks. Great, just when you think the evening couldn't get any worse. Normally me and George get along pretty good, but not tonight. Not when he keeps hitting on Mia. "Yeah, no after party here" I say when George pushes my legs aside so he can sit on the couch.

"You ok? You look like shit" George jokes. "Yes, fine. Anybody want something to drink?" I don't wait for an answer and walk inside to grab a drink. When I get back outside with three beers I see on George his face that Charles quickly explained. "Sucks man, I'm sorry" George says as I hand him a beer.

"So, if you guys sort of broke up. Does that mean I can ask her out?" George asks, probably trying to be funny. Without thinking about it, or before I can stop it, I punch him in the face.

"Lando!" Charles yells. He wants to hold me back, but one hit is all it took to ease some tension. I sit back down with a sour look on my face, dick.

George feels his face, looking to see if there's any blood. "I deserved that one" George says. "Yeah you did, dickhead."

Mia's pov.

When I wake up the next morning I instantly regret everything I did last night. Although I don't remember much, I certainly do remember the pill and the fight with Lando, well sort of. I kick the blankets of me and stand up. Wait, where the fuck am I? Oh that's right, I came home with Max. I grab the sweater that lays beside the bed and pull it over my head. It's very big and even covers my ass. I don't see Max anywhere in the living room. I look at my watch, it's 11 am. He's probably working out or still sleeping. I grab my cigarets off the counter, luckily I quickly grabbed them before I left yesterday. With a loud noise the door to the balcony opens. "Ssh be quiet stupid door" I whisper to myself. I sit down on the couch and pull my knees up to my chest.

When I think back about last night and what Lando said, tears fall down my face again. Memories keep coming back to me. How could Lando have said that. I didn't expect him to hurt me like that.

"Another one?" Max says when I light up my second cigarette. "Jeez, you scared me, dick" I say softly. Why is it that when I cry, almost no words come out of my mouth.

"How are you?"

"Fucking amazing" I say sarcastically. "You look like shit" Max says.

"I know."

"Lando didn't mean it. He just said it to hurt you" Max says. "Are you really defending him right now?" I can't believe this guy.

"No, but you were an asshole also, trying to pick a fight with him all night."

"Are you suggesting this was my fault?"

"Stop. Don't feel so attacked. I'm just being honest with you. You challenged him all night with your shitty little comments. What Lando said was out of line. But you both went over a line. You both had too much to drink. Are you really going to throw everything away over one stupid comment he didn't even mean?"

I shrug my shoulders. "That's what I thought" Max says when I don't respond. Well, at least he's honest.

He sighs. "It's going to be all right. Things will work out" Max says, patting me on my head. "Yeah" I stammer, not really believing it. "Do you want something to eat?" Max asks, already making his way to the door. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry."

"A sandwich it is, coming right up" he says as he walks into the kitchen. I grab my lighter to light up another cigarette. Max pops his head around the corner. "And put those fucking cigarets away, you're making my whole house smell" he yells. I sigh and try to discreetly light one up.

"Mia, I'm serious. Put that thing away."

"Fine!"

"My house, my rules" Max says as he puts a sandwich in front of me.

"My knife, your life" I say as Max walks away to grab his food, imitating his mocking tone.

"What did you say?" he suddenly stops.

"Thank you for the sandwich."

"That's not what you said, dickhead" Max laughs.