The Diary of the Devil

The Diary of the Devil [15]

"The most dangerous element in society is ignorance." -Anonymous

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Yo, yo, yo, mah peeps! It's meeee in da house. which really makes no sense but I was bored and felt like being gangster.

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Blake wasn't very happy to learn about Max's new place. He said it was "giving me room to make my move." And I said "foo, if I wanted to make a move I could've done it in the eighteen years I've known her."

That didn't make him very happy. Today I learned a valuable lesson. If I go against a guy who's bigger me I'm going to end up with a black eye and a bruised lip. 'Nuff said.

So then my mom got pissed and called Blake's mom... and it was just this huge, exhausting problem. And then that was why when I got to Max's motel room I immediately fell onto the couch and groaned into a pillow.

Max was really quiet. I looked up at her. "You okay?"

She gave a pathetic little shrug. I sat up straighter and leaned forward. "You can tell me," I coaxed.

For another moment she was silent. Then she suddenly asked, "Do you think I'm meant to be with Blake?"

Startled, my eyes widened. My hand unconsciously touched my split lip. I honestly wanted to tell her to break up with him. But I didn't want her to be sad. This could very well be a test of some sort. 

I blew out a breath and looked up, clasping my hands between my thighs. "Well..."

She rolled her eyes. "Just answer the damn question."

I sighed. Back to our old ways, I guess. "Truthfully?"

She gazed at me intensely, complete seriousness in her eyes. "Yes."

I hesitated, and I could tell she was getting impatient, so I finally answered with the truth. "No."

"No?"

"No, I don't think you and Blake were meant to be together. Please don't hit me." I raised my arms over my head, expecting a slap, a punch, or something like that. But she only scoffed and stood up to examine her face in the mirror.

"Do you think... I'm-" she cut herself off and shook her head dejectedly. "Never mind."

But curiosity got the better of me. "Wait, what? Tell me."

"Do you think I'm... ugly?" Her reflection looked really vulnerable, and I know it would make me an ass to laugh at her right now, but I couldn't help it. A hoot of laughter escaped my lips before I could think any better and stop it. Her face immediately hardened and she crossed her arms, cocked her hip, and quirked an eyebrow.

"Laugh some more. Go ahead, I dare you." She glared venomously at me. I stopped laughing but the amused grin never escaped my lips.

"Max, look in the mirror. Do you see any ugly qualities at all about your face?" She didn't answer, only stood in front of me, looking at, but not really seeing, her reflection. When she still didn't say anything, I sighed dramatically and pulled her shoulders around to face me.

"You're beautiful," I began, not knowing what I was saying or where this was going. "Don't for one second think otherwise. Okay?"

"But-"

I pressed a finger to her rosy lips. "You're. Perfect," I stressed. "How about I let you hit me? Maybe that'll make you feel better." I smiled cheekily.