“Oh Shelly, how was your shopping spree? Max told me that it was great and that he’s happy he got to spend some time with you”, Cindy asked and broke the tension in the living room.
I glanced at Max, his mouth hanging opened with his filled up spoon inches away from his mouth.
He was like a deer caught in headlights as I stared back at him with wide eyes, my mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.
I don’t know how to respond to Cindy myself!
He looked up at me and then looked down guiltily, not making eye contact with me.
He’s so dead! When he finally looked up, I glared at him but he raised one eyebrow at me, as if daring me to say something. How dare he?! I grinned when an idea crossed my mind. Hmmm! Seems like it’s gonna work out.
“Oh, it was really great! I enjoyed a lot too but Max didn’t let me buy more clothes and he didn’t even carry my bags!”, I mumbled quietly and looked down as if feeling so down.
I could feel Max’s eyes fixed intently on me and I squirmed in my seat before looking up at him.
Oh oh! He looked extremely dangerous at the moment with his eyes filled with furry.
“Oh really?!”, he asked, his voice sounded rough and his jaw was twitching, his hands clenching, beside his plate on the table.
I looked away, completely avoiding him and my sight fell on my parents.
My mother was gaping at us but then she did something that I wasn’t expecting! She sent me a suggestive wink and smile, quirking her lips up, her eyebrows rising skyward. Oh god! Don’t tell me she is cooking up something in that evil mind of hers!
My trance was broken when I heard my dad giving a self-depreciating chuckle.
What? No wait! What was that? Whoa whoa whoa! Pause the tape and press rewind please. Did my dad just reacted like I heard him reacting?
“What? Max! What am I hearing? Is that true?”, Cindy bombarded Max with her questions to which Max only scoffed.
Such a conceited bad boy! Just look at his behaviour toward his own mom! He’s so rude!
“Don’t you dare do that to me!”, Cindy suddenly yelled, standing up to pound on the table.
I jumped at the loud boom that echoed in the living room. Oh my freaking gosh! Like son like mother, huh! But I think, sometimes, Cindy has to scream at him to correct his mistakes, considering the fact that Max was so hot tempered.
How can a mother and a son be that different, I wondered?
Max quickly jolted up from his seat nearly causing the chair to topple over and punched the table with his clenched fists, making a much louder boom than Cindy to show that he was much more furious than his mom. His spoon fell off of his plate and onto the floor with a clank and everyone else got startled.
“Then, what do you want me to do?”, he exclaimed roughly, throwing his hands up in the air out of frustration but his tone lowered a little bit when he saw my dad.
Great! At least he knows how to respect elder people! But still, he should never talk to his mom like that.
“Max! We have guests!”, Cindy scolded him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she gestured towards me and my parents. His eyes seem to finally take in the rest of the people in the room, first my parents, then little Ashton who looked like she could burst out crying right then and there, and then at me. His striking maroon eyes pierced into mine and I felt an eerie king of feeling which sent shivers down my spine.
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second but he quickly looked away, his jaw twitching yet again and then turned back to Cindy.
“So?”, he asked sarcastically.
I gasped out loud enough to catch his attention. Shit! Shit! Shit!
His eyes settled back on me and I looked away quickly, avoiding him like a plague.
“Max, well, let’s finish this meal, huh?, mom stated cheerfully, hoping to erase the tension off of Cindy’s face. It worked! She smiled kindly at mom and dad scrunched his eyebrows in a worried expression, sharing a glance with Cindy and mom.
“I’ll be, uum, right back!”, he said, before hastily leaving the living room.
Silence filled up around the room and I think I would be able to hear even a single pin dropping on the ground with such a silence at the moment.
“Don’t worry about Max. He’ll be okay soon. He’s just a little bit moody sometimes!”, Cindy said, breaking the silence and smiled at us to ease the tension a little bit. Her smile being a forced one. I grimaced when I looked at Cindy and then at Ashton.
“Oh! Are you all done? I’ll just bring the desert”, she added and walked out.
I just hope Max comes back soon! No wait! I can’t wait over here doing nothing! I’ll just go talk to him! I can’t bare see Cindy sad and such an adorable little cute girl pouting.
“Umm, I’ll be right back”, I said and got up quickly before my parents could ask me anything.
I rushed upstairs and burst into Max’s room angrily.
His head shoot up and he rolled his eyes when he noticed that it was me. He looked down again and continued doing whatever he was doing before I came, completely avoiding me. When I glanced at what he was doing, my face morphed into a fierce one. He was fucking texting someone on his phone, his two thumbs moving furiously and rapidly over the phone screen.
Oh! Texting someone was more important to him right now!
“What the hell are you doing?”, I said through gritted teeth and jutted my chin at him.
“Can’t you see or are you blind?”, he answered and glared at me.
“You must be kidding! Can’t you see how hurt Cindy is right now or are you blind?”, I shouted back at him.
He stood up, threw his phone roughly over his bedside table and wheeled around to look at me.
He took a step forward and I took a step back. I felt a kind of déjà vu and the scene back at the library flashed into my mind. Oh oh!