YOU 1 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 12.

It takes a moment to remember where I am when I wake up. The horrible party and the even worse night floods into my memory and I groan as I climb out of bed. Addison is still passed out, I might as well let her sleep while I find out how we are getting back to the dorms. I put my shoes on and unlock the door. Should I knock on Max's door or try and find Sam? Is Sam even part of the frat? I would never guessed that Max is so maybe Sam is too. The hallway is empty and surprisingly clean despite the party last night. I have to step over sleeping bodies as I make my way downstairs.

"Sam?" I call, hoping to hear a reply. There are at least twenty five people sleeping in the living room alone. The floor is littered with red cups and trash. When I reach the kitchen I try to force myself not to clean it up. This will take the whole frat house all day to clean up after this party. I would love to see Max cleaning up all this trash, as the thought goes through my head I stifle a giggle.

"What's so funny?" I turn around and of course Max is entering the kitchen, a trash bag in her hand. She sweeps her arm over the counter top, making the cups fall into the trash bag.

"Nothing.. does Sam live here too?' She ignores me and continues to clean up. She must be the only one awake and cleaning. Good, she deserves to have to clean this whole mess up. "Does he?" I ask again, more impatient this time. "The sooner you tell me if Sam lives here, the sooner I can leave,"

"Now you have my attention, but no he doesn't live here. Does he seem like a frat boy to you?" She smirks.

"No, but neither do you," I snap and her jaw tenses.

He ignores my comment and continues to clean. "Is there a bus that runs close to here?" I ask, not expecting an answer.

"Yep, well its about a block away,"

"Could you tell me where it is?"

"It is not that hard to find," the corners of her mouth lift, taunting me.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the kitchen. Max's momentary lack of rude comments last night was obviously a one time thing and she was coming at me full force today. After the night I had I can't stand to be around her. I wake up Addison and we walk downstairs.

"Mac said there is a bus stop around the block," I tell her and she laughs.

"No way we are not taking the bus, she will drive us back. She was probably just giving you a hard time," she says, her hand resting on my shoulder. "Max, you ready to take us back now? My head is pounding,"

"Yeah, sure just give me a minute," she says and I scoff. At least she is nice to Addison, I wonder how long they have been friends.

During the drive back to the dorms Addison sings along to whatever metal song is playing through the speakers and Max rolls all the windows down. Despite my pleas to roll them up. She stays silent the whole way, mindlessly drumming her long fingers against the steering wheel.

"Ill come by later D," she tells her as she climbs out of the passenger seat. She nods and waves as I open my door.

"Bye Charli," she smirks and I roll my eyes and follow her into the dorm.