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“Yea, he was just a jerk.” I shake my head and walk over to the bar, sitting down.
“Do you need anything?”
“No.”Yes. I need help.
“Okay, well, Tracie said to take you home.”
I stand up and start to walk to the door. When I don’t hear him following me I turn around.
He’s looking at me like I have three heads. After a couple seconds, he starts to walk toward the door.
The ride is awkward. We aren’t close and we aren’t talking.
When we pull into the clubhouse lot I open my door and head inside. Max stops me just before the door. “What is going on?”
I look at him, but I keep my walls up so he can’t see me.
“I’m just tired, from being sick.” I place a kiss on his cheek and rush inside. I know he can’t approach me in there, so it is a total chicken shit move.
I’d rather push him away than have him leave me because he hates me.
