Experiment Zero

Epilogue/ Different Character P.O.V.

"Nope!" He repeats in a sing-song voice, and I growl, rubbing my temples.

I've always had headaches, ever since I was little, but they seemed to be getting worse lately and I have no idea why. I pinned the cause on just the pressure and stress of all the drama that went down a few days ago, but they haven't stopped, even though all of that is in the past and I'm back in Highclere, relaxing and biding the days by doing a few chores here and there and sleeping. 

The headache right now isn't as bad as other migraines I've had, but I get the feeling it's only going to escalate if I don't get something to eat and get some rest fast.

"Max, I swear to Dalton, give me the banana right now or you'll regret it." I threaten, but he's not paying any attention tot he dangerous tone in my voice, a smile still lighting up his face.

"You won't make me regret it, you love me too much to do that." He says teasingly, and my head gives another painful throb. 

Now I know what Ashley went through when she was dying. At least she knew the cause behind her headaches though. Mine are still a mystery yet to be solved.

Fury starts to boil inside me at Max's persistence to not give me the banana, and his last words are the ones that make me snap, my mouth opening and spewing vile words before I can stop it.

"You're stupid if you still believe there will be any chance of an us. " I laugh bitterly, narrowing my eyes and stepping forward. "Your hope is idiotic. I would never, ever attach myself to someone as crazy and annoying as you."

With those words I snatched the banana from his hands which had grown limp, his face frozen in shock, and stormed away.

Recovering from the memory, I stare at his back as he continues walking away, wondering how I could make things right. I didn't mean to say those things, I was just caught up in the moment and wanted someone to feel the pain I was feeling at that moment. I lashed out at the wrong person, and regret it immensely.

I have to go after him.

Max's P.O.V.

I continue striding down the hallway, every step costing me a part of my heart as I walk away from her, her words replaying over and over in my head as they have been doing since the argument.

"You're stupid if you still believe there will be any chance of an us. Your hope is idiotic. I would never, ever attach myself to someone as crazy and annoying as you."

Men aren't supposed to cry. That's something my father taught me ever since I was little. Yet, I can't deny that after her words, I had gone back to my room in a daze and then gone into a rampage. I tore apart pillows and shed many angry tears. Looking at the pillows torn to shreds, I had immediately felt guilty for ruining them, hoping that Lager wouldn't hold it against me.

The, the grief hit me like a sucker punch, and I collapsed onto the floor, my thoughts in a whirlwind. 

Maybe Becky was right, maybe I had been too clingy and annoying.  I didn't know she thought of me that way, because although her words were always hurtful, her eyes always told a different story. Yet just a few moments ago, her eyes had matched her words, and each word that fell from her mouth hit me like a kick to the gut.

I stood up slowly, feeling utterly weak and depressed. 

She didn't like me. Fine. I would stay away. 

I hate how just thinking of staying away from her nearly tore my heart in two.

Pulling myself back to the present, I continue walking away, feeling her eyes on my back and forcing myself to keep moving forward.