YOU 1 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 70.

As I drive away from Zayn's apartment I take a second to think about what I am doing. I know I left Zayn to go find Max, but I really need to think about what will happen next. Max will either say terrible things to me, curse at me and make me leave or she will admit that she has feelings for me and that all these games she has been playing are just her way of not being able to deal with her feelings and express them in a normal way. If the first situation happens, which I mostly expect it to, I will be in no worse of a state than I am in now. But, if the second happens am I ready to forgive her for all the terrible things she has said and done to me? If we both admit the way we feel about each other will everything change? Will she change? Is she capable of caring for me the way I need her to and if so, am I capable of putting up with her mood swings?

The problem is, I can't answer any of these questions, not a single one. I hate the way she clouds my thoughts and makes me feel unsure about myself. I hate not knowing what she will do or say. I pull up to her house, this damned fraternity house that I have spent way too much time at. I hate this house. I hate a lot of things right now and my anger towards Max is almost to its boiling point. My car is parked on the street and I rush up the steps and into the crowded house. I head straight for the old couch Max is usually perched on but I don't spot her mop of hair, I duck behind a heavy set guy before Addison or anyone else spots me and I rush up the stairs to her room.

I bang my fist against the door, annoyed that once again she has her door locked.

"Maxxy! It's me, open the door!" I yell and continue to pound again. No answer. Where the hell is she? I don't want to call her to find out, even though that is obviously easier than trying to find her but I am angry and I want to stay angry so I can say what I mean and not feel bad about it.

I call Liam to see if Max is at her fathers, but she isn't. The only other place that I know to look is the bonfire but I doubt he would still be there. I don't have another option right now so I drive back to the stadium and park my car. I repeat the angry words I have saved for Max over and over to make sure I don't forget any of it in case she actually is here. Almost everyone has left by now, the field is nearly empty and the fire is almost out. Just as I decide to stop looking, I see her leaning against the fence by the goal post. She is alone and she doesn't seem to notice me walking towards her as she takes a seat on the grass, she wipes her mouth with her hand and when she removes it, it is red. Is she bleeding? Her head snaps up as if she can sense my presence, the corner of her mouth is bleeding and the shadow of a bruise is already forming over her cheek.

"What the hell?" I say and kneel down in front of her.

"What happened to you?" I ask her. She looks up at me and her eyes are so haunted, my anger dissolves like sugar on my tongue.

"Why do you care? Where is your date?" She growls. I roll my eyes and move her hand away from her mouth, examining her busted lip. She jerks away from me but I bite my tongue.

"Tell me what happened." I demand. She sighs and runs her hand over her hair. Her knuckles are busted and bloody. The cut on her index finger looks deep and very painful.

"Did you get in a fight?" I ask.

"What gave you that idea?" She snaps.

"With who? Are you okay?"

"Yea, I am fine now leave me alone."

"I came here to find you." I tell her and stand up, wiping the dead grass off of my jeans.

"Okay and you found me so go."

'You don't have to be such an asshole, I think you should go home and get cleaned up. You might need stitches on your knuckle."