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9. Scaring Mr. Evans

Roswell High School
Tuesday noon
(2003) Max is 17, Liz is 16

Liz stretched the bottom of her shirt out in front of her to look at the stain of mayonnaise firmly planted at the level of her bellybutton.

"Great," she mumbled. "Freaking fantastic."

Sure, a lot of people were cursed with clumsiness, but why did that trait have to rear its ugly head whenever she was around? When she said 'a lot of people', she was really talking about Maria DeLuca. Her New Age hippie friend.

It was the third time this week that Maria had accidently slipped and spilled something on her innocent by-standing brunette friend.

And it was only Tuesday.

Still perusing the stain, she pushed the bathroom door open with the back of her shoulder and crossed the floor to the sink.

Mumbling curses under her breath, she turned the tap on. Being her absolute lucky day, the tap was turned on full force and sprayed Liz's front with cold water. She screamed in frustration and turned the tap off.

That's when she noticed she wasn't alone. She heard a female giggle and the shuffling of clothes. Metal from a belt hit the stall wall and she looked up into the mirror to see one of the bathroom stalls behind her occupied.

Either someone was having a lot of fun in the stall alone... or that someone had some help.

"Freaking fantastic," she repeated and refocused her eyes on her shirt. She pushed some soap out of the dispenser on the wall and started to smear it out into the mayonnaise. "I should teach her how to walk. Can it really be that difficult to put one foot in front of the other?"

She didn't really care if the person(s) in the stall heard her as she talked under her breath. She had never really cared about what people thought and wasn't about to start now. Besides, everyone pretty much took her for an odd person already anyway.

A soft moan echoed in the room and Liz's hands slowed their scrubbing. She scrunched her nose in disgust. "Ugh. Why? Why do these things happen to me?"

There was a soft bang against the stall wall and audible kissing sounds followed by another moan.

Biting her tongue to not scream at them, Liz turned on the tap and started to wash the soap and mayonnaise out of the fabric.

A louder moan broke through the sound of the running tap.

"That's it," Liz grumbled, turned off the tap and twisted the bottom of her shirt with her hands to get most of the water out before she spun on her heels and stomped up to the stall door.

The noises on the other side stopped abruptly as she banged her fist against the door.

"Do you mind?! Could you at least have the courtesy to fuck somewhere else?!"

She stared at the quiet door for another ten seconds, before rolling her eyes skyward and walking over to the hand-dryer to dry her shirt. The dryer drowned out whatever sounds might be happening inside the stall from then on. The door opened just as the dryer had finished one cycle and grew quiet. Before Liz had the chance to wave her hands around to activate the dryer again, a familiar voice made her freeze.

"I should've known."

With narrowed eyes and bile building up in her throat, she turned and locked eyes with her life nemesis, a.k.a Max Evans.

He smirked. "No one is better at ruining my day than you."

Her eyes travelled down his body as he finished buttoning up his jeans. Then she looked at the blonde girl walking up behind him, trying to smoothen her hair with one hand and straighten her wrinkled shirt with the other.