Oh my god, guys. I am so overwhelmed with school and shit that I haven't been thinking of even putting my fingers on the keyboard to write. I got recommended to this really prestigious program for "intelligent" people and I basically have to do ten hours of community service, maintain a 3.5 GPA or higher, have a character reference to send in, and be a goody two shoes for the rest of the year in order to get in. DO THEY THINK WE'RE ROBOTS?! I managed to slip in one chapter for you guys in between piles upon piles of homework, study sessions, piano lessons, and social life. Okay, okay, I'm done ranting. Enjoy this chapter of Forgive and the music I've paired along with it! Goodbye and I appreciate your existence! ~S.R ;)
SONG: XO /// ARTIST: EDEN /// I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! ;3
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Previously on Chapter Fifteen on Forgive...
"I'm Krista," she introduces. "Max's girlfriend."
Your jaw drops. You look at Eli for a reaction. His jaw is dropped as well. Holy shit.
Eli excuses himself by running into Tim's room. "Good luck with that mess," he whispers as he passes you.
You ignore him once again.
You walk up to her and stop beside her. The two of you observe each other for a moment before both turning back at Max, who had guilt written all over his face. The both of you raise an eyebrow.
"Explain," you and Krista say at the exact same time.
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(Y/N)'s POV
"You- you have a girlfriend?" I ask, stuttering a bit.
Max nods, low-spirited. He turns his attention to Krista. "I didn't know you'd be back so early, Cheese. You look awesome."
"Mr., you're trying to change the subject," she points out. "And I came back early because there was a work emergency with my mom and we all had to fly back. By the way, I always look awesome."
I giggle then revert my attention to the ginger. "Why didn't you tell me that you had a girlfriend?"
"Well, I- I don't know why."
"I am this close to punching the wall, Maxwell LaPlume," I say, putting my index finger and thumb close together to portray my patience. Krista nervously laughs before smiling.
"Let's not do that," she comments in between short chuckles. "I don't think we formally introduced ourselves. I'm Krista or known as Cheese in the Mithzan community."
I laugh. "I'm (Y/N) or known as Stella Bottomless III in the Mithzan community.
We shake hands and we start to talk about ourselves. She showed me her Instagram feed, which was on point. I showed her my Tumblr, which mainly consisted of memes and anime references. She's so cool and pretty. No wonder Max is dating her.
While Krista and I were making pleasant conversation, I see Max attempting to exit the room. Suddenly, a hazelnut-haired, glasses-wearing, coffee-hating dude stops him by pushing him closer towards us. It was Ross, who had big dark bags under his eyes from recording and editing. He effortlessly jostles Max back into the room, where Krista notices the tired squirrel.
"Hey, Ross!" she exclaims, excitedly.
Ross's eyes sparkle when he hears the voice and glances at her before trotting up to her and giving her a short hug. "Hey, Krista. You're back so soon."
"Work emergency," she briefly utters as she grins from ear to ear.
Ross rubs his eyes and yawns. "It's good to see you, dude. I would love to ask you about your trip, but I'm really tired. I was actually going to the kitchen to get a Mountain Dew when I ran into the escaped convict over here." He points to Max, who annoyingly growls.
"Yeah, this guy's in for 'refusal to cooperate or ability to answer simple questions'," I add, smirking slightly.
Ross and Krista laugh; Max rolling his eyes instead.
"Well, later, guys. I have to go edit," Ross says before grabbing a Mountain Dew and quickly enclosing himself in his room, leaving only the lying ginger, the cool girlfriend, and the awkward nerd to themselves.
"You're going to have a lot to explain, Maximum," I say.
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