Resurfacing Passion & Pain || MV1

Chapter Nine

LIGHTS FLASHED IN THEIR EYES as Amayah and Max entered the airport. The paparazzi and media put two and two together from Max's instagram post that they were leaving Canada tonight.

Amayah took her sunglasses off, blinking continuously to make her eyes stop hurting from all the bright lights they had just went through. "I think we should discuss our timing of instagram posts," she told him, her voice was harsh...

"You're the one who told me to post that."

"No. Carter texted you saying to post something, I just helped on what to post." she tried to defend herself, "it's the timing that sucked ass. Now there's about a million photos of us walking into the freaking airport."

He looked down at the figure skater. She looked paranoid from all the flashing lights that were still coming from outside. And most of all, she still had bloodshot eyes from their fight earlier that evening. "Let's get going," he said, nodding over to the plane gate, hoping that would end his misery.

The security line went by fast, and as soon as they got done with that, the two of them headed right towards the gate, entering the plane with no trouble.

Neither of the two spoke a word to each other the entire flight.

Earlier, Amayah had came back to the hotel room after getting some air and packed all her. Max tried to talk to her when she got back, but Amayah refused. And it's lasted until they were off the plane, when they were walking towards their rental car.

Amayah was muttering something underneath her breath while watching something, so of course Max peaked interest in whatever it was. "Is that the daily news?"

"Mhm. Look what their fucking saying about us." she said, handing the phone to him.

Max grabbed the phone, turning the volume up so he could hear what they were saying better.

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'Max Verstappen and Amayah Alvarez have been seen again, out in public at a Barcelona football game, which according to our sources is Amayahs favorite football team.' reporter 1 (Sandy)

'Like I've said before. I think this is all complete bullshit. The two are both hot headed athletes who clearly have no concern about others, which makes it quite impossible for them to be together. I reckon this is a PR stunt' - reporter 2 (Robert)

'A PR stunt? Damn Robert, that seems pretty unreasonable on their part—" -reporter 3 (John)

'It seems pretty clear to me that this relationship is fake. First of all, Max is on the break of losing his seat at Red Bull if he continues to act so reckless. No way in hell would he start dating Amayah, who's basically the slut of the ice skating world. It gives him a horrible name, and can farther fuck over his career, unless their PR managers made an agreement to help fix both their careers all at once. Second of all, we've seen these two out together, but there's been zero intimate interactions between the two. They look like strangers forced to sit by one another' - reporter 2 (Robert)

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Max slowly handed back the phone, his eyes never leaving Amayahs. Hers gave away every emotion she tried to hide.

"This isn't how it's supposed to be going—"

"Of course it's not Max! God, I'm so fucking stupid," Amayah groaned, running her hands through her hair, "I should've known people would see right through our lies." she said, keeping the same pace so she could get to the rental car as fast as possible before anyone spotted them.