YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 115.

"I was fucking Molly. I was fucking Molly. I was fucking Molly." Her words repeat themselves over and over as I try to calm myself down before meeting my co-workers in the lobby. After having a slight breakdown,  I dot the corners of my eyes with a tissue and grab my purse. I should have known she was toying with me, I should have known that she was still messing around with Molly. Hell, she was probably sleeping with her the whole time she was "dating" me. How could I be so stupid to force myself upon her after all the things she has done to me? I almost believed her last night when she said she loved me, why else would she drive all the way to Seattle? Because she is Max and she does things like that to mess with me. She always has and always will. I can't help the guilt I feel for blurting out that I kissed that guy, or the way I basically blamed Max for last night when I know I wanted it just as much as she did. I just don't want to admit that to her or myself.

Thinking of her and Molly together makes my stomach churn. If I don't eat something soon, I will vomit. Not only from my hangover but from Maxxy confession. I know I am not being completely rational, I kissed another man, a random man at a club but she slept with someone. Molly out of all people, I despise her. I can picture her now with her stupid smirk, knowing that her sleeping with Max again would torture me.

"Chrli!" Trevor calls from the other side of the lobby. I don't remember the trip down here, I was too distracted by my thoughts to be aware of my surroundings but luckily I managed to arrive in the lobby on time.

"Good morning." He says and hands me a cup of coffee.

"Thank you. I am so sorry for Max's behavior last night." I say quietly.

"It's okay really. She's a little ... intense..?" Trevor says and I almost laugh.

"Uhm yea.. intense." I mumble and take a drink of my coffee.

"Kimberly and Christian will be down in a few minutes, she is running behind." He smiles and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

"Is She still here?" He asks.

"No, she left. She won't be coming back." I try to sound like I could care less.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask in attempt to change the subject.

"Yea, I was worried about you." He says.

Trevor's eyes travel to my neck and I move my hair to make sure my mark isn't showing.

"Worried? Why?" I question.

"Can I ask you something? I don't want to upset you." His voice cautious.

"Yea.. go ahead."

"Has she ever.. you know.. she hasn't ever hurt you right?" He looks at the ground.

"What? We fight a lot so yea, she hurts me all the time." I answer him.

"I mean physically." He mutters.

I snap my head to the side to look at him. He didn't just ask me if Max puts her hands on me?

"No! Of course not. She would never do that." I cringe at the thought.

"I'm sorry.. she just seems so violent and angry." I can tell by the look in Trevor's eyes he doesn't mean to offend me.

"Max is angry, and sometimes violent but she would never, ever hurt me. Not physically at least." I feel an odd wave of anger towards Trevor for accusing Max of such a thing. He doesn't know Max. Then again neither do I.

We stand in silence for a few minutes until I spot Kimberly's blonde hair coming toward us.

"I really am sorry. You should be treated much better." Trevor says as our company joins us.