A/n: Quick tell, Xanthe asked Max if she could be in his gang. Hint: nothing turns out the way it should have.
Chapter 32 - Part 2
"You--uh, you what?" He asks, suddenly losing all sense of his charming, puppy self. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Max, didn't you think if I was connected with Arsen, I'd literally know everything?" I ask, giving him an obvious look.
He looks a little flustered. And if not a little, then a lot.
It's cute but awkward.
"I'm guessing he told you about me, then," He clarifies. I take a deep breath.
"He just told me that I need to stay away from you. He told me you're...not on good terms with him," I say.
Don't look away, don't look away. Everyone knows your lying when you look away!
Or maybe only Arsen notices that.
Who's team are you on here?!
Definitely not yours.
I sigh. "I didn't want to believe him. You seem like an amazing person, I don't see why I should hate you."
Max shakes his head, smiling a little. Sadly, even.
"Aria, you don't know what'll happen if Turner finds out. My brother and he hate each other. Especially after what my brother did to him," He says, running a hand over his face.
What did his brother do?
"Who's your brother?" I ask, curiously looking up at Max - and also squinting my eyes because the sun just loves me.
"Dorian."
I freeze.
No. Oh, no. Please, no. Not today! I'm not letting a perfect day like today be ruined by someone as imperfect as him.
Dorian.
Oh gosh, this can't be happening.
"U-um, who?" I ask, wanting reassurance one more time. Max smiles.
"Dorian. Why - you met him before?" He asks. I furrow my eyebrows.
"No, no. No, no, no. I haven't. I mean, obviously," I laugh nervously.
Max gives me a look - one I can't read - and turns towards the mansion.
"Whatever. Come on, I wanna show you around the house," He gestures.
A lump forms in my throat.
"So, uh, your family home?" I ask, looking up at Max. He snorts.
"No one's home, Ariadne. This house has been abandoned for at least three years now," He laughs. I furrow my eyebrows.
"You live in this huge place alone?" I ask, laughing a little. Max shakes his head.
"Aria, you don't understand the meaning of the word 'freedom'. I love it!" He cries out, grabbing my wrists and spinning me around.
I squeal and laugh when I realize how much I like it, and why I've never had a friend like Max before.
"Get ready for the show of a lifetime!" He exaggerates, dramatically pushing open both huge doors and striding in, his hands out.
I laugh, but that soon turns into a gasp when I walk inside.
It's frighteningly similar to Dorian's mansion.
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My Possessive Criminal
Teen Fiction❝He was the scary story parents read to their kids. And she fell in love with a monster.❞ ----- Xanthe Jacox is a sarcastic, fierce and down to earth eighteen-year-old. Did I mention sarcastic? She's that one girl who would probably be the first to...
