Max

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I didn't think Tyler would go as far as to do all that, I was really shocked, but there is nothing I can do, and the night must go on. 

The next day my mom stormed into my room telling me I need to apologize to Tracy for what happened,

 I don't really see why but just to get my mom off my back I will.

 The whole car ride there was dreadful.

 My mom barked my ear off about being kind to Tracy and how I was trying to ruin her friendship with Tasha, which I wasn't, I was just trying to ruin my relationship with Tracy. 

When we get to Tracy's, Tasha called Tracy down, usually she doesn't take long to come down but this time it was longer than usual.

 
"Really, Max you don't have to apologize, I know my daughter can be a handful sometimes"

 
"Nope nah, you're not going to do this Tasha, my son needs to apologize"

 
"Lilys right, that shit stain needs to apologize to Tracy"

 
"Huh, Dani why would you call him that"

  
"Cause that's what he is mom"

 
This whole thing is stupid, and I just want to go home

 
"Oh, my goodness what is that foolish daughter of mine doing"

 
"Maybe getting stupid paint out of her hair mom " Dani responds with the most venom in her voice

 
"I'm here, I'm here"

 
To my surprise Tracy's hair is curly, I've never seen it curly, it's kinda pretty


" Is there something you need from me "

 
"Sorry to take up your time trace but my son here came to apologize" my mom says with the kindest smile she can muster

 
"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, I shouldn't have let that happen" I say but I don't really mean it, how is it my fault for what Tyler did

 
"Cool, is that all, I still have to diffuse my hair and I'm pretty tired" Tracy says with little to no emotion

 
"Tracy please have some respect"

 
"Fuck that, great job butter bug, you've made your apology now leave"

 
"DANI-"

 
"No Tasha, I understand my son has deeply upset your daughters, so I will take my leave, come, Max, let's go"

 
As I get up to go, I see Tracy walk up the steps without a glance, good riddance, I guess.

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