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chapter nineteen (act one finale) above and beyond ♡
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The last time Yulette Tasse had talked to Max Mayfield was about a month ago ; everyday at school they'd walk past each other as if they never even met... it was sad. Nobody knew what had happened between them, but the party knew something was off with them.
Max always avoided the topic or left the room when Yulette's name came up. On the other hand, Yulette always perked up when Max's name came up.
To be honest, she felt horrible about it. What if it didn't end up like Sofia? What if Maxine Mayfield was different? What if she actually cared? Yulette had crushed the potential between them. They had gone through so much trauma together, but it didn't matter. Max would never be the same after her.
Max really did think Yulette liked her, but all she did was hurt her. But now she didn't know. Max would go above and beyond for Yulette ; yet all she did was break her heart.
What did Max do to deserve that? Nothing. All she ever wanted was for Yulette to care back... but she wouldn't ; she didn't care back, that was the problem. Max blamed herself for the friendship ending. All she knew was that it was her fault. She kissed her, she didn't like it. She ruined everything... maybe if she waited longer it would've worked out. They had only met a week before, but they had been through so much with each other.
Did that not matter?
It was the day of the Snow Ball, Yulette didn't really want to go but her mom basically forced her to go. After all that happened with the Mind Flayer, her mom was actually a lot laid back - but Yulette had been more distant than ever... she wasn't the same. She ruined everything.
Amelie brushed through her daughters hair, Yulette stared into the mirror ; watching her mother softly brush her curls. "Alors... tu vas au bal avec quelqu'un?" Amelie asked her daughter, continuing the brush through her daughters hair. She wanted her to tell her the truth, that she liked girls and liked Max - Amelie had already knew for a very long time. She didn't care if her daughter liked girls, or if her son liked boys ; why should it matter? (TRANSLATION: So... are you going to the dance with anybody?)
