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But then, him being him, he'd done it again. It could be broadly defined- running his mouth, picking a fight, generally writing a check to life that his ass couldn't cash. He always did that somehow.

Max didn't think jumping Hangman because his wife was a bitch was that big a deal, but apparently everyone else and their mother disagreed. Honey was mad, which meant that Ricky was probably mad, and now Michael and Anthony were mad. And the cherry on top was some fat clown freak threatening to come after them all.

And he couldn't forget, of course, his entanglement with three women- including his ex girlfriend- that he definitely didn't have any feelings for. Especially not Kris. He'd had everything sorted out between them, they'd talked and decided they were just chilling, just friends, seeing where things were going.

But then his dumb ass had given her a ring without really thinking about it, and she'd said... well, Bowens thought they were something to worry about, and Max trusted his judgment absolutely. He'd talked to Bobby and Bryce and they'd expressed similar- although far more crude- sentiments.

If Max was being honest with himself, he was fully expecting Kris to hate him again by the end of all this.

Despite his misgivings and his natural instinct to just totally avoid this subject and let it turn out however it would, Max found himself waiting for Kris backstage after her match, one sneakered foot flat against the wall, flicking through his phone in a vague attempt to keep his mind busy.

He probably still had time to flee, if he really wanted to.

[pvt]

Hey.

I’ve got time now.

If waiting for this part of his day had confirmed anything for Bray, it was this: he really did not want to have this dinner with Mil and Cat. He hadn’t wanted it to begin with, but he knew what it meant to Cat, which made him agree to it in the first place. But as he spent the day trying to keep himself busy with Erick and Braun while Cat spent it with Mil, how much he didn’t want to do this was reinforced in his head. A couple surprisingly civil instances of messaging aside, Bray made it a point to not have anything to do with Mil. He didn’t like the other man, and considering the fact that he was the one Cat loved more, Bray was happier pretending he didn’t exist whenever possible.

But here he was now, driving to the other man’s house, where he and Cat were both waiting for him. He hadn’t mentioned exactly what he was doing with Cat tonight as he left Erick and Braun at the arena, not really wanting to talk about it at all. He just gave them orders to text him when their flights landed before popping back to the hotel to change his clothes. Cat had said she and Mil got dressed up for these things, and had made it more than clear that the same was expected out of him.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Bray tugged on the collar of his black button up shirt. He hadn’t really been sure of just how dressed up to get. He had almost considered looking at a suit, but after spending about five minutes of looking at some in a store earlier, he had noticed the sales associates giving him the “are you a serial killer” side eye and had just grabbed this shirt and a pair of plain black jeans to go with them. Fuck it. He looked ridiculous now, and would have looked even more stupid in a suit anyway.

When he finally pulled up to the house, he took a couple extra moments, pulling his hair back into ponytail while also mustering the will to even do this. It was tempting to just drive off right now and come up with some excuse as to why he wasn’t there, but he didn’t let himself do that. He couldn’t do it to Cat. Instead he got out of the car and walked towards the house, trying to ignore the dread gnawing away at his stomach as he raised his hand and knocked on the door loudly.

Tagging: Sebastian Smythe & Six NPC jocks

Where: Behind the school

When: Monday, 8/17/15

Description: The jocks aren’t happy with the rumor and they blame Sebastian for turning their quarterback gay. Triggers: violence, anti-gay slur.