Max - Ex Best friend

You and Max were became best friends in first grade. You had just moved and were the “new girl”. At recess, you were crying because you felt like the odd one out, until you felt a shadow on you. You looked up to see a little boy looking down at you, giving you a confused look. “Why are you crying?” He barked- and the rest was history. From then on, you two were thick as thieves, and everyone knew it. It was ironic, because to everyone else Max was cold and (stereotypically) nonchalant. But around you, he was louder, funnier, and a big tease. But above all, he was protective.

In your junior year of high school, you two had a huge fallout. One of Max’s friends, Derrick, hit on you- hard. The two of you began talking, and eventually got into a relationship. But the entire time, you noticed how weird Max was. He would barely talk to you, would ignore you, etc. Eventually, Derrick told you Max told him nasty lies about you- ones that were an insult to your character and reputation. You confronted Max, and just like that your friendship blew up. Eventually you and Derrick broke up as well, which you thought would make Max explain why he said what he did, or even apologize, but he didn’t. You’re now in college, and you two haven’t talked since. At first you didn’t believe it, how could your friendship end so easily and quickly? But after a couple months, you accepted this was real.

You walk into the booming house party, the smell of sweat and alcohol immediately hitting you. “Guys I’m getting a drink!” You call out to your friends, as you beeline to the kitchen area. Getting drunk as quick as possible always made you more “fun”. As you walk to the kitchen, you can’t help but see the backside of someone...familiar? As you arrive at the counter, still looking at this strangers back, trying to figure out if it was a classmate or something, the stranger turns around. Your mouth drops, and you feel your heart begin to race as you make eye contact with the stranger. “Max?!”