The Red Car

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"She makes me so angry sometimes!" He exclaimed, taking a bite of his eggroll.

"I should have stopped her." PJ said, taking a sip of his water. " I saw her drinking another beer but I didn't think she had chugged four other ones before that one."

"She's crazy, bro." Bobby said, stuffing his face with lo mien.

"She's, I don't even know anymore." Said Max, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "A handful?"

"Up to you what you want to do, Max." PJ said. "You guys have been together since the end of freshman year."

Max sighed. "Yeah but we've been official for only four months."

"Way I see it Bro, you got it in- took her out, if that ain't couple material, call me Billy." Bobby said, mouth full of noodles.

"I guess you're right." Max said, "I just have to brush this off."

"Eating without me?" Mocha stated, taking a seat next to Bobby.

"You took too long." Bobby said, grabbing one of Max's eggroll.

"I didn't baby," PJ said, smiling. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's why you're so cool." She said, taking some rice and feeding it to him. "And I almost killed a girl going to the bathroom, she looked so frightened."

"I woudn't blame her, you're one scary dude." Bobby said.

"What happened?" PJ asked.

"I just bumped into her, but she looked as if she had seen a ghost or something. Her names Roxanne." Mocha said, taking a sip of PJ's water.

"What?" all three guys said in unison.

"Red hair?" asked Max

"Curvy?" Bobby asked

"Shy?" PJ asked.

Mocha put her hands up in the air, her sign that they should take it easy.

"Yes, to all those questions." She said. "What's the big deal?"

"That's Max's Ex-girlfriend." PJ said. Max took a gulp of his soda. His throat had gone dry all of a sudden.

"It can't be her," he said. "She moved away."

"Yeah, didn't you guys stop talking after the Prom Incident?" Bobby asked.

Max nodded. The image of 17 year old Roxanne came into his head, seeing her walk away as he stood by the gym, a slap across his cheek. That was the last time he had ever heard from her.

He felt sad every time he thought about it. Everything was a blur, but what he did remember was Chloe, the girl that had kissed him in front of the whole senior class, Roxanne included. He should have pulled her away, but he didn't know what got a hold of him.

Oh, yeah. Everyone was cheering. She was Prom Queen.

He focused back on his food. "Yeah, that wasn't her. There are a lot of red heads on this campus. Take Jasmine for instance."

"Yeah," the three others agreed. Mocha shrugged and went back to eating her food. Max had lost his appetite. He grabbed his skateboard from under the table and got up.

"Where yah goin'?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, Max, eat." PJ said, knowing Max's gestures all too well. "I know you're upset, but not eating won't help anything. Let Jasmine be. She'll be sorry tomorrow."

"I'm not hungry." He said, and walked away. Once outside, he got on his board and began to skate, the street lamps turning on. He passed by the library, remembering his first year here, studying late with his dad.

I wonder how he's doing. He thought, skating away. Goofy had married Sylvia, and she had moved in with him, so she didn't work at the library anymore. It was too far of a commute.

As he crossed the street, he saw a dark red car zooming towards him. Before he had time to react, the car hit him and he went flying, his elbow hitting the pavement hard. He screamed out in pain, and watched as the car drove away, turning off it's headlights.

"Fuck," he screamed, feeling the pain soaring through his body. His head was pounding, and he felt something cold tickling down his face. His eye sight became blurry.

"MAX!" he heard a voice, but couldn't make out anything. He saw a figure run towards him, coming out of a black car. He blinked several times, trying to stay conscious.

"Oh, my gosh! Stacey get help!"

He saw her face. He could make out her mole, her bushy red hair.

"Stay with me, Max." She said, holding his head up.

Everything went black then.

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