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Wiping the blood from her temple and heaving in pain, Maxine tried to disinfect the wounds Carter had caused. When she got home, she immediately went to the bathroom and threw up her guts and empty stomach before staring at herself in the mirror. She probably had a broken rib or two, and bruises on her back, in addition to the one on her cheekbone and the others on her arms. "Dipshit," she said after spitting blood into the sink and pulling out compresses for her temple. The alcohol tingled but it was only the beginning of a long suffering, she was planning to shower afterwards, to remove all traces of this man from her.

Again in front of her mirror, Maxine looked at the disaster on her head, she didn't even know that it was possible to cut hair with a knife. It was awful, she thought, but she was determined to make something beautiful out of it. Armed with a pair of scissors and sitting in her sink, the black haired began to cut her wet hair into a short wolfcut.

Black turtleneck and baggy blue jeans, her weapons to hide her bruises, in addition to her black leather jacket. Unfortunately, she hadn't found a way to properly hide the bruise on her cheekbone or the redness on her knuckles, but hopefully no one was going to notice. Her new hair hid the bandage at her temple and if you didn't look at her carefully, no one could see that she was injured, which was perfect.

"I like Alina, she's really adorable. And you know what? Yesterday, we went out just the two of us, on a date, the whole day. We went to a carnival and then we babysat her nephews together. She was laughing in the haunted house and screaming in the roller coaster, "Zach was telling his best friend about his evening, a smile on his lips and the images in his head while Holly, who was in front of her locker,  the one next to Oliver's, was trying not to vomit her breakfast. "We may have made out a lot in the Ferris wheel, like a lot, and then we went to her house-," Holly slammed her locker door sharply before speaking up. "I don't want to know if you guys slept together or not" The older twin frowned and looked at his sister. "We haven't, you perv," he said before going back to talking about his date with Alina. Oliver closed his locker as well, then leaned against it before cutting his best friend off. "So you completely forgot about Maxine and the night you spent together? You're not going to get us together here and tell us how much you loved having her in your arms and how much it reminded you of before?" The smirk on the corners of the light-skinned pink lips grew as he saw the captain of the Sharks huff and then respond like a child. "I, no, it's just that... I was lost and... What the actual fuck?" The curly stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on Maxine. "Zach?" Holly tried to snap him out of his thoughts but jumped when he walked quickly towards the black haired.

In front of the mirror she had hung inside her locker, Maxine was checking her face again without seeing the brunette who was coming towards her like a fury. "Max," his voice almost started her. "Why? What would you do that for?" The black haired girl's eyes kept blinking without a word coming out of her mouth, saying she was confused was more than an understatement. "I mean, it looks good on you, you look good, but I thought you worshiped your long hair...?" A sigh of relief failed to come out of Maxine's mouth, who felt herself breathing again when she saw that he hadn't noticed anything. "Well, I needed a change. You know, just like when I left Texas," she said looking Zach in the eye, a grin at the corner of her lips. She wanted the curly to go away, to pay no attention to her, to her visible wounds. Zach's face almost dropped as he remembered how his ex-girlfriend had cowardly left him without words, letters, or goodbyes. His fists clenched in his jacket pockets as the words and the painful rumors about the black haired had reached his ears. "So, ..." His eyes were fixed on Maxine's and as he was going to weakly answer, he noticed what his ex girlfriend absolutely wanted to hide. Quickly, Zachariah grabbed his ex-girlfriend's chin and inspected her face before letting her go. "Max, what the fuck happened to you?"

"You should see the other... It's nothing, a stupid fight at a party," she said, hoping to make him forget what he had just seen. The brunette huffed before grabbing Maxine's arm and dragging her down the halls after slamming her locker shut. "Zach? Zach, stop, it's okay. Zach!" Without listening to a word, the captain of the Sharks led the black haired girl to the empty school infirmary before he closed the door behind them. He faced Maxine and looked at her without saying anything for several seconds. "It's nothing, you shouldn't worry. Besides, you know I can handle a fight or two, you should be wondering about the other and not me" The brunette laughed dryly before answering. "I don't give two shits about the other, I want to know what happened. I know you're fucking lying, Max. After years of relationship, I know when you're talking shit to me" The black haired girl rolled her eyes and sat down on the small bed in the room before removing her jacket, then her sweater "Maxine," Zach said, coldly "I'm just showing you the rest, no weird move," she said, lifting her hair then turning around, showing her bruised back. Zachariah sighed then opened several drawers, looking for some pomade to soothe the pain "Who the fuck did that?"

"He's no one, just a jerk" Maxine brushed her hair back and sighed as she sat down on the bed in the infirmary. "A jerk who clearly wanted to punch the shit outta you. This is a fucking reckoning, or revenge, this isn't just an argument at a party for looking at the wrong person. So Maxine, tell me the truth, what happened?" The brunette looked his ex-girlfriend straight in the eyes, really wanting to know who was trying to hurt her. Unable to look away from his clear orbs, Maxine answered softly. "Carter..."