PASSION |ON HOLD|

Chapter 27

Alexis

It's been three days since I last saw Max. Truth be told, I'm worried but I have too much pride to go looking for him. I can't tell him to get out and still go after him, that would be disrespect on my own person. He needs to know that this isn't the movies where I'd automatically begin to depend on him just because I say I'm in love. Love is not blind, it's very much awake and it needs a lot of sense otherwise you'd just end up hurting yourself.

I'm on my way to the studio. I mean the art studio. They retained me when I finished learning. My contract with them is to come here every three months except December since they expect me to be with my family during Christmas. Living in Grand Arts estate really makes working at the studio easier because I don't have to pay rent and the distance from my apartment to my work place is short so I can walk there.

Crossing the double glass doors, I immediately feel a sense of ease. That's always what happens when I'm surrounded with art, I feel free. Another thing I love about this place is that it's quiet and the people here actually read so the smell of new books is always there to welcome me each day.

The receptionist growls at me in her usual useless manner when I pass her. For some reason, she hates seeing me here. I don't know if it's because she's racist, she's mad or she just thinks I'm a threat to her. Whatever her problem is, she shouldn't let my ancestors descend on her.

I ignore the piece of shit and go to the art room James put out for me. It's like my personal hive. James and I decorated it to suit my taste so that I could be more comfortable. He's been so much of an elder brother, that man. He does everything within his power to make my stay here comfortable and happy, if only his girlfriend could be like that, but that's a story for another day.

Inserting my key in, I see that the door isn't locked. Funny. I locked it the last time I was here. Don't be paranoid, Alex, maybe James needed something. James has a spare key to my studio but he normally doesn't use it. He prefers to take things, if needed, when I'm around. Oh well, maybe it was an emergency or something.

I push the door open and meet the first annoyance of today. No wonder my day was going surprisingly well, my enemies were just preparing me to see this: Max, Khaled, Sam, and Renée and the witch, Sierra. The annoying part is seeing Max. Seeing Max with his damn arm around Sierra.

Whatever wi happen should happen. I'm tired of this. See why I don't like relationships? They come with too much stress. I mean, Sierra didn't hit on him until I came around? Smooth move. No wonder they say village people know exactly when to strike.

I enter, leaving the door open like I always do. "What are you guys doing here?" I ask staring straight at the cause of my anger.

Renée raises an eyebrow. "Aren't we allowed to come see you again?"

"You are but we have something called the reception," I reply.

"What's up with you?" Khaled asks. I rub my temples vigorously. I know I'm being unnecessarily rude but seeing Sierra naturally pisses me off. Seeing Max is pissing me off. Seeing them together like they'll die without each other is making me feel like murdering somebody.

"See why I said I don't like her?" I hear the witch say. "She's so rude, like she doesn't have home training." Look at a hoe saying that I've got no home training.

"Sierra that's enough now," Renée scolds. Max, who hasn't said a word since removes his arm and turns to take a look at her, then looks back a me.

I clap my hands. "Okay, guys, you've overstayed your welcome. Please leave now that I'm asking you nicely. Oh, and take your bitch with you."

Not surprisingly, they refuse to leave and just sit there. Time for plan B. I get to work mixing paints, I had already brought out my drawing board and set my canvas. I bring out some feathers for collage and drop them in the paint. Next, I go up to the couch they are sitting on and ask Sam, Renee and Khaled to move away a little. I don't want them to get splattered. When they're far enough, I pour the entire paint and feather mixture on Max and Sierra.

"You bitch!" the hoe says.

"Good, we've come to terms with that. Now get the fuck out," I say, nodding my head towards the door.

"Alexis," Max says with a look of shock on his face. He hasn't seen anything.

"I said get out."

He nods and then leaves. For some reason, I didn't exactly want him to leave but there's nothing I can do about that. Their friends follow them out the door. Finally, I can get some work done. However, I can't concentrate as tears run down my face. I thought I was in love but here I am crying over someone who isn't worth my tears. Well, if he wants Sierra, he can have her. I can only give him one more chance to rectify this and that chance will expire soon. I hope nobody blames me if this doesn't work out.

A/N
Hey people! Another update is here. I don't know for you people but I'm planning to make Max pay dearly. Nobody hurts my own Alexis. What do y'all think of this chapter? Thanks to all of you who have been giving me mind blowing reviews. I love you all.
Bye,
Diane.