YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 114.

My alarm shrieks through the room and my head immediately begins to pound. When I try to sit up I am weighed down by something...someone. Oh no. I snap my eyes open to find the familiar tattooed skin of Max sprawled across me. She has her head on my stomach and her arm wrapped around me. Oh my god. What the hell?!

I try to push her off without waking her but she groans and slowly opens her eyes. She closes them again and lifts herself off of me, untangling our legs. When she opens her eyes again she doesn't say anything, she just watches me like I am some sort of predatory animal. The image of Max thrusting into me relentlessly and me calling out her name play through my thoughts. What the hell was I thinking?

I want to say something but honestly, I have no idea what to say. I am freaking out inside, having a total meltdown. As if she senses my struggle she climbs off the bed, taking the sheet with her to wrap around her naked body. Oh my god. She sits in the chair and looks up at me standing by the bed, dressed in only a bra.

"Say something." She instructs.

"I.. I don't know what to say." I admit. I can't believe this happened, I can't believe Max is here in Seattle. In my bed, naked.

"I'm sorry." She says and her head falls into her hands.

My head is pounding from the excessive alcohol I consumed only hours ago and the fact that I slept with Max last night.

"You should be." I say and she tugs at her hair.

"You called me."

"I didn't tell you to come here." I say, I haven't decided how to handle this. I haven't decided if I want to fight with her, to kick her out or try to handle this like an adult.

"You were drunk and I thought you were in trouble or something, and Trevor is here." Her voice travels with me as I walk into the bathroom.

I turn the shower on and look into the mirror. On my neck is a deep red bruise. Freaking hell. As my fingers run over the sensitive mark, my mind travels to Max tongue on my skin. I must still be a little intoxicated because I can't think straight. I thought I was moving on and here she is in my room and here I am with a massive hickey on my neck like some wild teenager.

"Charli?" She says and enters the bathroom as I step into the hot water.

I stay quiet as the scolding water rinses off my sins.

"Are you... are you okay with what happened last night?" Her voice cracks.

Why is she acting so weird? I had expected a cocky smirk and at least five snarky remarks the second her eyes opened.

"I.. I don't know. No, I am not okay with it." I tell her.

"Do you hate me.. you know even more than before?"

The vulnerability laced through her voice tugs at my heart but I need to stand my ground. Everything about this situation is a mess, I had just started to get over her. No you didn't. My subconscious mocks but I ignore her.

"No, it's about the same." I tell her.

"Oh." She says and I rinse my hair one last time before turning the water off.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I swear it." She says. I grab a towel off of the small rack and wrap it around my body. She is leaning in the doorway in only her boxers, her chest and neck littered with red spots, just like my neck. I am never drinking again.

"Charli, stop ignoring me. I know you're probably pissed off but we have a lot to talk about."

"No we don't. I was drunk and called you, you came here and we had sex. What else is there to talk about?" I am trying to stay as calm as I can. I don't want her to know the effect that she has on me. That last night had on me.