Skye's POV
I couldn't believe my eyes. Was he really implying that I knew he would sell our story to the press?
I didn't even want to grab my stuff from his house but I had to, everything I needed was laying at his place.
I drove to his house the next day. I sighed as I looked at it. Here's where I found love again and where I lost it at the same time.
Max opened the door, he didn't greet me with his usual smile. He just looked at me. "I'm here to grab my stuff" he nodded as he opened the door a little more. Lando probably told him I would come over.
He didn't follow me as I walked upstairs, he didn't say a word. He just walked to the kitchen.
I guess it was the end of our friendship as well.
I walked in the room where Lando and I definitely spend the most time together. I didn't want to stay here for too long so I quickly grabbed my clothes and stuff and put it in my bag.
His first place trophy from Miami was standing on his desk. I chuckled as I looked at it. Fucking piece of shit meant more to him that me.
I walked to it and looked at it. I smashed it to the ground. It broke in a million pieces. I didn't even feel bad about it.
I walked back downstairs. Max was still standing in the kitchen. "I am leaving, have a good day" I said as I walked to the door.
"He's lost without you, you know" he suddenly said. I stopped walking and looked at him. "I thought he was doing fine?" I put my stuff down as I walked in the kitchen. Max chuckled a little as he shook his head. "He's faking a smile when there are cameras around but trust me, he isn't fine. He is going out every night. He's a mess" he was leaning against the counter.
I felt bad but I just couldn't forget about what he did in Miami. I felt so betrayed.
"I wasn't fine while he was celebrating his win in Miami, but no one cares about that either so honestly Max, I don't really care right now" he quickly looked up, it's like he was trying to figure out what I was saying.
"What?" He just said, I rolled my eyes. It's like my feelings didn't even matter.
"Nothing Max, he told me to grab my shit and leave so I'm gonna do just that" I walked back out of the kitchen and grabbed my stuff.
I was definitely never coming back here again.
