5| You Deserve Much Worse Than That
5| You Deserve Much Worse Than That
"Ava?" Max says, in disbelief.
My heart goes crazy at him saying my name again and I have to try hard to stop the shivers from going down my spine.
“Let go of me, Max,” I demand, glaring at him.
Max looks a bit taken back at first but then his eyes narrow at me.
“No Princess, I don’t want to.”
I glower at him, trying to get out of his hold. “Its always what you want. Just let go of me.”
“No.” He growls out.
Ugh, not even 2 minutes in his presence and I already want to kill him.
I guess I’ll have to find another way to get out. I internally smirk as I come up with an idea.
Stopping my struggles, I try to calm myself down.
Max looks at me with admiration and love. He looks like a man who has been deprived of water for a long time. He looks at me like I’m his salvation.
Whilst I look at him like I want to murder him. Which I do.
His eyes assess me, awe shining in them as he fully sees my face. He studies everything, engraving it in his mind.
Whilst he’s distracted, I lift my leg up and knee him in the balls. Immediately, he lets go of me and I escape.
I step back to see Molly looking at us in confusion. She has no idea what’s going on right now and to be honest, neither do I.
Why would Max look at me like that? He broke my heart, he ripped it out of my chest and crushed it. He should know I hate him. He shouldn’t even like me, he ruined me.
“That wasn’t nice princess.” Max groans out, narrowing his eyes at me. I shrug my shoulders, not caring.
“You deserve much worse than that,” I state.
“Ava, what I did that...”
“Don’t even talk about it.” I hiss and he stops, his eyes looking upset.
We stand there in silence, me glaring at him whilst Max gives me a hopeless expression. I notice Molly keeps glancing at the two of us, trying to work out what’s going on.
“I still love you, Ava. What I did two years ago was...”
Once again, I cut Max off. “Let’s go, Molly.” And with that, I grab Molly and drag her off with me.
I can feel his eyes on me, watching me leave. I can also feel majority of the students here looking at me with curiosity. If they didn’t know me before, they do now.
I glance at Molly to see her frowning at me. Once we make it out of the cafeteria, I let go of her and run a hand through my hair. I can’t believe I just saw Max. That is one massive, horrible coincidence. What did I deserve for this to happen to me?
“Ava...” Molly softly says and I look at her. “What just happened?”
I sigh and walk over to a locker to lean on it. I think I need some support to keep me up.
"That was something I hoped would never happen.” I coldly say, crossing my arms.
Molly sighs and bits her lip. “I need more than that.”
I really want to tell Molly but I don’t know how to. I’ve only told one person the full story about what happened two years ago. Instead, I kept it inside of me. that way, I thought I could forget about it and move on. Keeping it hidden, trying to forget it seemed like the best option. But now, now that I go to the same school as him, I don’t even know what I’m going to do. I can’t really forget now.
“Molly, I don’t know how to...” I look at her defeated, tears on the verge of spilling. I can’t believe I’m going to cry, especially after vowing I would never shed a tear over him again.
Molly rushes over to me and hugs me, her vanilla scent flooding my nose. It comforts me, her scent making me feel safe.
The tears start to escape my eyes, despite my efforts and trail down my cheeks. Not long after, I start to sob.
I absolutely hate crying but what I hate—no, despise—is crying in school. If a crowd of people start to walk past now, I will die in humiliation. If Max walks past now...
I don’t even want to go there.
“Oh, Ava,” Molly whispers into my shoulder, her voice sympathetic. “What happened to you?”
“My heart was broken,” I mumble back when the sobs start to subside.
Not long after, Molly pulls away and gets something out of her pocket. With a small smile, she hands me a tissue and I thank her, gratefully.
Sniffling, I slide down the lockers onto the ground. This is a great first day. I make some nice friends, already hate my teachers and bump into the devil himself. Could this day get any better?
“I met him two years ago.” I blurt out. “We were on holiday and...”
I tell Molly the key parts of the story and by the time I’ve finished, the bell goes. Luckily, the tears managed to dry and disappear. We get up as students start to go to their lessons and I hug her.
A slight weight was lifted off of my shoulders from telling her. I know I can trust her, just by the way she looked at me told me I had just found a close friend. I don’t trust many people—thanks to Max—so I’m very surprised I trusted Molly. I guess we have a connection.
“Thank you,” I announce and she looks at me in confusion, tilting her head to the side. “For listening to me, for being my best friend."
Molly’s eyes light up and she gives me a massive smile. She looks ecstatic, beyond pleased and I feel nothing but pride for making her feel like that. She was there for me and I swear on my life I will be there for her.
I figured she doesn’t have many girl friends, from my short time of interaction and time spent with her. In the lessons we had together, she only talked to me, her eyes fearful of the other girls.
She seemed more comfortable with the boys but I suspect that’s because they’re her brother’s friends and because she knows them.
“Anytime, bestie.” She giggles and hugs me again. This time for her though, not for me.
“See ya later.” She waves and skips off, disappearing into the crowds.
Shaking my head at her giddy behavior, I go to my new locker to get my P.E. kit. I think Luke and Lawrence are in my class so I know I won’t be alone. I have a feeling they’re going to question me about Max earlier and I can tell you now, that I’m not looking forward to that.
I hope he’s not in any of my classes. If he is, I know he’ll try to talk to me and come up with some explanation. I don’t know why he’s even trying, he made it very clear that he doesn’t want to be with me two years ago.
Does he plan on torturing me even more by coming up with sick plan to get me back?
That would just be messed up if he is.
Well, if he does try to, I will show him my displeasure for him. He will know that I, Ava O’Connor will forever hate him.
That I will never, ever be with him again. I will never fall for him again, look at him with love again, be with him again. Because I’m not the same girl anymore, I’m a strong girl who doesn’t fall for playboys.
Especially ones like Max.