A Slight Intermission

 light grey shirt underneath with a really beautiful necklace. His necklace had little rings of gold on it and sharp teeth with the blood still on them so they stained his shirt. He looked somewhat upset about this too.
"Oh my God, mom, like, my shirt is, like, totally f*****g ruined now. Like, why the f**k didn't you, like, buy me any good, like, jewellery. Urgh."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get you some new jewellery, OK?"
"Urgh. You're so f*****g annoying. Why did you even have to, like, drive me today? Like, Bende could have, like, totally driven me, as, like, f*****g usual."
"But then we wouldn't be able to spend time together, darling. And, look, your friend Casey is waiting for you! Why don't you go say hi?"
He groaned and got out of the car. "Like, f**k off, mom."
"OK. Bye, sweetie. Bye, Casey!" She waved at me happily and drove off. Maximilian glared at me.
"Why the f**k are you, like, even standing there, b***h? Do you, like, wait for me, like, every single f*****g day or what, b***h?"
I stuttered. Maximilian was actually speaking to me! This was so weird. He never wanted to speak to me! We were finally having a conversation!
"Uh...no I don't...I was just waiting for Trisha..."
"Like, sure, whatever." He gave my cheek a curt stroke and then stormed off to find Rhonda. He found her quite fast it seemed, because the next second he had his tongue down her throat. She seemed quite happy.
"Casey, are you seriously still stalking him? He just called you a b***h twice."
"That's his way of being affectionate!" I answered. Since he called all the girls he knew 'b***h', I knew this was an friendly term for him. Even more than friendly.
Trisha shook her head at me. She would never understand how I was feeling. She'd had a boyfriend once, but her mother had broken them up because she didn't feel Trisha was old enough for one. I hadn't particularly liked her old boyfriend, but then, she did not like my current obsession much either.
Maximilian was so beautiful, and yet he completely ignored me whenever we spoke. I was unsure whether it was because he did not find me attractive enough or what, but I was making such an effort.
In fact, today was the first time I ever started doubting whether or not I should continue with my feelings for Maximilian. I longed for his acceptance and yet...he did not seem to want me. Even so, I had, for some reason, never minded his responses to my advances, I could not help but wonder whether I should give up.