Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Present time

Birthday

"Thal! Oh. My. God! You look fab!" Bailey jumps out at me from behind my moms car.

"Jeez, Bailey. No need to scream. It's just a dress." I laugh.

"But. You do look FAB! Oh my god. Thalia." Bailey grabs on to my arm and squeezes.

"Ow, Bailey." I wince.

"What? Oh sorry." She grips on to the edge of her skirt.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Sorry to take attention away from your birthday, babe, but that slut is talking to Derik again!" Bailey glares over at Courtney and Derik.

"Bai, she's just talking to him. It's not like they're gonna sleep together! I mean he is your boyfriend." I unlatch her fingers from her skirt and hold them in mine. "It'll be fine."

"Okay... I should go over there and like kiss him or something..." She starts walking towards them.

"Wait! Bailey! Bad idea!" I jog and catch her hand. "Bad idea, Bai."

She sighs. "You're right. Bad idea."

"I always am." I smile and wink at her.

Bailey winks back. "You are. Let's go inside." She turns and I follow her inside the school.

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"Happy birthday, babe!" Christina runs up to me and tackles me in a hug.

"Thanks!" I reply.

"Oh! Look at what I got you!" She thrusts a perfectly wrapped white box with a silver bow on top.

"Yay!" I pull off the bow and stick it on my bag.

"Screw the bow and shit! Just open it, slut!" Christina giggles.

"Fuck you, Chris! I'll do what I want because it's MY birthday. And you're a slut, not me." I laugh.

"Ah you got me again. Oh, one of you wanna come with me to Planned Parenthood to get checked again?" Christina says.

"Jeez, Christina! Who'd you sleep with this time?" Bailey asks her.

"Your brother!" She laughs at Bailey's shocked face. "I'm kidding. This guy named Max. Maxwell is his full name, but who wants to scream Maxwell during sex? Anyways, he just moved here."

"Ew. Did not need to know that. Oh my god!" I finally got the white box open, and shut it as soon as I saw what was in it. "You dirty hoe!"

"What did she get you?" Bailey asks me.

"She got me a fucking dildo!" I whisper in Bailey's ear.

"EW! Christina! You are so gross!" Bailey screeches.

"What, it's not like shes gonna get the real thing for a few more decades." Christina says.

"Oh my god, you bitch!" I slapped Christina's arm.

"Kidding! Kidding. Oh my god." She throws back her golden hair and laughs.

"And we're at school. I can't believe you got me that!" I shove the box in my bag.

"I'll meet you by your car after seventh period ends right?" Christina asks me.

"Duh. We're going to my place! And getting pizza and doughnuts and redbull and all the foods that you don't like!" I tell her.

"Ew. I can't believe you two still eat all that greasey, fatty foods!" Christina says, disgusted.

"Well, we'd rather eat fatty foods and get fat than go down on a guy and eventually get pregnant!" Bailey states.

"Hey. I haven't had a false alarm in a few months so no need to go to the whole 'I'm gonna get pregnant' stage. Yet." Christina snaps.

"Okay... Well, I'll see you two at four!" I walk away.

Oh my god. Thankfully I've know them for three years or I would've ran if I'd met them today.

"Hey, Thalia," a fimilar voice calls out to me.

I freeze. With my eyes wide, I slowly turn around.

Max is behind me, leaning up against the lockers. "You know, it's rude not to reply when someone says hello."

"What are you doing here?" I blurt. I glance around, looking for Danny or Eric.

"Didn't you hear from Christina? I just moved here." He winked at me. "You're looking good since you left."

"You slept with Christina." I say, still shocked that he's here.

"Yes, I did." He pushes off the lockers and walks over to me.

I back up. Into a corner. Shit.

Max looks down at me, and raises a hand to my face.

I flinch back, as far back as I could in to the corner.

He pushes a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear and leans down. "Danny's missed you." Max tilts his head towards my lips.

"Like hell he has." I push him back and run down the hall. Thank god I wore flats instead of heels.

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