cassie: I thought it would be easier to have Max and Michael's friendship pick up from where it left off 6 years ago for the pure reason of I had no idea what I could have written in regards to the two of them!
Besides, I thought that as the story progressed, it might help to have a guy in the mix who knew both Liz and Max quite well and didn't care about Max's family connections etc.mica: That's a great question! Yes, there is an obvious connection between Kyle and Ava, however, due to the fact that I don't like either of them in this story (not a big fan of Tess period, come to think of it. Actually, my view of Emilie de Ravin dropped after I saw her as Tess
) I don't think I'm going to be exploring their past. Although, I'm sure that near the end, they'll pop up again...Alien_Friend: The original story had double dates in it, but I thought that if I dragged out the M/A and L/K parts any longer, the frantic masses would revolt and boycott my story. So I changed it
I hope you like the way the story progresses though.begonia9508: I liked Kyle in the show from Season 2 through to the end, but he played the part of a jerk so well in the first season that I thought he would suit the role in this story. Ava is definitely a woman who, while extremely satisfied with Max (who wouldn't be) can't help but keep an eye on the 'scenery'.
:DreamerMaxBehrian: In hopes that you can keep up to date on the story, I'll try to email you the next chapters (as well as 10 & 11) so when you're able, you can leave your pages and pages of feedback on the site
Hurry back soon!Addicted2AmberEyes: Kyle is a control freak and while he's not as rich as Max or Ava, he prides himself on only mixing with the socially acceptable. In this case, those who frequent bars do not fit this category. I'd love to hear your ideas!!
thetvgeneral: Thanks for reading Steph!
FrenchDreamer: I tried writing Chapter Eleven a number of times, each one beginning with the continuation of the Kyle/Ava match up from Chapter Ten, but it just wouldn't flow. So I figure, who cares right? The story is about Max and Liz... let's 'kill' off the significant others and get to the good stuff!
Although, I'm playing with the idea of some Kyle/Ava information in later chapters.katydid: Tess changed her name after High School in a bid to sound more glamorous and sophisticated. Pity it didn't work
Queenie_Zan7: It's been my experience that guys act differently around different types of girls. I think this is a case of that with Kyle/Liz and Kyle/Ava.
BehrObsession: Who said that Kyle/Ava need to renew anything?
Michelle in Yonkers: I'm glad you were able to catch up! Kyle running for public office. There's an idea with merit. Kyle didn't go to High School with Max, Liz, Maria, Michael and Tess/Ava, but has known Ava for the last few years. Let's just say that Ava has lots of mileage. Liz isn't saving herself either, she just isn't driven by sex. That's mainly because I'm not all that comfortable writing it
But when the Max/Liz sex scene comes up (and it will ) there will be no 'waiting until it can be picture perfect'. Besides, can you really see Kyle as a guy that anyone would want to voluntarily jump? sunrise102: I have no idea if Max will go to any extraordinary lengths to make amends, although he'll definitely continue to show Liz that he's not usually such a meaniehead, that he's really quite charming and considerate
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rowedog: Yet again, BIG SHOUT OUT to you for your diligence as my beta. Also for the 'Where the hell are you?' email that I received as the proverbial 'kick up the butt' to post this update!
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Chapter Eleven
Part One
"We're going to take a break, but we'll be back soon."
Unstrapping his guitar, Max carefully put it onto the stand near the speaker and rolled his shoulders. Taking a mouthful of water from a bottle near the speaker, he looked out over the audience. The lights had been brightened somewhat, taking the attention off the stage and the noise of people talking, laughing and the clinking of glasses could be heard quite clearly.
"So Max, where's Ava tonight?"
Giving a small smile, Max looked at Jake, the drummer, who'd asked the question.
"Um, she had a headache. Couldn't make it."
Shrugging at the smirk Jake aimed in his direction, Max couldn't help but feel angry at Ava's excuse. Every night he performed, she had a different excuse. She could at least have come up with something a little more believable. She had come to the first couple of shows, but hadn't been for months. If the guys in the band hadn't seen her the first couple of times, they would have thought that Ava was an imaginary person.
Jose, the bass guitarist, slapped Max on the shoulder as he walked past.
"Her loss buddy. At least it leaves you free to hit on some of the honeys. And man, are they out in force tonight!"
Max watched, smiling widely, as Jose headed to the bar where 3 girls who couldn't have been that far over the legal drinking age, sat. He wasn't a man to cheat on his fiancee, however, as he glanced at the booth where Liz, Maria and Michael sat, he couldn't help but feel pleased that Ava had begged out of tonight. Signalling Louis at the bar for a beer, he gestured at their booth before heading over to them.
"May I have a seat?"
Liz smiled up at him and gestured to the seat next to her, recently vacated by Kyle. Relaxing beside her, he sighed deeply and rested his head against the back of the booth. He loved being up there, seeing people singing along with his songs, enjoying the music they played, but it was nice to step out of the limelight, take a seat and relax.
"You sounded good up there Evans."
Accepting the beer he ordered, he smirked at Michael across the table.
"You sound surprised Guerin."
"Well, it's not like you were known for your musical talents in high school Maxwell."
Nodding in agreement, Max couldn't argue. He didn't 'discover' music until College, and found it to create a nice balance between the grueling studies of Law. Turning his attention to Liz, he raised an eyebrow in question.
"And you Liz? Did it sound better here than it did through the walls?"
Playing with the straw in her now empty glass, Liz glanced at Max, taking in his appearance before replying.
"I enjoyed it more than I thought I would."
Smiling widely, Max felt strangely pleased at her admission. Maybe it was because Ava hated it so much, or because he somehow, on a subconscious level, valued Liz's opinion, but nonetheless, he was glad to have her approval.
Moments passed in silence as Max relaxed and Maria noticed that Liz was trying not to pay too much attention to the man sitting beside her, smiling as she watched her yet again sneak a glance at Max. She had always wondered whether the tension between Max and Liz throughout high school was the result of something else, but Liz had been quite adamant that she felt nothing other than contempt for the rich, yet extremely attractive Max Evans.
Looks like things have changed.
Maria couldn't deny that she preferred Liz to be with a man like Max when compared to her current fiancé Kyle, but Liz had always been a girl who needed to make her own decisions. The more you pushed, the more she wouldn't budge. She had to come to her own conclusions in her own time. From what Liz had told her that afternoon, Maria thought that Liz was on the verge of ditching her no good fiancé, but she wasn't sure if her thoughts were leading towards Max, or just the realisation that she couldn't marry Kyle Valenti.
Thank God for small miracles!
Nudging her husband, Maria batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly.
"Honey? Could you please get me another margarita?"
The Michael Guerin that Max remembered was fairly rough around the edges, spoke his mind and didn't display much, if any, emotion. Not even for Maria. But it seemed marriage had changed him.
"Sure."
Quickly dropping a kiss on Maria's lips, Michael got out of the booth and headed to the bar. Maria took the time to look at Max, long enough for him to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"I hear you're engaged Max."
"Yeah."
"Who to?" Maria asked, knowing full well who he was engaged to, thanks to Liz's confession session that afternoon.
"Ava Harding. You might remember her as Tess in High School."
"Oh yes, Tess. How did you end up with her?"
"I'm sure you know that Mr Harding and my dad are partners in a law firm in town, and when I came back from College and started working there, they thought it would be nice if we dated. One thing lead to another and here we are."
Or should I say here I am. Max thought to himself, mentally making note of how over the time of their engagement, Ava was changing into someone he wasn't particularly fond of. But he had given her his word, and he was loathe to break it.
"Hmmm." Was the only thing that came out of Maria's mouth as Michael slipped in beside her. Handing her her drink, Michael took a mouthful of his beer before turning his attention to his old friend.
"So you move back to Roswell and you don't tell me?"
Rolling his beer bottle between his hands, Max shrugged.
"We kind of drifted apart Michael so I wasn't sure that you would really be all that interested that I was back."
"Max, we've been friends since forever. It's always been the Max and Michael show. Why would now be any different?'
Laughing out loud, Max felt the most relaxed he had in ages. He couldn't remember being as carefree and happy as he was right now. His never ending feud with Liz seemed to be giving way to an easy friendship and he was picking up his friendship with Michael, seemingly from where it left off. He knew that Ava wouldn't be happy about that, but as far as he was concerned, he couldn't give a shit. He was happy, and that was all that mattered.
"Liz, I thought you said your fiancé was here tonight."
Liz bit her bottom lip and frowned, replaying in her mind where he was now.
"He was. I think he might have left though just before you took a break."
She looked around the bar, trying to see whether he was still around somewhere, but knew that the chances of that were extremely slim.
"I think he's gone."
And I have yet another argument to look forward to later.
Maria looked at her best friend sympathetically, knowing that once Max returned to the stage, she needed to have a good talk with Liz about Kyle. A decision needed to be made. Listening to Max and Michael talk, Maria mentally thought about what she could do, if anything, to make Liz and Max realise that there was something growing between them, that had the potential to be something better than what they both currently had with someone else.
"It will be another hour before I leave after we finish, but I'm really glad you could make it tonight. And more importantly that you're enjoying it! Maria and Michael, it's been great catching up with you and Liz, thanks again for coming. I'll catch up with you later."
Getting up from the booth and heading towards the stage, Max was stopped by the sound of his voice and the feel of an arm wrapping around his waist.
"Hi sexy."
Ava. Forcing a smile on his face, he turned to her and dropped a kiss on her upturned lips.
"Ava, what are you doing here? I thought you had a headache."
Pressing herself up against him, she shrugged.
"I did, but I know how important tonight was to you. I didn't want to disappoint you."
The silence from Max was almost deafening and Ava knew that he was quite upset at her continual refusal to support him in his music.
"So, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"
Looking over her head, Max took a breath before answering. He didn't particularly want to, but she wasn't going to let it go. If he didn't introduce her, she would think something was up, and make a big deal of it.
Taking her hand, he took her to the booth he had just left.
"Excuse me guys, my fiancé, who just arrived, wanted to meet you."
Gesturing around the table, he made the introductions as quick as he possibly could, not wanting to subject them to the sharp tongue that Ava liked to use around those she felt were less fortunate than herself.
"Ava Harding, this is Michael Guerin and his wife Maria and her best friend Liz Parker."
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she gave a fake smile in greeting.
"A pleasure I'm sure. It's so nice to see that my Maxie has a nice little bunch of groupies."
Plastering herself to the side of Max, she ran her hand over his chest and looked up into his face adoringly.
"I just hope he manages to get this out of his system by the time we're married. With his career and running of the firm, he won't have time to mingle with the people of Roswell's lower end of society. No offence."
Apologising to Michael, Maria and Liz with his eyes, Max dug his fingers into Ava's arm, and turned away from the group, walking her towards a darkened corner near the stage. Turning his back to the crowd in the bar, he backed Ava up against the wall. Remembering their frantic coupling at her apartment only a week ago in a similar fashion, Ava thought that Max would take her right there and felt herself get turned on more than she thought possible at his exhibitionism. Easing her arm around Max's neck and threading her fingers through his hair, she moved herself against him, planting her lips against his before being pulled roughly away and being held at arms length.
"Ava! I don't care what you think of places like these or the people who frequent them, but if you're rude to my friends again, we're through. Understand?"
Stunned at his actions and the fury vaguely hidden beneath his voice, Ava could only nod. She had never seen him angry, his laid back persona making it hard to believe he ever could be, but the man in front of her meant business, and she felt slightly worried that this time, she'd stepped over the line.
Letting her go, he walked to the stage and once again took his place.
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Part Two
When Liz had returned to the store after her lunch with Max, Maria hadn't had to force any information out of her best friend. In fact, Liz had been a fountain of knowledge about everything that had happened with Max Evans. You couldn't deny that her eyes lit up with every mention of Max, something she had never seen when she spoke about Kyle, and that was enough for Maria to decide that Kyle needed to go, now more than ever.
Liz had told her of their talk on the balcony late last night, of the talk they exchanged about their fiancés as well as the kiss. Maria knew something had to have happened, the way Liz had arrived at work happier than she had ever seen her and with a smile that could have rivaled the Grand Canyon. But seeing Max with his fiancée, Maria couldn't help but feel the same stopping of her heart as she glanced at her best friend. To the others around them, there would be no noticeable difference in Liz's appearance or body language, but Maria could tell that Liz felt let down in some way.
Oh chica, I'm so sorry.
Covering Michael's hand on her thigh, she gripped it tightly as she tried to draw his attention to Liz's dilemma. She had told him everything when she got home, and while she didn't know what she wanted him to do about it, she knew that she needed to feel like he understood how she felt about it.
Which he did.
Maria watched with interest as Max refused to make proper eye contact with Liz after Ava arrived and while he looked like nothing was amiss with his relationship with Ava, to anyone else, she could see that the relaxed man she had seen earlier that night was suddenly behind a mask.
Watching Max leave the table with his fiancée, Liz suddenly felt riddled with guilt for her slowly growing attraction to him. Funnily enough, the guilt wasn't because of her own fiancé, but the fact of his. Until she met her, his fiancée was just a faceless name, but now, whether Liz liked her or not, Max Evans' fiancée was a real person, and one who seemed to be fixated on the man she was engaged to marry.
Sighing quietly, Liz excused herself from the booth and made her way to the bar. She would stay for the rest of Max's set, then she'd go home. Before then however, she wanted to enjoy the rest of her evening, spending time with Maria and Michael. The emotional assessment could come later.
She was engaged to Kyle. She knew it, she was happy about it, and most importantly Max knew it. They hadn't lied to each other about their relationship status and they hadn't really done anything inappropriate apart from that one kiss last night. So why did she feel so guilty and like she had just found out that the guy she had a massive crush on was taken?
Massive crush? When did severe dislike become a crush?
Smiling at Louis behind the bar, Liz reached for the offered Fruit Tingle and put the straw between her lips. How could this have happened? When could this have happened?
When he picked you up off the side of the road and carefully made sure your ankle was okay.
Liz realised that she needed to talk to Kyle. She needed to set a date for their wedding. She couldn't keep putting it off. She needed to take that final step and make a commitment. She would call him when she got home.
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Part Three
As soon as Max and Tess left the side of their booth, Liz dropped her head onto the table and groaned.
“How could I be so stupid?” She muttered to herself, her mind working overtime.
Shooing Michael out of the booth, Maria quickly moved to Liz's side and wrapped her arms around her best friend. After a Long Island Iced Tea, a strawberry daiquiri and now a Fruit Tingle, her best friend wasn't having an easy time of reigning in her emotions. Especially those confusing ones she had realised she was having for Max Evans.
“Lizzie, you're not stupid honey. You're exceptionally smart. Things are just complicated right now.”
Lifting her head from the table, she enveloped herself in Maria and sobbed into her shirt.
“One kiss, and I'm thinking that it might mean something. That maybe I should break up with Kyle and see what happens with Max and I.”
Wiping her face, she looked at Michael.
“I know she told you what I told her at work today Michael, so I want an honest opinion from a man's point of view.”
“Okay.”
Elbows on the table, head resting in her hands, Liz looked at Michael for a few moments before asking her question.
“Should I marry Kyle Valenti?”
Glancing at Maria, Michael took a swig from his beer bottle and thought carefully before replying. His response determined whether he would be getting lucky later in the night.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Shifting uncomfortably on the seat, he leant forward to meet Liz halfway across the table.
“Because he doesn't make you happy Liz. If you're going to spend the rest of your life with someone, you should be with someone that gives you a reason for waking up in the morning. Kyle is the sort of guy who would only invoke fantasies of first degree murder. Or grievous bodily harm.”
Liz and Maria couldn't help but giggle at his comment. While Kyle wasn't fond of Michael, it wasn't particularly a secret that the feeling was mutual.
“And you don't think Kyle does that for me?”
Michael shook his head.
“Maybe when you first started dating, but since you've been engaged definitely not.”
Liz looked at Maria, question in her eyes.
“He's right chica. I've been telling you that he's not good for you for months. He's been a pain in the ass about the store, about you moving back to Roswell and he treats you like you're his servant or something. Tell me you don't think that's what love is supposed to be!”
Slipping down into her seat, Liz covered her eyes with her hands.
“I agree that it's not the best example of love, but it's what I have. I would give anything to have what you guys have, but Kyle's the only guy who's offering. It's not like I'm getting any younger.”
Rubbing Liz's arm in comfort, Maria nodded.
“Elizabeth Parker, while you may have not had the best of luck in the dating department, you do not need to settle for a guy like Kyle. You told me that the kiss you shared with Max last night was the most you have felt in a year. Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Then, even though Max is seemingly happy being engaged to Ava, it means that you're looking for more than what Kyle can give you. And for that reason alone, you should break up with him.”
“He's not happy.” Came a quiet comment from across the table.
“Who's not happy?”
“Maxwell. I would say that he's not happy. The look that crossed his face when that blonde chick wrapped her arm around his waist was not one of a man deliriously in love. It's my experience that when you're engaged to the girl you want to spend the rest of your life with, you should be happy to see them.”
“Your point?”
“He wasn't.”
Shaking their head in confusion at Michael's streak of insight they looked at each other with clarity of understanding.
“So chica, what's the game plan with Kyle?”
Liz bit her bottom lip, holding her left hand in front of her, watching the light shine on the engagement ring that Kyle had given her. She remembered her grandmother's words of advice.
“Honeybear, if you're not 100% sure that he's the man for you, don't get married.'
“I'm going to end it. It wouldn't be fair to keep it going.”
Squealing in delight, Maria threw her arms around her best friend.
“Liz, this is the best decision. Really it is. Michael, get the bartender to give us some champagne. This is something that needs to be celebrated.”
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Part Four
The first thing Liz noticed as her headlights swept across the driveway she shared with Max was the gray Lexus parked on his side.
Probably Ava's she thought as she put her car in park and turned off the ignition.
Reaching over to the passenger seat, she grabbed her bag and got out of the car, not locking it until she had unlocked her front door. Flicking on the lights, she closed the door before walking through to the kitchen and placing her bag and keys on the table, hitting the rewind button on her message machine.
Listening to the few messages that had been left for her, Liz went to her bedroom and got ready for bed before returning to the kitchen and making herself a hot chocolate. She made a note to call her grandmother in the morning about going to Albuquerque and spending some time with her as she took her drink and the cordless phone back into her room.
Settling herself on her bed, Liz took a few cautious sips of her hot chocolate before dialling Kyle's number. She knew that together with the still unresolved argument from last week together with him walking out of the bar tonight, this was not particularly a phone call she was looking forward to making. That was depending on whether he would actually take her call.
"Hello?" Surprisingly, his greeting sounded almost pleasant and gave her hope that whatever his problem was, was now gone.
"Hi sweetheart. It's me."
"Oh. Hello."
Liz's hopes were dashed when his tone got so cold, it was pretty much freezing.
"Are you calling to apologise Liz?"
This wasn't how she had planned the conversation going.
"Excuse me? Apologise for what?"
"For showing me disrespect at that bar tonight Liz. I've never felt so humiliated. I'm your fiance Liz. Not some random guy you're on some date with. I can only imagine what people must have thought."
"What people must have thought? Kyle Valenti, are you even listening to yourself? What happened to the sweet and gentle man that I met years ago? The one who was happy just to be able to spend time together?"
"Well, Liz, I guess that man got sick of playing second fiddle to his fiancée. It was time for him to step up and be a man, be THE man in the relationship."
"Kyle, you were never second fiddle--"
"Then you decide to move to Roswell, without my permission, while I'm out of town no less, and expect me to be Mr Supportive. How did you think I would react Liz? We're engaged to get married. As your husband, it's my job to provide for my family. How can I provide for my family, if my wife lives in a completely different town? With my work, travelling back and forth between Roswell and Albuquerque doesn't work for me."
"Kyle, would you let me speak?"
"No Liz. You always get to have your say. I think it's your turn to listen for a change. I have a standard to uphold. People expect certain things from me. My parents, my family, my workmates, my friends. When I first me you, I thought you would help make that future. You were smart, attractive, quiet natured, things that would make you the perfect wife. The perfect person to stand by my side as I made a way for myself. How does it look when you leave town while I'm away? What kind of impression does that make?"
"I didn't think that--"
"Exactly Liz. You didn't think. You never think. You just act. You're beginning to get impulsive and that's beginning to concern me. Is there something I should know? I feel like you've been distancing yourself from me in the last few months, and the move to Roswell only confirmed that. Last night made it even more clear."
"What do you mean is there something you should know? There was no reason other than the business opportunity with Maria for the reason why I moved back to Roswell. As for distancing myself from you, that's something I could ask you Kyle."
There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the phone before Kyle responded.
"I don't know what you're talking about Liz."
Liz gave a short, humorless laugh. This conversation was bordering on ridiculous.
"Fine."
"Good."
"Great."
Now they had been reduced to arguing teenagers.
"I'm going to ask this question for the last time Liz, and I need a definite answer."
"Okay."
"Have you decided on a date for our wedding?"
Liz traced the pattern on the duvet with her finger, her mind ticking over slowly.
"I guess that's my answer then."
The sound of the dial tone shook Liz out of her thoughts and she wordlessly touched the end button on the phone before placing it on her bed stand. She felt relieved that everything was over, but at the same time, she really did wonder what happened to the man she knew as Kyle Valenti. The man she had been talking on the phone with was not the man she became engaged to, and she refused to believe that the change in his personality in the last few months had anything to do with their relationship.
"I guess it's not my problem anymore."
Finishing her now cold hot chocolate, Liz got under the covers of her bed, turned off the lights and settled in to get some sleep. First thing in the morning, she would call Maria and ask her to come over. But for now, the pull of sleep was too much to ignore.
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Part Five
An hour later, Max pulled into the driveway and saw both Liz's Jeep and Ava's Lexus. The lights were off in Liz's apartment, so she was probably asleep already, but he could see a faint light coming through the closed blinds of his living room window. After tonight, we wasn't looking forward to seeing Ava again so soon, but there was little he could do about it as he parked his car and made his way to the front door, guitar case in hand.
The front door was unlocked, and when he entered the living room, he saw a trail of clothes that lead down the corridor and he could only guess it went into his bedroom. Leaving his guitar next to the front door, he slowly walked to his bedroom, already knowing what he would find once he got there.
"I thought you'd never get home handsome."
Laying in the middle of his bed was one very naked Ava Harding with a bottle of champagne on ice next to the bed and a bowl of chocolate dipped strawberries on the bed stand.
"Aren't you going to join me?"
As Max began to respond, he watched as Ava seductively bit her index finger before running it down the valley between her breasts, across her ribs, down her flat stomach and up over her hip. Like any red blooded male, Max couldn't help but watch the journey of her fingers but instead of getting aroused like he usually did, he felt like he was watching some sort of cheap stripper in a private booth at a strip club.
"Get up Ava."
Smiling cheekily, Ava got up onto her hands and knees and began crawling towards the edge of the bed, where Max was standing.
"How do you want me Max?"
Rolling his eyes, Max turned away and reached for the closest piece of her clothing that he could find, which was her bra and panties. Skimpy as they were, he doubted that it would even make a difference to her current state of undress, but it would be 2 pieces of clothing closer to getting her out of his apartment. Throwing it at her, he left the room.
"Get dressed Ava and get out."
Confused, Ava put on her clothes and followed Max into the living room, where he thew her skirt and top at her before reaching for her bag which was lying on the sofa. Opening it, he took out her car keys and found the one for his apartment. Now fully dressed, Ava stood near the front door, watching Max as he took the key off her keychain before throwing her bag and keys at her.
"Max, what are you doing? Are you still mad at me for tonight?"
"I'm only going to say this once Tess. Get out of my apartment and don't come back. If I see you on my property again, I'll slap you with a restraining order."
"What is this about Max?"
"It's about realising that this engagement between us is a complete joke. I should have stuck to my original impression of you, and ignored the pressure our parents put on me to marry you."
Walking backwards out the front door, Ava tried to talk Max out of his decision.
"Look, it's been a long night Max. We had an argument, and you're still angry about that. There's no need to make any rash decisions right now. Let's just take a couple of days and let things calm down. Then you'll realise that we are meant to be together. You'll see."
"No Tess, I won't see. This isn't a spur of the moment decision. It's something that's been on my mind for a while now."
"But--"
Max rested his hands against the frame of the front door and sighed deeply.
"Just leave Tess."
Realising that Max was being completely serious, she could feel the last shreds of her sanity slipping away. No one did this to her.
"NO!" She screamed, throwing her hands into the air and stomping her feet on the cold pavement, her bag hitting her arm as it flew around.
"YOU CAN NOT BREAK UP WITH ME MAXWELL EVANS!"
The graceful airs she had about herself were completely gone, and the spoilt brat that she was showed her true colors. Screaming in anger, she stomped over to her car and threw her bag and shoes across into the passenger seat.
"YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!" She screamed again, her anger flaring up even brighter as she reached into the garden alongside the driveway and picked up a stone.
Raising her arm, she threw the stone at the window of his living room, the sound of breaking glass only serving to fuel her anger even more. Still not satisfied, she reached for another, this time throwing it at his Corvette, smashing the front windscreen.
Somewhat calmer, Ava turned to face Max, taking the time to smooth her messed up hair.
"You're not as great as you think you are Max. You think you're this wonderful person, but you and I both know that you're no better than me. That's why we're so good together."
Getting into her car and starting the ignition, Ava put the window down and gave a parting comment.
"You'll be back."
Reversing too fast down the driveway, the wheels of the Lexus squealing as she took off. Running both hands through his hair, Max looked up into the night sky before rubbed his hands over his face and venturing to look at the damage Ava had done. The great thing about glass was that it could be repaired fairly easily. But he was still a little scared to look at his car. They could wait until the morning. He just wanted to get some sleep before he dealt with the aftermath of Ava's temper tantrum.
