Max's POV
"Aww!" I whined as she threw a wet towel straight to my face, her face scrunched into nothing but annoyance as she marches her way inside my room, a tray of what seem to be a hangover soup on her hands.
"You deserve it. Who told you to drink until you're close to shitting the house? What are you - some heartbroken girl? Oh wait, you are," she grinned before putting down the tray on my bedside table.
She plopped her body down on the side of my bed making me bounce a little, my head aching at the sudden movement.
"Cali, my head hurts," I groaned, my hands reaching for my temple.
"Is that my fault? Be thankful it was only me who saw you looking miserable like that. Do you want Zanaya to worry over you?" she asked, her eyebrow raised as ishe knows she already won the argument.
And she did.
Of course I wouldn't want to worry Zanaya especially that she's pregnant and she's having a hard time dealing with it alone since Seth can't visit her or stay with her. How will he do that when the whole world thought they broke up?
"So, let me summarize everything. He stood in front of you, naked from all of his inhibitions. He didn't care whether you were ranting about all of your problems to him and just listened. He was there when you need him. You kissed him first. Claimed him first. And when he was asking for the two of you to be official, you declined to the point that he have to let go because you're hurting him," she stated and every fucking word feels like a knife was being struck straight to my face.
"Do you really have to enumerate all of that?" I scoffed. I was too drunk last night and she caught me at it. And since I wasn't on my usual state, I ended up blabbering about the problem that I have been keeping all alone for the last four months.
Yes, it has been four months since we went to Australia and that was the last time I saw Sky.
And it's breaking me.
I badly wanted to see him, or video call him, even see his voice. But the farthest I can get was a "I'm doing good," whenever I send him a message and that made me lose my confidence so I will no longer respond.
Last night, I was checking some of the interviews that they had and when the interviewer asked them what song they were listening to, he said "Naked" by James Arthur. And I felt like he was telling it to me. He was staring intently at the camera, like we were still standing there on the stockroom.
She looked at me appalled.
"You are stupid, Max," Cali let out a long sigh.
She looked at me worried.
"Is this why you have been so distracted for months?" she moved closer and sat crossing her legs. "You're mostly out of energy and you normally stay in your room. If we didn't shoot for the WHISTLE tv, I'm not even sure you'll get out of your bed. Damn, Sky has got you whipped,"
I almost choked on the soup I was having when he said Sky's name. She smiled at me cheekily. I don't remember telling her that it was Sky though.
"I'm not blind Max. Next time, be a little quieter if you two are trying to sneak in to your room, okay?" she smirked and I felt my cheeks blushed.
"How long have you known?" I asked, covering my face.
She looked at the ceiling as thinking really hard.
"I dunno, around two months before we head to Australia?" she mumbled which made me blush even more.
I bit my lower lip as I shyly looked at her.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
She lay down on my bed and yawn. "It's your relationship. It's not something I need to butt in with. If you don't want to tell us, I won't force you. It's between you two though I was quite shocked at first. I mean, you two always fight," she stated and I was at a loss for words.
What Sky had been telling me, that's exactly what Cali was doing.
She was letting me be. Unlike me who did nothing but think of them and be emotionally dependent to what's happening to my girls.
She eyed at me suspiciously.
"You did not stress Sky out because of us, did you?" she sat abruptly as she eyed me like she just caught me red-handed.
"It wasn't..." I stopped on my own, coz I know she got me. All I told her was that I have been telling him my problems, but not about me pouring everything to him, even if it's about WHISTLE.
"Max!" she hit me on the shoulder and I whined.
"I can't help it. I get so affected about all of these and he was always there ready to listen," I bowed my head in defeat.
"Yeah, and I bet you're also ranting about Seth who is basically his member. I wonder how he was able to pull through," she exclaimed.
And that's how I know I really messed up big time.
Of course I've been realizing it for the past months but my pride is keeping me from calling him and giving in.
And that's why you're miserable.
Again, a familiar surge of pain struck my heart at the image of him during his interview.
He wasn't happy.
I know. Because he's my GUCCI.
At that, my tears started streaming down my cheeks, silent sobs escaping me.
I heard Cali letting out a loud sigh.
"Max, you're miserable like this. Why don't you call him and ask him to get back together?" she asked and that's what's even worse.
"Cali, I declined to be together. I said "no" to relationship every time he asks. How am I going to call him now and beg for him to comeback when every time I try to reach out to him, he was being cold?" I voiced out helplessly.
She looked at me with pity and I ended up crying once again.
In less than two months, Zanaya will be giving birth and that means us going back to Korea and me seeing him more.
It will hurt to see him again, him being closer but me being unable to touch him and feel him like I used to.
Damn Max, it was your fault after all.