YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 147.

"Long time no see Max." Molly smiles.

"Yep." She takes another drink from the cup and her eyes move to me.

"Oh, I didn't see you there Charli." She sarcastically remarks.

I ignore her and Sam hands me a new drink, obviously I will not be getting the other one back from Max.

"Did you miss me?" Molly asks.

She has more clothes on than usual but she is still barely clothed. Her black shirt is ripped down the front, purposely I assume. Her red shorts are incredibly short with tears in the fabric to reveal her pale skin.

"Nope." Max says without looking at her.

I bring the cup to my lips to hide my smirk.

"I'm sure you did." She responds.

"Fuck off." She groans.

"Geez, someone is pissy." She rolls her eyes.

"Come on Charli." Max grabs my hand and pulls me away.

We walk to the living room, leaving an annoyed Molly and a laughing Sam in the kitchen.

"Charli!!" Addison squeals as she jumps up from one of the couches.

"Damn girl! You look so hot! Wow!" She compliments.

"I would actually wear that!" Addison adds.

"Thanks." I smile.

It's a little awkward seeing Addison but not nearly as bad as seeing Molly. I have honestly missed Addison and I am hoping that tonight goes smoothly enough that we can explore the possibility of rebuilding our friendship.

"I am glad you came." She hugs me.

"I'm going to go talk to Louis, stay right here." Max instructs before walking away.

"Rude as ever I see." She laughs loudly over the loud music and party goers voices.

"Yea.. some things never change." I smile and gulp down the remainder of the sweet drink in my cup.

I hate to think about it but the taste of cherries reminds me of my kiss with Zayn. His mouth was cold and his tongue sweet. It seems like another world, another Charli, who shared a kiss with him. As if Addison could read my thoughts she taps my shoulder.

"There's Zayn, have you seen him since... you know?" She asks, pointing her zebra printed nail at the black haired boy.

"No.. I haven't seen anyone really. Except Max."

"Zayn felt like such an ass after everything. I almost felt sorry for him." She says.

"Can we talk about something else please?" I beg as his eyes meet mine and I look away.

"Oh yea, shit sorry. Want another drink?" She asks.

"Yes definitely." I smile to minimize the tension.

I glance around the kitchen to Zayn was previously standing but he is gone.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and look back at Addison who is staring into her cup. Neither of us know what exactly to say.

"Let's go find Tristan." Addison suggests.

"Maxxy.." I begin to say that she asked me to stay put but she didn't ask, she demanded. I tip back my cup emptying the remainder of the cold drink into my mouth. My cheeks are already getting warm from the alcohol running through my veins. My nerves are slightly more calm as I reach for yet another cup before following Addison into the living room.