Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[13] playing games but not in the fun way

Hello! Welcome to this very long chapter (4300+ words).

So I think this one will be kinda fun. Towards the end at least :)

TW: self-harm (kinda, idk if it actually classifies as that), talk of bullying&abuse

Enjoy!

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Lucy's diary

Little life advice for future-me: Do not and I repeat DO NOT go to an overnight stay at someone else's place before informing yourself about the sleeping arrangements!

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Once he was standing in the arched doorway to the kitchen, seeing Lucy sitting on the counter, emptily staring at the opposing wall, Max wasn't sure why he'd followed her.

To make sure she was okay? He didn't even want to interact with her, let alone get close to her.

Talk about last weekend? God, no. Max wanted her to forget that ever happened.

Crack a joke? Hm, maybe that would be a decent idea. That would defeat the no-interaction rule, but the longer he stood there, the bigger the chance would be that Lucy would discover him just staring at her... which would be really fucking creepy.

»Really, a kitchen counter is where you flee to?« His voice sounded much more hostile than he meant it too and Lucy flinched.

Oh my god, why does everything I say to her sound like an insult?, Max cringed at himself, but tried to overplay it by crossing his arms, leaning against the marble arch.

His presence seemed to confuse Lucy. For a moment she stared at him, then she attempted to jump off the counter, embarrassed by Max's comment.

»No, no! Stay!« He exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. »I didn't mean it the way it came out.«

He should stop jokes. They never worked as Max was apparently unable to deliver them correctly and that was after he'd made progress. Before he'd had Danny as his team mate, the Dutchman had basically been incompetent with humor.

Slowly, her eyes on the man at all times, Lucy settled back out. She was chewing on her bottom lip, an anxious tic. How could she not be?

Here she'd snuck to the kitchen, hoping for some peace and quiet to reassemble her nerves, when all of a sudden Max Verstappen shows up. A man she did not have a great track record with.

He was so unpredictable and Lucy almost feared what this interaction would turn out to be. Another chance for him to tell her how much he disliked her - probably.

Her grey eyes followed Max as he entered the kitchen, taking a seat on a small, round table. They were a couple feet apart, but Lucy didn't fail to notice Max's eyes wandering through the room, eying anything but her.

Where is uncomfortable mood stemmed from, she couldn't quite tell. Last Sunday, maybe. Or the phone call he'd clearly overheard earlier. Of course it could just be about Lucy in general. The real question was, what he was doing here when he obviously did not want to be around her.

Still chewing on her now sore bottom lips she eyes the man again. He was sitting with his legs spread, both of his feet placed on two of the chairs standing around and his elbows propped up on his knees. For just a moment too long Lucy's eyes lingered on Max's bare forearms, following the prominent veins running through them.