One Night 82
Chapter 82
Audrey & Third Person
Audrey's POV
I was so absorbed in examining the belt of blue satin fabric that nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard my name suddenly being called from behind me.
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I whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice to see none other than Max standing in the doorway, his broad frame nearly filling the entire space. My heart immediately started racing, but not in the way it used to when we were together.
Of course it was him. Because I couldn't catch a break, right?
"Max? What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite myself.
He took a step into the storeroom, his form effectively blocking the exit. "Oh, thank the Goddess you're here. I've been looking for you. I wanted to talk."
I swallowed hard, glancing around for another way out. But the storeroom was long and narrow, with only one door. I was trapped, and my ex was standing in my way. I supposed I had no choice but to hear him out.
"Okay," I said cautiously, folding my arms across my chest defensively. "What do you want to talk about?"
Max moved closer, his eyes softening in a way that used to make any knees weak. Now, it just made me uncomfortable. "I you so f**g much, Audrey. I've been thinking a lot about us lately, and I can't handle being separated from you,"
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I took an involuntary step back to put a little more space between us. "Max, we've been over this," I said firmly, "You and I are done. Forever.
He shook his head and took another few steps toward me, effectively closing the distance between us again. My eyes darted over his shoulder, where the door was still open. I could make a run for it, I thought to myself, but the rows of shelves might
be too narrow.
"Look, I know I messed up, he murmured, holding his hands out placatingly. "What I said at the bonfire... I didn't really mean any of it. I was just upset and drunk. You know how I can get sometimes." "That's not an excuse," I replied as I took a step pretty awful things about me. About humans in general. It was horrible. And let's not forget how you and Linda ganged up to the side in order to find an avenue to get away from him. "You said some on me in this very room"
Max, unfortunately, sidestepped to block me again. His eyes grew husky as he gazed down at me, close enough now to touch me if he just reached out. "I know, and I'm sorry, I was an idiot. But Audrey, I love you. We were good together, weren't we?"
As he spoke, he reached for me. I stepped backwards, just out of his reach. But my back hit a shelf, and I realized I had nowhere else to retreat.
"Max, please. It's over. We can't go back. I don't love you anymore."
He leaned in, his face inches from mine-so close that I could smell his cheap cologne wafting off of his skin. The scent, a scent which used to make my stomach flutter, but now it just made me wrinkle my nose.
Can't we just try, Audrey?" he murmured, placing his hand on the shelf above my head so that his body caged me in. "You
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know... For old times' sake?".
Before I could react, Max closed the remaining gap between us, trying to press his lips against mine. Panic surged throu me, and I reacted on instinct.
"No!" I shouted before his lips could meet mine, pushing him away with all my strength.
I hadn't meant to shove him so hard, but the adrenaline filled me with a strength that I didn't even know I had. Max stumbled backwards, his arms windmilling wildly as he tried to regain his balance-but it was too late. He crashed into a nearby shelf that was stacked high with bolts of fabric.
For a moment, time seemed to slow down. I watched in horror as the shelf teetered, then began to fall. Max's eyes widen in surprise just before he disappeared under an avalanche of fabric bolts.
The crash echoed through the storeroom, followed by the softer thuds of fabric hitting the floor. When the dust settled, could see was a mountain of colorful textiles where Max had been standing. "M-Max?" I called out tentatively, taking a shaky step forward. "Are... Are you okay?"
A mu***d groan answered me, followed by some shuffling. I could hear him sputtering and trying to dig his way out.
"Audrey! Help me out of here!" His voice was m**ed but clearly annoyed.
I stood frozen for a moment, weighing my options. Max clearly wasn't seriously hurt-I could hear him moving around under there, digging himself out. And if I helped him out, we would just be right back where we started, with him blocking my exit and trying to 'talk. I didn't want to know what he would try to do if that was the case.
Making a split-second decision, I grabbed the bolt of fabric I needed for my dress and turned on my heel.
"Sorry, Max," I called out, not really feeling very sorry at all. "I've got to run. I'm sure you'll be able to get out on your own!
Ignoring his protests, I hurried out of the storeroom, clutching my fabric to my chest. I didn't slow down until I was safely back in my dorm room with the door locked behind me. Third Person POV
After a long time of digging, Max finally managed to untangle himself from the mountain of fabric, cursing under his breat as he shoved the piles upon piles of unraveled bolts aside. His clothes were rumpled, and bits of thread clung to his hair and shirt, but he was fine. Just angry.
"Dam***it all, Audrey," he muttered as he stood, brushing himself off. "Where did you go?"
He glanced around the storeroom, taking in the mess of sc**d fabric bolts. Audrey was long gone by now, leaving nothing behind except an open door that was still swaying on its hinges. For a moment, Max considered trying to clean up the mess, but then shrugged. Let someone else deal with it. It's not like it was his fault.
Pulling out his phone, Max quickly dialed a number. It rang twice before a female voice answered.
"Hello?"
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"Linda, it's me," Max said, gritting his teeth as he stormed out of the storeroom and down the deserted halls. "It didn't work."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "What do you mean it didn't work?" Linda demanded. "You had one simple task, Max. What the hell happened?"
Max ran a hand through his hair and pursed his lips. "I cornered her in the storeroom, just like we planned," he growled. "I tried to talk to her, pretended to apologize for the bonfire thing I even went in for a kiss."
"And..." Linda pressed.
"And she shoved me into a shelf!" Max exclaimed. "The next thing I knew, I was buried under a mountain of fabric, and she was gone."
Linda's sigh c**d through the phone. "You let a little human girl knock you down?"
"She's stronger than she looks," Max grumbled, pushing out into the cool night air. "And I didn't expect her to fight back. She was so desperate for me when we started dating that I thought it would be easy to- "I've heard enough. Clearly, that approach isn't going to cut it," Linda interrupted curtly. "We need to ruin her, Max. Ruin.
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Max nodded, even though Linda couldn't see him. "I know, I know. But what am I supposed to do now? She's not going to give me another chance to talk to her."
There was a moment of silence as Linda considered. "Maybe talking isn't the approach we should take. Maybe it's time for some more drastic measures."
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Max's eyes narrowed as an idea began to form in his mind. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
"I think I know just what to do," he said, stopping in the middle of the courtyard. "She'll be sorry if she goes to the Equinox Masquerade.
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