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10. The Other Woman

The Apartment
Saturday evening, a couple of weeks after the promenad
(2003) Max is 18, Liz is 17

Behold! Max Evans has a girlfriend.

Maybe Liz Parker should be happy about this.

Maybe it should please her to know that he was no longer sleeping around, but had actually formed a commitment to one girl.

But Liz Parker was not happy when Max dragged Melissa over to the apartment and she could hear the blonde's giggles echo down the corridor to her room.

It didn't please her to see them making out on the couch as she went to get a glass of water.

Liz Parker was annoyed.

If Max Evans wanted to tickle his girlfriend, he should do so at his own place.

If Max Evans wanted to suck on his girlfriend's face, he should do it somewhere else.

Hearing Melissa's laugh, Liz pressed firm hands over her ears and filled her head with 'la la la la' as she walked to the bathroom.

"Gaaah," she pressed out as she slammed the door shut, not caring if the couple had heard her.

It was just rude. It was just extraordinarily rude to go to someone else's house and make out with your girlfriend on their couch.

She angrily pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. At the back of her head, she knew that she was probably acting like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum, but she just had the urge to stomp her feet and scream.

"Fucking idiot," she mumbled, his face clear in her head. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

She pulled her pants and panties down her legs and stepped into the shower. The water dials, shampoo, conditioner, yes everything, were treated like they had cheated on her. She angrily turned the dials, kicked the shampoo bottle around on the tiled floor, hit the conditioner bottle repeatedly into the wall and stepped on the bottle of shower cream, which spurted the product out into the water, fumes of strawberry-scented cream filling the air.

She felt much more relaxed after the shower. Some people needed to go outside and scream. Some people got drunk. Liz Parker abused her cleaning products and she felt rejuvenated.

After towel-drying her hair, she wrapped the towel around her petite body and opened the bathroom door. Only to be faced by The Girlfriend herself.

"Oh," she said, looking at Liz's freshly cleaned face and wet hair with a glint in her eye. "Hello."

"Hey," Liz mumbled, her eyes darkening as she took a firm grip on the top of her towel so it wouldn't - for some odd reason - fall off.

Melissa slowly raked her eyes down Liz's towel-clad body, a condescending smirk on her face. "Little Lizzie. Didn't know you were here."

Oh, and did Liz mentioned how much she hates his girlfriend? Especially this quality of hers to look down at Liz and make her feel like an insignificant ugly ant.

"I live here," she said, trying not to be too affected by her tone of voice. She could handle this girl. It was just another blonde.

But it wasn't. It was the blonde Max had chosen to be his first girlfriend. There must be something about this girl to have Max sacrifice his playboy status, and that intimidated Liz.

"Yeah, I heard," Melissa said slowly and cocked her head to the side, as if talking to a child.

Liz squinted with her eyes, focusing on the girl's face hard. Maybe her anger could disintegrate the blonde on the spot. That would be cool.