2024-10-29 14:40:23The clock on the dorm room wall ticked past 8 PM. Max hunched over his desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, when Peter burst through the door, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.
"Max, dude! You gotta check this out!" Peter exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.
Max glanced up from his studies, his expression weary. "What's going on?"
"Johnson Kingsley's throwing this insane pool party. It's all over FTF," Peter explained, waving his phone. "The livestream's blowing up!"
"That's great, Pete," Max replied, his tone lackluster. He turned back to his books, his scholarship weighing heavily on his mind.
Peter frowned, stepping closer. "Come on, man. Don't you want to see what's happening?"
Max shook his head. "Can't afford to waste time. These grades won't keep themselves up."
"Fair enough," Peter shrugged, flopping onto his bed. He scrolled through his phone for a moment before sitting bolt upright. "Holy crap! Max, you're not gonna believe this!"
Despite himself, Max's curiosity was piqued. "What now?"
Peter's eyes gleamed with gossip. "Word is, Johnson's planning to confess to Amanda tonight. You know, that smoking hot girl from Econ?"
Max's pen froze mid-sentence. He fought to keep his voice steady as he replied, "Amanda? No way. She'd never go for a guy like Johnson."
"How do you know?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.
Max scrambled for an excuse, careful not to reveal his secret relationship. "Just a hunch. Besides, Amanda's serious about her studies. She probably isn't even there."
"If you say so," Peter shrugged, turning back to his phone.
As silence fell over the room, broken only by the muffled sounds from Peter's livestream, Max's mind raced. He knew Amanda was supposed to be studying at the library tonight. She'd even turned down his invitation for a quiet date, citing her need to focus on her coursework.
There was no way she'd abandon her studies for some flashy party... right? As doubt crept in, Max found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the textbook in front of him.
Suddenly, Peter's eyes widened. He let out a shout that made Max jump. "Dude! Amanda's here!"
Max's heart skipped a beat. "What? Let me see that."
He grabbed his own phone, fingers trembling as he pulled up the livestream. The camera panned across the crowded pool area, finally settling on a familiar figure. Amanda stood at the edge of the party, looking stunning in a sleek black dress.
"See? Told you she showed up," Peter said triumphantly.
Max forced a smile, trying to hide his unease. "Yeah, but look at how she's dressed. She's probably just there to tell Johnson off."
On screen, Johnson approached Amanda, flashing his trademark grin. "Glad you could make it," his voice barely audible over the music. "Care for a swim?"
The crowd around them started chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!"
Max held his breath. "She'll definitely refuse," he muttered. "Amanda hates noisy parties."
But to Max's horror, Amanda smiled brightly. "Why not?" she replied, her voice clear and excited.
Max felt like he'd been punched in the gut. This couldn't be happening.
"Don't you need to change?" Johnson asked, gesturing to Amanda's dress.
Without hesitation, Amanda reached for the zipper. "I came prepared," she said with a wink.
Max watched in disbelief as his girlfriend - the girl he'd trusted completely - stripped down to reveal a barely-there bikini. The crowd went wild, and Johnson looked like he'd won the lottery.
"Holy crap!" Peter exclaimed. "Did you see that? Amanda's smoking hot!"
Max couldn't respond. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Hey, you okay?" Peter asked, noticing Max's pale face.
Max jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket. "I... I need some air," he managed to say.
"What? Now? But the party's just getting good!" Peter called after him.
Max was already out the door, his mind reeling. He rushed down the stairs and out of the dorm, the cool night air doing little to calm his racing thoughts. Without really thinking, he hopped on his old bike and started pedaling furiously towards the campus pool.
As he rode, Max's hurt turned to anger. He'd trusted Amanda completely, kept their relationship a secret at her request, and this was how she repaid him?
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“How dare you hit me!” Johnson roared; his face twisted with fury.“You filthy rat! You dare challenge me?” His voice boomed across the poolside, dripping with disdain.The crowd, previously in shock, quickly rallied behind him, their support adding to Johnson's inflated ego.“Look at this cockroach!” Johnson sneered, pacing around Max like a predator sizing up his prey.“You think you can fight me? You’ve been scurrying in the dirt your whole life!”Laughter erupted from the crowd. “He’s about to get squashed!” someone shouted.“Yeah, show him who’s boss, Johnson!” another chimed in.Johnson flexed his arms dramatically, turning to the crowd.“This rat thinks he’s a lion now, huh?” he spat, pointing at Max. “But all I see is a mangy stray dog, begging for scraps!”The crowd whooped and hollered, eagerly anticipating the fight.“You’re nothing but a street mutt,” Johnson continued, his voice brimming with arrogance.“I’ve trained with the best, and you? You’ve been running from garbag
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Max managed to duck, but he was too hurt to keep his balance."Hey! Leave him alone!" Peter yelled.The party was chaos now. People were shouting and pushing to see the fight. In the corner, Max's friend Peter was on his phone."Police? Yes, there's a fight..." Peter said quickly.Just when things looked bad for Max, police sirens wailed outside. Blue lights flashed through the windows."Everyone freezes!" Police officers rushed in.Later at the police station, Max sat in a cold chair. His head was clearing up, but he was worried. The police took his name and fingerprints, then left him waiting.The police stared at him with wide eyes and ran off like he saw a ghost.Max looked around, expecting someone to come question him soon.” How long we need to wait here?”But after the officers took his fingerprints and noted down his name, no one came back.Suddenly, a new man walked in. He wore a plain black suit that probably cost more than Max's car.Everyone in the room seemed to back away
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Suddenly, the lamps buzzed, revealing a lone figure at the far end of the hall. No guards. No backup. Just Graves, standing calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing that same condescending smile.Elliot stopped, raising his weapon. “Don’t trust this.”Graves lifted a brow. “Ah, Elliot Stoke. The reluctant ally turned saboteur. And Max Montgomery—what a family reunion.”Max’s voice was cold. “We’re here to finish what you started.”Graves chuckled, echoing through the vaulted chamber. “I started nothing. I merely inherited the Council’s vision. But you—” He pointed at Max, his eyes gleaming. “You’re the fool who thinks you can destroy an idea.”Red Fang spat on the ground. “Keep talking, old man. We’re not impressed.”Max’s thoughts hammered in his skull: Why is he alone? Where are the guards? The Council’s loyal to him— unless he wants us to think this is easy.Graves took a slow step forward, arms still relaxed at his sides. “You’ve come so far. Sacrificed so much. All
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Max barely felt the pain anymore. His body had been beaten, broken, and pushed to its limits—but none of that mattered. Not now. Not when Emily’s life was on the line.Graves’ voice still echoed in his ears, smooth, confident, filled with amusement.“You’ve fought so hard to uncover the truth, Max. But power? Power was never meant for people like you.”Max had heard those words before. People like you.They had told his father the same thing before they locked him away. Before they stripped him of his name, his empire, his legacy.Max was done listening.His fingers curled around the small, concealed blade hidden in his sleeve. He barely moved, barely breathed, waiting for the moment when Graves leaned just a little too close.Then, with a flick of his wrist, he struck.The blade sliced deep into Graves’ forearm.Graves let out a sharp snarl, stumbling back, blood dripping onto the cold steel floor. His smug demeanor shattered.Max didn’t give him time to recover. He surged forward, d
