When We Meet Again

Chapter 11 | Buzzing Nicknames

                                                                           Hailey's POV

*Flashback Begins*

I watched in a dazed euphoria as the butterflies flew around us and the birds sang their melodious tunes. The sky was a bright blue and the sun shined down on our faces, making the picnic all the more fun.

"I know, I know!!" cried Max. For the past ten minutes he'd been trying to get the perfect nickname for me. After three years of friendship at the age of five he realized that best friends were supposed to have nick names for each other.

"What?" I asked.

"No, no. It's no good." He said, his smile fading.

I just rolled my eyes and continued walking around Mr. and Mrs. Stevens big backyard garden. I strolled past the pretty flowers brushing my hands past them, not knowing all their names but enjoying the pretty colours.

A bumblebee appeared out of nowhere and landed on one of the flowers, its buzzing sound echoing through my ears. I screamed in horror.

"M-Max!! BEEE!!" I hollered.

He cocked his head to the left, looking at me with an amused smile plastered across his face, then came over and shooed the bee away.

"Scared-y cat!" he mocked, puffing his chest out in pride of what he'd accomplished.

All I did, was wonder why the bee didn't stab him and kill him, like my cousin Jack said it would.

Then he looked as if lighting struck him.

"YES!! I KNOW!!" he said excitedly, a smile etched on his face making me wonder if it would ever leave.

"What?" I droned.

"I'll call you BEE!" he said, joyously.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "NO! Why would you call me that!?"

He looked a little hurt, but he shook it off.

"Because you're scared of Bee's, silly! And because your middle name is Elizaabet! So Bee, for short!!" he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I don't like bumblebees. There big, ugly and scary!" I retorted.

"I think they're cute and you're cute too. So I'm gonna call you Bee." He said showing his toothy grin.

I blushed. "And I'm gonna call you Ax!" I said, smiling mischievously.

"Ax? Why?" he asked scratching his head. Then he snapped his fingers.

"Hey, isn't that what daddy uses? Like a perfume???" he asked quizzically.

"Yea. And you need it cuz you stink!" I said, holding my nose and giggling.

"HEY!! I DON'T!!" he shouted, chasing me across the garden, but before we knew it we had collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles and our laughter echoed through the neighborhood.

*End of Flashback*

All the happiness and cheerfulness was long gone, replaced with an everlasting rage that was unquenchable.

"So you do remember me." I stated calmly. My entire stature had gone rigid and tensed.

"Aw, c'mon Bee, don't be like that! I will always remember you." He replied, nervously.

"Of course. No wonder you always called me, texted me and not to mention when you came back you were so friendly!!" I said, my voice laced with sarcasm.

"I-I can't. I mean I won't . I mean—" he stammered, but I ignored him.

"You didn't even send me a friend request on Facebook!" I cried out, so deluded by rage that my thoughts were in a jumble.

"How did you even know I had an account??" he asked quizzically.

"Doesn't matter." I said. Actually, when I had told Tasha about Max for the first time she went all girly and checked him out on Facebook. I didn't give a damn.

"Did you stalk me?" he asked, smirking.

"I don't stalk assholes." I replied curtly, folding my arms together.

His jaw visibly clenched and the smirk was wiped off his face. I smiled inwardly. Good, now he feels guilty.

I will never forgive him, I chastised.

"Something came up, okay?" he said, his hands clenching and unclenching.

"What!?" I asked angrily my mouth immovable by fury. A person can't just brush off eleven years of friendship just because something came up.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk to you any longer." He said, uneasily. Each word came out like a shard of glass and all of them hit the target, my heart, dead on. He was like Katniss Everdeen, his words being the arrows. She never missed. Neither did he.

His words tore me to shreds. Tears were already falling. My resolve was slipping. My closest confidante, my best friend was throwing away all our years of friendship. All the memories we made together was going to dust.

He even managed to make it sound as if they never happened.

"So you're just going to throw away all those years of friendship?" I asked, my face ashen.

"If I must, yes." He said stoically. If this was a mask, he knew pretty well how to do it. But I doubted that.

I stood there shock over taking my entire system. I was seeing red. My anger turned into fury and that turned into pure hatred for one person. The person standing in front of me. Max.

I steeled myself for what I was about to do.

"I don't think I even know who you are Maxon Andrew Dexter Stevens." I said, pronouncing his fourth name as profoundly as possible. He flinched.

Our friendship was based on that name. In daycare, he was being teased by it and I stood up for him. We shook on it that I would never call him that as long as we were friends and he said that he would never make fun of my hair.

Looks like things change. 

"Looks like our friendship has officially been broken." he stated.

"So it has, Stevens. So it has." I said, stepping closer to him, my shoulder length fiery hair swaying in the wind.

Suddenly his face softens and he glimpses at my neck, the necklace of a bumble bee he gave me all those years ago catching his view. The only trinklet left of our so called "Never ending" friendship. Never again will I ever trust this sorry excuse of a human being.  To think that I almost liked the fellow in a different way. My mouth felt dry and a vile taste entered it.

"Bee! No, I--" he started.

"I hope I never have to see your sorry excuse for a face ever again!" I cried. Then my fury took over me, my eyes saw red and I balled my fists. After which I did something I came to regret soon after. I punched him, square on his jaw. And the way he recoiled, clutching his face in agony proved that my punch had hit its target. 

I have never, ever punched anyone before in my entire life. And as he stood there rubbing his jaw cursing, I felt guilt and shock consume me. Soon, I felt a pair of hands wrap around me and the last thing I heard was was Sharon's voice before I succumbed to the darkness that had been slowing calling me from the back of my mind.

"Oh God, she fainted!!"

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