61. Max the struggler
505 Words
Diana snapped her neck towards the door and found her co star and David fucker-field of the show Max, standing by the entrance of her vanity, leaning across the door frame.
“Ugh! Max!” Diana grunted, noticing his final look where he was dazzling with glitter and bedazzled jewel denim jacket, paired with badly cut out and ripped fadded blue jeans that were twice Max’s size and paired with some worn out old timberland hiking boots of Bernard.
Well… the production quality wasn’t just low - if there was a grade designated par lower than hell, it could be awarded to that show that Diana was about to go on stage and perform.
“Hey… So, Di…”
Max began with his usual flirtatious manners and Diana immediately reprimanded him, always finding the nickname with which Max tried to summon her with, to be extremely detestable.
“Diana!” She reprimanded him and Max remained unbothered.
“Yeah! Whatever! How about we catch up some dinner afterwards?” He grinned shamelessly even after being horribly mortified down by Diana.
But the girl knew better and she knew what Max was up to.
“Did Clara throw you out of her apartment again?” Diana inquired, knowing quite well that Max had a long time girlfriend whom, he was living actually… mooching off from. And lived in the apartment that she paid the rent for, since he himself was still a struggling… more of a careless pretentious actor.
Max shrugged at Diana, as she had hit just right at the bullseye and guessed exactly what was Max’s situation because he had already played his trick on four other girls around the theater, who told Diana and Bernard that Max asked them out, went on dates with them, where he made them paid and later on crashed at their places for a week or so until his obnoxious girlfriend took him back.
“So, are we on for dinner?” Max inquired and Diana shook her head not just in a negative answer but also in disappointment.
“No Max! Buzz off!”
She daunted at him and turned to fix her look in the mirror and Max called her again.
“Oh Come on Di…”
“Stop calling me that. That’s fractious and annoying. Your trick to call girls with these stupid nicknames might work with them but not for me. So just leave me alone!”
Diana threw a tantrum at Max, panting out her frustration over a number of things that were agitating her already.
A loud tap on the door made, made her grunt out and loud, as she threw her head up in the air and snapped back in agitation, yelling on top of her lungs.
“What do you want?”
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