i could make you dance all night [ MARY JANE ]

[MAXWELL BLAKE GABLE]

Max had basically always been the type of guy who was...a man whore. Ever since he had pretty much discovered girls in the seventh grade, he had been one. Of course he didn't go very far with girls in the seventh and eighth grade, strickly just making out at parties. But then once he got to high school, it became a little more hot an heavy. Second base. And then, finally, he had lost his virginity in his sophomore year, while at a senior party, with a senior girl. Max had always looked older than he was, always had been a little bit taller, so he had fit in with them. He had barely known the girl, and he was pretty sure he had only talked to her once...maybe twice...after they slept together. But he didn't care, he was the first one out of his rather large group of friends that had had sex. And he had continued having sex, often. Probably at least every weekend, whenever he went to a party basically...which was every weekend. And of course, it was always just one night stands. There had been the occasional relationship, one of them somehow lasting a whole month. He didn't know how the hell the relationship had lasted that long [even though it wasn't that long] but he hadn't even cheated on her. Surprising, right? But that had been his last relationship, and that was at the beginning of his senior year. It was probably surprising he didn't have an STD or something by now. But he was careful with the girls he slept with...sometimes. There had been...a few girls who had been bigger whores than him. But only a few. Maybe one or two.

But then, at the end of his senior year Max had slept with someone he really thought he would never sleep with. His best friends little sister. Who was only a sophomore. Who really had no friends. But it wasn't like Max hadn't not known who she was at all. Obviously, he had. He had been over to Thomas's house enough to know who she was. But it wasn't like he had ever talked to her. Thomas had always told him not to speak to her, and Max didn't, since he didn't really feel the need to. Sure, she was cute, but...it was just a no. Once they got to the party though, well, that was a different story. But in his defence, he had been drunk. And hadn't really realized he was flirting with Mary Jane, laughing at the jokes she was telling, moving closer to her, kissing her, asking her to go upstairs. And then he had sex with her. And she had been a virgin. Max had only taken one other girls virginity, some girl he had dated for two weeks who thought they had a thing. Ha, she had been wrong. But anyways. Him. And Mary Jane. Sleeping together. He had never told Thomas, of course, and Mary Jane hadn't either, at least that's what she had told him. She had also basically sprinted out of the room the next morning, which had been a little insulting to Max, but he honestly didn't care. She was just a one night stand. Which was why he hadn't bothered calling, and just left for university a few weeks later.

And two years had passed since that night. Well, two years and a bit, when Max had bumped into Mary Jane. And he, being the nice guy that he is had said hi. But for some reason, she had kind of acted like she...hated him. Max hadn't known why. What had he done? But after they talked a bit more, it became clear. She was in love with him, and this was her strange little way of showing it. She had wanted him to call oh so badly after their night together, but he hadn't. Mary Jane was bitter that he, Maxwell Blake Gable, did not want a relationship with her. So of course...what else would he do but continue talking to her, harassing her a little, and definitely flirting? Nothing, that's what. But of course he had continued to talk to her, harass her, and flirt. A lot. Sometimes they managed to have normal conversations...but not very often. Over the last, what, week of their chats, Max had discovered she was kind of...a fun person to talk to. Sarcastic and sometimes bitchy, but fun. And nice, when she wasn't being sarcastic and bitchy. But it still seemed like she hated him, which is why it had surprised him when she asked to meet up at Milo's City Cafe or whatever it was called. In his two years of living in Portland, he had never been there. But Max was bored, so he decided to go, and currently, he was wandering around downtown trying to find the place. He hoped it was downtown, or he was screwed. Max was already ten minutes late, but then again...he had never been the type to be on time. Finally, he spotted a little cafe, with the name Milo's on the sign. Max walked inside, only fifteen minutes late, and saw Mary Jane in a little table at the back, her back to him. Max smirked and walked over to her quickly, leaning down. "Hey babe." He breathed in her ear, that smirk still on his face.

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[MARY JANE THORNE]

Mary Jane didn’t love him. No, she really didn’t. He was just some guy who happened to wrongfully steal her virginity when she was young and innocent…even though she probably hadn’t exactly been acting innocent that night. The entire thing had been started by her if she remembered correctly. She’d had a crush on him, a childish one that she regretted deeply, so obviously when she saw him by himself for once, after getting quite a few drinks in her system…that had been her first time drinking other than on special occasions, and then it was always just a sip of champagne. But on this particular night it had been something more along the lines of three shots and quite a few cups of beer…which had somehow led to being pressed against a wall with his lips on hers. It was something she, with her young immature mind, had only imagined a million times, and when it finally happened she was so drunk she could hardly remember it the next day…hardly being the key word. And honestly, in her little fantasies it had always kind of stopped there. Just a kiss, and it wasn’t drunk, and it wasn’t quite so…well, it had just been a bit more romantic. Because she’d been a dorky child who got her kicks out of imagining such things. What she hadn’t imagined was him somehow convincing her, and probably only using a few words, to join him in the next room…she hadn’t imagined it to go so far, for their clothes to end up on the floor. But it obviously had, and she’d lost her virginity that night…she didn’t tell her brother. She didn’t even tell her mother who the guy was, and simply left it at “some guy at that party with Thomas”. Needless to say after that her mother stopped pressing her to go to parties and such…but she didn’t need to, because Mary Jane started going to them by herself.

And of course she was quick to blame her…situation on anyone but herself. It was Max’s fault for fucking her and not bothering to call and ask if she was pregnant. His fault for not using a condom, his fault for asking her to go into the other room, his fault for offering to many beers to her…and being so charming, and flirting with her…and her fault for having some stupid, childish crush on her. It was her mother’s fault she she’d had to go, and her brother’s fault that she was all alone. It was her parent’s fault for sending her here just because she liked to smoke some pot every now and again…and her fault for being such a loner. Not that she was as much of a loner anymore. She had a few friends, a lot of party friends, a lot of guys she’d had sex with…Mary Jane didn’t think she was a whore. She got drunk and had sex with guys, that was normal, was it not? She was just like every other eighteen year old girl on earth. Guys merely weren’t’ interested in being more than friends or one night stands with her. She’d had a couple relationships, all short lasting, and surprisingly she was always the one to leave them. They just didn’t fit up to her surprisingly high expectations…expectations that were so high she didn’t even know what they were. And because of that, she preferred to stay single, flirt with random guys, it was easier than being let down for the millionth time. And she’d learned her lesson about actually liking guys after her infatuation with Max, thank you very much. Even if that one had been slightly farfetched.

And so why the hell was she here? Why had she decided it was a good idea for them to meet up? Several reasons. One being that…they needed to talk. She needed to tell him about the baby - it was only fair. She’d consulted her mother, in a phone call, and she’d agreed with her. Of course even after all of this Mary Jane and her mother were still quite close…she was fairly sure they always would be. Even if, like every other mother and daughter, they got in the occasion spat or two. And another being that…she liked him. And fine, probably not even just in a friendly way. She could hardly help it. He was her child hood crush, of course all those old farfetched feelings were going to come rushing back pretty much the second she started talking to him without being a bitch to him…even if that didn’t exactly last very long. And that was why she was sitting in a café, a cup of coffee in hand, jiggling her legs. She’d smoked a joint a few hours before, so the high was starting to ware off. She let out a bit of a sigh, taking a sip of her coffee, not registering the fact that someone was walking behind her. If she wasn’t so distracted she might have noticed the foot steps…but as it was the sudden voice in her ear surprised her. She couldn’t help but jump a little, turning around to see who it was…and growing slightly nervous. She should have had a hit right before coming, that would have calmed her around. She looked at him like stare dad for a moment before rolling her eyes and looking away. “Don’t call me that.” She replied simply, her fingers tracing patterns on the table in a nervous way as she looked around the place uncertainly. This was obviously a bad idea. “I think was should talk…about things. That I should probably tell you about…because it kind of concerns you.” She laughed a little bit, gesturing towards the chair in front of her, and shot him an uncertain smile, trying to lighten the mood…if that was even possible. “Sit?”

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[MAXWELL BLAKE GABLE]

It wasn't like Max liked her or anything. Why would he like her? She was too...young, too inexperienced. Well, maybe not inexperienced. Apparently she had been having a lot of sex in the past two years, which he still found surprising. How the hell had she become so...unlike her old self? It was weird and Max did not know what to think of it. But still, just because she was possibly decent at sex now, didn't mean he was about to go out and start liking her. Sure, he'd have sex with her...if she let him. But she wasn't going to. But Max didn't care. Really, he didn't. He had plenty of fuck buddies out there, ones that were a million times better than Mary Jane probably was. She, was an amature. The girls he slept with were...professionals. And no, that didn't mean they were porn stars or anything. Well, some of them probably could be. But not all of them. But they were still all quite good at sex. Not as good as him, since he was kind of amazing...but good nonetheless. Sex was kind of one of Max's favourite things. Along with partying, flirting, that kind of thing. He also did like to read stuff about history, though he wouldn't tell anyone about that. It was kind of embarrassing. He really loved World War Two, especially all the stuff with Hitler. His grandparents had had two friends who were sent to concentration camps, but they lived. Max had met them a few times, they had interesting stories. He loved history, he didn't know why, it was usually a boring subject to most, but never to Max. It had always been his best class, and he had taken it all throughout high school and in the eleventh grade, he had decided to become a history teacher, which was exactly why he was in Portland now. A lot of his friends had made fun of him when he told them his plans of going to university to study to become a teacher. Max was probably one of the last people any of them could picture as a teacher. But he was going to do it. He was serious about his school work, surprisingly, and of course as he got older he would stop partying as much. So by the time he became an actual teacher, he'd be fun. But of course...Max would still be known as the cool teacher.

Max also had another guilty pleasure- Disney movies. He didn't know what it was about them, but he loved them. They were fun and funny and...cute. Not that he would ever admit that. But Max had always watched Disney movies. From the time he was probably three, until now. Of course in high school and university it wasn't like he watched them on a regular basis. Usually when he was home sick and in bed, or didn't have anything else to do. He had quite the collection. Of all the old classics, of course. None of this new shit. Peter Pan, Aladdin, Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid...he had tons. And he had some new ones that were good and an exception. Like Lilo and Stitch. Max loved Lilo and Stitch. He had gone to Disney World with his parents when he was fifteen and in the tenth grade, where he had met Stitch, among many other Disney characters. That had been a good trip, and Max had had fun, despite acting like he was too cool to go to Disney World when his friends asked about it. Usually Max was one to speak his mind, but he wasn't going to when he talked about how much fucking fun he had had in Disney World. Though he had met a hot girl in Disney World, which he had definitely told his friends about. They had been staying in the same hotel in the park, so they hung out a lot...maybe done a few things while they were taking a midnight swim that they weren't technically supposed to take. She had been from Canada though, so they hadn't seen each other ever again. But it didn't matter, she was just a fling, just like every other girl Max had ever done anything with. Except for the three or four that had been a relationship. His first, had been in the eighth grade. They had lasted two weeks in December, until she broke up with Max because he said he wasn't going to buy her a Christmas present. They had only been dating for two weeks, why the hell would he buy her anything? Apparently the girl had thought they were serious, because she had bought him some cologne. Of course, Max never received it and she gave it to another guy, one week later. Obviously she had been a whore. The rest of his relationship had never had much significance, except the girl he had dated for a month, and still now, Max could barely remember her...so obviously she wasn't that significant.

He kind of hoped this little...meeting with Mary Jane wouldn't take that long. He kind of wanted to go out and party tonight. And Max had to call his mom. Yes, as cheesy as that was, Max called his mom every other day. Or...she usually called him. But he always talked to her for at least twenty minutes, letting her know what was going on since he last talked to her. Yes, Max was a mama's boy...but he didn't see anything wrong with that. Why would he treat his mom like he treated everyone else? That just wasn't right. Even though as a teenager he had occasionally lied to her and his dad about where he was going, but what teenager didn't do that? A perfect one, and Max was far from perfect even though he liked to think the opposite. A lot of people called him a douche bag...which he was, and he knew it, but he still thought he was close to perfect, what with his classic good looks, great sense of humour, amazing dick, and amazing skills in bed. He just...spoke his mind, which was why people thought he was a douche bag. Mary Jane always liked to call him that, but he was pretty sure she just wanted him. That was probably why she wanted to hang out with him, Max was sure about it. He would feel maybe a little bad telling her that was impossible, and all he wanted was sex. But only a little bad. He'd probably forget about the whole thing by tomorrow then pester her about sex and that might be awkward. But Max wouldn't care. "Don't look at me like staredad, babe." Max chuckled, completely ignoring her when she told him to not call her babe. Max, obviously, did not listen to anything that anyone ever told him. Just another thing that made him such a douche to other people. Max could tell she was nervous though, she was fidgety. Maybe she was high, Max wouldn't doubt that. Didn't she do that shit now or something? Surprising. She kind of acted like he did. And they even had something in common- their love for staredad comics. God, those things were hilarious. Max sat down in the chair across from her after her little...speech, folding his hands in front of him and resting them on the table. He looked around for a waitress or something. Preferably a hot one. He wanted a drink, coke. Finally, he managed to wave one over. "Coke, please." Max winked at her, before turning back to Mary Jane. "Sorry about that." He smirked. "What do you need to tell me, how much you want me?" He said, winking at her, much like he had winked at the waitress.

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[MARY JANE THORNE]

Mary Jane was not a whore. No, she really wasn’t. It wasn’t like she went out every night In hopes to get laid or anything…though she did admittedly go out a lot, it wasn’t like she was having sex every night, or even every other night. Just whenever the mood suited her, or she had a good enough looking guy chasing after her. Of course after a few beers “good looking” could be stretched into decent, and after a few shots it hardly mattered. And then there were the times when she was completely wasted and/or high off her ass and just kind of laid there…and she’d be the first to admit she probably wasn’t the most fun during those little times. But other than that she liked to think she was pretty…talented. Her mouth skills were pretty decent…while when she’d first started with her life of sex and drinking she’d had a horrid gag reflex and refused to swallow she quickly got over both those things. And fine, she had sex a lot…even if she wasn’t a huge whore like most people she went to school with. Just whenever she was In the mood. It wasn’t exactly hard to get some...most guys these days were pretty desperate, and she was a good enough looking girl with a nice rack. Only someone gay or pussy whipped would turn her down. More often than not she was the one being pursued…and she hardly ever said no. Which was probably slutty of her, but whatever. She’d say no if the guy wasn’t good looking, which probably made her sound vain…but other than that it was almost always a yes. Why say no when she was horny and he was horny, and it just worked out? And fine, there had been occasions where she’d had sex with guys...for drugs. Never money, she wasn’t a prostitute. But if she met a nice guy and she dangled some goodies in front of her nose, saying he didn’t want her money, she’d blow him. Or give him a hand job. Or possibly go all the way. Why not? I was the only way to get what she wanted most of the time. Sex was a very powerful tool…one she’d learned to use at a young age, thanks to Max. Though she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to use it on him. Something told her that he knew too much about the tool that was sex to have it used on him the way she did most.

And she didn’t even want to have sex with him again…not when their first time had gone so disastrously wrong. The last thing she needed was to end up pregnant again, since that obviously had not done wonders for her sanity. or lack of. Honestly she hadn’t been...excited to have the baby or anything. She was young, definitely not young enough to have a baby…she’d actually only started her period two years before. yes, at the age of fourteen…she was a late bloomer. She hadn’t even achieved her nice B-Cup boobs until the year before. But that didn’t even really matter. The point is, she knew she wasn’t ready for a baby…her mom had said as much, but of course her entire family was completely pro life, so when she’d even brought up the topic of abortion her mother had looked like she’d suddenly slapped her or something. And so while she wasn’t excited, she was ready. She googled all about pregnancies, set up a doctor’s appointment, started eating healthy...she didn’t tell anyone other than her mother yet, but she’d had plans on possibly telling Max, and everyone else of course. It was going to be obvious when she got a huge stomach (something she hadn’t been looking forward to in the least). but when she was roughly three months along, just when she had plans on telling people other than her mother because she had kind of been starting to show…she lost it. in the usual way of course, and she’d kind of freaked out. and the next thing she knew she was sneaking her dad’s cigarettes and pretty much smoked down the whole pack, which obviously made her puke…and then her mother came home, finding her a nervous wreck, and put two and two together. and of course her mother’s first reaction was to send her to therapy, but that only lasted a week. because mary jane was quick to find her own sort of therapy…it started with marijuana and a party, and then she realized that it was better. when she was on pot she was nicer, funnier, everything was happy, and she had friends. even if they weren’t the kind of people her brother would hang out with, or her mother would approve of. and it made her feel better than talking to any fat man with a clip board ever would. only…it didn’t stop at pot, or cigarettes, or rum or vodka or shots of tequila and limes. somewhere along the lines mary jane forgot how to say no. somewhere along the lines she’d started saying yes to anything - coke lines at parties, injections in the bathrooms of clubs - and it all made her happy. and she never realized It was bad for her...and so she never stopped. and eventually it just became normal for little mary jane to say yes to everything that came her way…because mary jane wasn’t so little anymore. she wasn’t timid, shy, quiet…somehow that had all kind of changed.

And of course she had a lot list of people to blame for the changes if she needed to. her mother, her father, her brother…max. definitely max. and her brother. she couldn’t help but note that max didn’t seem to really want to be there...or maybe he did. in addition to lightening her mood pot tended to make her slightly paranoid, and fidgety, like she’d suddenly had a slight case of ADD or something. but her buzz was wearing off so now it was probably just diluted down to the paranoia. he probably had somewhere to be…or someone to fuck. and she didn’t even know why the thought of him fucking other people annoyed her so badly. since she knew for a fact that he did. and she shouldn’t have cared…he wasn’t her boyfriend, he wasn’t even her friend, and despite what may have happened in the past, he wasn’t her baby daddy. no, despite the fact that there had been a chance of him being as much...he obviously wasn’t. and in a sick way she kind of wished she was. what would have happened if she’d kept the baby? or if she’d have told him? nothing? most likely….or maybe he would have stepped up and been with her, or something. she didn’t even know. she couldn’t help but grimace at him as he called her babe, once more, and requested for her not to look at him like staredad. “I won’t look at you like staredad if you don’t call me babe.” She mumbled, not in a good enough mood to actually get worked up over It or anything of the sort, and Instead just shrugged his little babes and such off. even though every part of her wanted to slap that cocky smirk off his pretty face. she was well aware that she was most likely being confusing…randomly asking him to hang out, randomly saying they needed to talk, she probably seemed like a girlfriend breaking up with him or something. which she wasn’t. obviously. and yet despite that she couldn’t help but want to strangle him as he winked at the waitress….the same way he winked at her only moments later. why should she care? the waitress was pretty. whatever. it was natural. he was man, she was woman, blah blah blah. “I don’t want you. at all. and don’t wink at me, it’s creepy. It looks like you have a nervous twitch.” She snapped, glaring at him before taking a deep breath. calm. she had to tell him. it was only fair. “I actually have something more serious to talk about.” She replied, trying her hardest to keep her voice calm, a tight grip on her cup. why had she thought doing this was a good idea? obviously she was wrong. “when we had sex…” She began slowly, not even sure how to word this. or if it was a good idea. or of anything other than the fact that she really needed a joint. “…i got pregnant.” It was said quickly, and her eyes quickly snapped down from his to look at her cup of coffee. this was a bad idea. she could tell already. he didn’t care. he didn’t want to know. she hadn’t even given him a warning.

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[MAXWELL BLAKE GABLE]

Max was never the type to use sex to...gain something. Well, except a plesaurable night. That's all he was looking for. It wasn't like he would go have sex with a girl to get drugs or anything, and he certainly didn't pay chicks to give him a hand job, or blow job, or just have sex with him. He didn't need to pay a girl for her to have sex with him...they were more than willing, since he was good looking. And in high school Max had had a reputation of being quite good at sex. Maybe not the reputation most wanted to have, but he didn't mind. Of course once he got to university he was quick to acquire the same reputation he had had in nearly all his high school years. Yes, he was a man whore, and a bad one at that. But it was how he was, and he wasn't going to change himself just because a few people didn't like his personality. That was about the lamest thing a person could do, in his own personal opinion. Which is why he basically always acted like a douche bag. If Max didn't like you, you would know it. Though he did lie at times to certain people about his feelings for them. Like...Mary Jane. Max said he hated her. That might not be the truest story. She really wasn't that horrible, considering she wasn't ugly, and if the stories she had said about having sex more often, well, then, she was probably okay at sex now too. And Max did enough a good blow job...or just a good lay. There had been a few girls he had had sex with that he had definitely regretted sleeping with. But luckily, he had been fairly drunk those times, which was lucky, since he barely remembered them. He also hated the girls who were clingy after sex. Sure, he didn't mind waking up in the morning and maybe making out some more...or having a quickie, but the girls who called after? Kept texting him? Basically followed him around? Yeah, those types of girls weren't Max's favourite. He understood that he was amazing, and everyone wanted him...but couldn't they just back off?

Surprisingly enough, despite all his sexual escapades, Max had never really gotten a STD or gotten a girl pregnant. At least, as far as he knew. He could have gotten a girl pregnant but never found out since he typically never talked to the girl again unless they were...friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Bed warmers. But of course he knew he had never gotten a STD. He had been tested for those kinds of things, and they always came back negative, thank god. But if he had gotten a girl pregnant...and he was...a dad, and he found out about it, Max didn't really know what he would do. He was definitely not father material. Not now...and probably not ever. He didn't generally hate children, though they were annoying, and loud, and did not smell the best. But all Max knew, what that he wasn't ready for kids. He didn't even know if he ever wanted kids....or ever wanted to even get married. It just seemed all too...strict. Never being able to have sex with a different woman...it wasn't a good thought. Which was why Max did not stray away from his one night stands or friends with benefits very often. He was never happy in relationships, and usually always picked fights with whoever he happened to be dating. He definitely did not have a relationship as a caring boyfriend in school, that was for sure. Max would probably never have a reputation as a caring guy since, well, he didn't exactly care. He was selfish, he knew that. Unless you were a good friend of his, or he secretly kind of liked you a tiny bit...he wasn't going to care about you. A lot of people thought Max was also a big druggie because of his partying habit. Surprisingly, he was not. Sure, he did pot...but really, who didn't these days? And he had tried a few of the...harder drugs. Cocaine, he had done once. That hadn't be the most enjoyable experience. He had also injected some other drug once at a club when he was seventeen back in Chicago...but that hadn't gone over very well. It was probably worse than the cocaine experience. So Max stuck to pot, and of course, alcohol. Those were his drugs of choice, since alcohol was a drug. Though a lot of people seemed to forget that. But not Max, he had payed attention in health class during their drug unit. And the rest of the sexual stuff too...that had been a fun class, especially in the ninth grade when they told them about everything the class already knew. And everyone was so fucking immature they laughed their asses off the whole time. Ninth grade had been good, despite the fact that Max hadn't even been having sex yet then.

There were probably worse places that Max would be than here with Mary Jane. He could be at...the dentist or something. Max really hated the dentist...he kind of had a fear of dentists. He always had, ever since he was three years old and went to the dentist for the first time. It was definitely not the coolest thing to be afraid of, but Max always got nervous and nearly threw up whenever he had to go to the dentist. So naturally, he only went about once a year...if that. He hadn't gone yet this year. But he had perfect teeth, so there were no worries. He had never had a cavity either. Max took good care of his teeth, always flossed and such. Thank god he was blessed with naturally straight teeth so he didn't have to put up with braces. The orthodontist probably would have been even worse than the dentist. Metal in his mouth for two straight years...that would have been a nightmare. Max watched Mary Jane's face as he spoke to her. It was so easy to...annoy her. He liked it, since he was a little jerk and liked to annoy people, especially her. God, it was like he was in the second grade again, annoying a girl to get her attention. But it was just so...weird. Girls always liked Max, wanted to sleep with him or do something with him, but Mary Jane didn't. She didn't hesitate to let him know that she hated him. It was just so weird. So, he resorted to annoying the shit out of her, even though that probably made her hate him more or something. "But I like calling you babe...babe." He smirked. She probably wanted to hit him right now or something. He had been slapped by a few girls in his life time. Once, Max had made the mistake of laughing after, since he was so surprised. That had just earned him another slap across the face. But he never hit a girl...that was bad. Max was a good guy. Sometimes. Yeah, he wasn't the nicest, but he wasn't about to go around hitting girls. He glanced towards Mary Jane after he winked at the waitress, smirking at her. "You're really bad at lying." He laughed. "And besides...you think my winking is hot." Max said, acting as if he could read her mind. Yeah, that was it. Max drummed his fingers on the table, letting out a little sigh when she said they had something serious to talk about. What the hell did they have to talk about that was serious? They weren't friends. They were practically enemies. Why would they have something serious to talk about? "When we had sex it was amazing and you want me again, I know." Max said....but then his mouth immediately dropped at the next part. She had gotten...pregnant. As in...she now had a child...as in...Max was a fucking father. What the hell. He was not ready for this. He did not want a child. God, no wonder Mary Jane hated him so much. "So...we have a child? I'm a dad? Is our...kid here? They'd be a toddler or something now, right?" Max ran a hand threw his hair. "Fuck...why didn't you get Thomas to email me or something telling me about this?" Not that Max would have rushed back to Chicago and become super father or something. But he could have liked...sent money or something. Maybe visited. Why the hell hadn't he worn a condom that night though? God. He always wore a condom. Of course, on the one night he didn't, he got a girl pregnant. And it was during her first time too. Obviously, he was good. And, okay, she was probably kind of good too.

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